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JOHN HIATT lyrics - Walk On

Good As She Could Be

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Well she was a millionaire Before she was fourteen But there was an emptiness there That to practically everyone else could be seen She hit up on the drug of love Though there was no hole in her arm There was a hole some place else About as big as dady 10.000 acre farm CHORUS: Oh, she was dying for it For all the world to see Ah, she was as good as she could be Well she had a baby at eighteen Never finished high school Her husband beat her for money and sex Till that cadillac finally ran out of fuel One disaster led to another Down to her and her baby son Born with a silver spoon in her mouth Headed south now Cause she was never born to run CHORUS TWICE Well her momma died last year And her daddy he called her back home But when he opened the door He could not recognize This spectre of hair and bone But it was his own baby child Though she looked like an old woman now Well she lived ten lifetimes in five years Anywhere that the law would allow CHORUS TWICE Yeah, she was good as she could be Ah, she was good as she could be

Under Your Spell

BOB DYLAN "Knocked Out Loaded"
Something about you that I can't shake Don't know how much more of this I can take I'm under your spell. I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night When my last dream exploded I noticed your light Baby, oh what a story I could tell. It's been nice seeing you you red me like a book If you ever want to reach me you know where to look Baby, I'll be at the same hotel. I'd like to help you but I'm in a bit of a jam I'll call you tomorrow if there's phones where I am Baby, caught between heaven and hell. But I will be back I will survive You'll never get rid of me as long you're alive Baby, can't you tell. Well it's four in the morning by the sounds of the birds I'm staring at your picture I'm hearing your words Baby, they ring in my head like a bell. Turn back baby wipe your eye Don't think I'm leaving here without a kiss goodbye Baby, is there anything left to tell I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead Baby, what more can I tell Well the desert is hot the mountain is cursed Pray that I don't die of thirst Baby, two feet from the well.

Use Me

MICK JAGGER "Wandering Spirit"
My friends feel their appointed duty They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me Uh huh but my answer about all that use me stuff I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used You can keep on using me Until you use me up Until you use me up My brother sit me right down and he talked to me He told me that I ought to not let you just walk on me Well I'm sure that he meant well, yeah but when Our talk was through I said brother if you only knew you'd wish you were in my shoes You could keep on using me Until you use me up Until you use me up Sometimes it's true you really do abuse me Oh you get me in a crowd of high class people And you act real nasty to me I said, oh baby, baby, baby, when you love me I can't get enough I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used You can keep on using me Until you use me up Until you use me up

Beer, Bait, And Ammo

Well now early one day I was a-on my way to my favorite fishin hole I's a thinking I could sure use Another bottle of booze My baits a-runnin a little low yeah and a box of twelve gauge would be all the rage when I'm all liquered up and I'm feeling good Well just down the road there was a place called Bubba's Man he's got the goods *Chorus* And the sign said beer bait and ammo yeah they got everything in between yeah they got a-anything any old beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs they got your fishing hooks got your dirty books got your rebel flag on the wall sign said beer bait and ammo yeah you ask me they got it all well now when a-I walked in I can't a-even begin to describe just what I smelt Lord was it the catfish bait or something bubba had ate was it those pickeled eggs on the shelf yeah with a toothless grin he said boy step right on in make yourself right at home I said no no no thank you man just a twelve pack of cans and I'll be good to go chorus X3

