1. |
Black Cat Moves
03:15
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Black Cat Moves
Well I’m sitting in a flat spin
Weather let me out, don’t keep me in
People say life it ain’t easy
No need in getting sleazy
Well I woke up in this morning
But outside it’s still storming
Got a movement like a black cat
Grab your raincoat
Grab your hat
Well I got a bad feeling
When the writing’s on the ceiling
When Jimmy started dealing
Well people started bleeding
Now I’m telling you to let it go
Walk the straight line, take it slow
Got a movement like a black cat
Grab your raincoat
Grab your hat
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2. |
Phonograph Blues
04:45
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Phonograph Blues
Got to keep on walking
Yeah I’m looking for a phonograph that’ll play out loud
Well I got to keep on walking
Yeah I’m looking for a phonograph that’ll play out loud
Yeah got to find myself a player
But I don’t know how
Got to keep on walking
Yeah I think I see a player through the shop window on the floor
Well I got to keep on walking
Yeah I think I see a player through the shop window on the floor
You know I got to go check it out
Yeah see if my player works any more
Well got to keep on walking into the shop now
Check it out see if the player is any good
Well got to keep on walking into the shop now
Check it out see if the player is any good
Well I said “hey Mr. Salesman, why did you break the winding chain,
Now it ain’t any good”
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3. |
21 Gun Salute
03:30
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21 Gun Salute
21 Son with a gun salute
Put on your tie and your coal black suit
Far away from the old oak shaded trees
Best send a message back home
Pick up your pen, ain’t no telephone
No postman, right side, flag it gone
Well flag it gone
Well flag it gone
Well flag it gone
Double barrel Betty and her pitch black horse
Cry man Sally and she bares her cross
Send a signal to the sad souls lost at see
Far away from the echoed cries
Send you sweet dreams and I tell no lies
Send a piece of that humble pie straight from me
Well straight to me
Well flag it gone
Well flag it gone
21 Son with a gun salute now
21 Son with a gun salute
21 Son with a gun salute now
21 Son with a gun salute
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4. |
Last Penny in my Pocket
04:30
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Last Penny in my Pocket
Went down to Mexico, suitcase in my hand
Some people look at me but they don’t understand
I need to get away
Got to get the hell away from here
Suitcase in my hand,
Battling the man
Got into Mexico, about quarter to six
Saw a junky, looking for a fix
I said “don’t do it son, don’t you do it”
And he said to me
“Got a needle in my pocket,
Gun in my hand”
Booked into a motel, took off my shoes
Last penny in my pocket
Well I reckon, I reckon I got the blues
When you walk the tough line
You’re bound to meet the blues
Last penny in my pocket,
Blood on my shoes
Well last penny in my pocket
I reckon I got the blues
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5. |
Useless Excuses
03:10
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Useless Excuses
1, 2, 3, 4, turn around now
Walk out the door
5, 6, 7, 8, arms in the air
Way too late
Well, ain’t got no time for you
Yeah, you’re excuses are useless
And I’ll tell it to your face
1, 2, 3, 4, took a hit now
Went down to the floor
5, 6, 7, 8, well arms in the air
Way too late
Ain’t got no time for you
Yeah, you’re excuses are useless
And I’ll tell it to your face
I ain’t telling you, I’m asking you a question
Are you getting the message, or should I give you a lesson
I ain’t telling you, I’m asking you a question
Are you getting the message, or should I give you a lesson
1, 2, 3, 4, turn around now
Walk out the door
5, 6, 7, 8, arms in the air
Way too late
Well, ain’t got no time for you
Yeah, you’re excuses are useless
And I’ll tell it to your face
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6. |
Standing in the Rain
03:56
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Standing in the Rain
Walking down the highway, is it night or day
Feels like my brain keeps flickering, don’t know what to say
Well my hands in my pockets now
Standing in the rain
Can’t seem to get no rest now, for my wicked ways
Yeah, when your eyes start twitching, you’ll know who to blame
Well my grey jacket seems black now
Standing in the rain
Taking one step forward, taking a half step back
Feels like I’m getting no where, don’t know how to react
Well my boots in a puddle now
Standing in the rain
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7. |
Bleeding Heart
04:19
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Bleeding Heart
Red tears from her eyes
What a meaningless disguise
She tripped and I choked
But to him it was a joke
Well I had nothing to gain
But the pain still remains the same
And my heart was bleeding
Cause she was leaving
Well I needed to believe in
Well I needed to believe in
I saw a smile in her eyes
But her beauty had a price
Pearl flickering eyes
A beautiful disguise
Well I had nothing to gain
But the pain still remains the same
And my heart was bleeding
Cause she was leaving
Well I needed to believe in
Well I needed to believe in
Her lips a beautiful frame
For her words that would remain
Spoken soft, gentle, and true
To her own through and through
Well I should have said I missed you
But I should have kissed you
And my heart was bleeding
Cause she was leaving
Well I needed to believe in
Well I needed to believe in
Love, well love, your love is a fickle mistress
Love, well love, your love is a fickle mistress
Love, well love, your love is a fickle mistress
Love, well love, love is a fickle mistress
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8. |
7 Kicks
02:16
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7 Kicks
Book on the shelf and it’s getting dusty
Bright minds are lazy, getting rusty
Working class man works his fingers to the bone
Pick up the pace now, don’t take the fight home
If you’re fickle and you know what I’m saying
Make a plan and stop complaining
You live life once and you’ll answer to your maker
Take your love closer
Don’t forsake her
Best roads are the ones less traveled
Secret kept now, time to unravel
Mid flow to the plan that you were thinking
Got a eerie feeling, feels like I’m sinking
Flank jacket and you’re ready for war
Kicked down on the pavement, down on the floor
7 Kicks to the man on the ground
He won’t keep quite
Gonna shout it out loud
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9. |
The Joker
03:26
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