Sixty To Zero

All the champs and the heroes They got a price to pay They go from sixty to zero In the split of a hair They see the face in the window They feel a shadow out there They've got the places they can go They've got the people who stare They've got to walk in their shoes They've got to see what they see They've got the people around them Getting too much for free All the pimps and the dealers All the food they can eat All the screamers and squealers When they walk down the street Yeah. He's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count his possessions He's been a miser from penny one He never cared for his children Never cared for his wife Never made anyone happy That's the way he lived his life And one day in the sunshine He got a bolt from the blue Unloaded all of his possessions Sold his investments too And now he lives with the homeless Owns 900 hospital beds He prefers to remain nameless It's publicity he dreads Yeah. There's a judge in the city He goes to work every day Spends his life in the courthouse Keeps his perspective that way But I respect his decision He's got a lot on his mind He's pretty good with the gavel A little heavy on the fines One day there was this minstrel Who came to court on a charge That he blew someone's head off Because his amp was too large And the song he was singin' Was not for love but for cash Well, the judge weighed the charges He fingered his mustache Yeah. Well, there's a clown in a carnival He rode a painted horse He came from somewhere out west He was very funny of course But that is not what I noticed It was the incredible force With which he held his audience While he rode on his horse His jokes were not that off-color His smile was not that sincere His show was not that sensational Reasons for success were not clear But he still made big money One day the circus was his Now he's married to the acrobat And they're training their kids Yeah. Now the jailhouse was empty All the criminals were gone The gate was left wide open And a buck and fawn Were eating grass in the courtyard When the warden walked in And took a rifle from the prison guard And said to him with a grin To shoot those deer would be stupid, sir We already got 'em right here Why not just lock the gates and keep them With intimidation and fear But the warden pulled the trigger And those deer hit the ground He said Nobody'll know the difference And they both looked around. Yeah. Well, the cop made the showdown He was sure he was right He had all of the lowdown From the bank heist last night His best friend was a robber And his wife was a thief All the children were murderers They couldn't get no relief The bungalow was surrounded When a voice loud and clear Come out with your hands up Or we're gonna blow you out of here There was a face in the window TV cameras rolled And they cut to the announcer And the story was told. Yeah. Well, the artist looked at the producer The producer sat back He said What we have got here Is a pretty good track But we don't have a vocal And we still don't have a song If we could get this thing accomplished Nothin' else could go wrong So he balanced the ashtray And he picked up the phone And said Send me a songwriter Who's drifted far from home And make sure that he's hungry And make sure he's alone And send me a cheeseburger And a new Rolling Stone Yeah. Well, the Sioux in Dakota They lost all of their land And now a basketball player Is trying to lend them a hand Maybe someday he'll be president He's quite a popular man But now the chief has reservations And the white man has plans There's opposition in Congress The bill is up against cash There's really no way of predicting If it will fly or it will crash But that's the nature of politics That's the name of the game That's how it looks in the tepee Big winds are blowing again Yeah. There's still crime in the city Said the cop on the beat I don't know if I can stop it I feel like meat on the street They paint my car like a target I take my orders from fools Meanwhile some kid blows my head off Well, I play by their rules So now I'm doing it my way I took the law in my own hands Here I am in the alleyway A wad of cash in my pants I get paid by a ten year old He says he looks up to me There's still crime in the city But it's good to be free Yeah. Now I come from a family That has a broken home Sometimes I talk to my daddy On the telephone When he says that he loves me I know that he does But I wish I could see him Wish I knew where he was But that's the way all my friends are Except maybe one or two Wish I could see him this weekend Wish I could walk in his shoes But now I'm doin' my own thing Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad Although my home has been broken It's the best home I ever had Yeah. Well, I keep getting younger My life's been funny that way Before I ever learned to talk I forgot what to say I sassed back to my mummy I sassed back to my teacher I got thrown out of Sunday School For throwin' bibles at the preacher Then I grew up to be a fireman I put out every fire in town Put out everything smoking But when I put the hose down The judge sent me to prison Gave me life without parole Wish I never put the hose down Wish I never got old.

Going Back To Georgia

Griffith Nanci
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry New York, New York is a friend of the traveling kind And I'm coming around from years of hard times He's chased me down through the towns and the miles Once stilled by love he was bound to roll on by Chorus And if you feel my love won't leave you And if your sorrow has been your share If you are traveling back to Georgia (oo ooo back to Georgia) Won't you take me with you there Well I'm long gone darlin', lonesome blue I been thinking of leavin', I been thinkin' o you But that big city singin' man, I like the way that it shines I was half a mile from Canada waitin' on a train Wonderin' and wishin' I could disappear again I been killed by love still it takes me to the end of the line Chorus: And if you feel my love won't leave you And if your sorrow has been your share If you are traveling back to Georgia (oo ooo back to Georgia) Won't you take me with you there Well, I been troubled by a love untrue He's a fool who'll drown in his fountain of youth I can see that now as I'm walkin' and talkin' with you Well, I been blinded by the sun, washed in the rain Scattered in America, I'm scatterin' again But if you're goin' south darlin, I guess I'm travelin' with you Chorus Chorus Take me with you... Oh....won't you take me home Smith

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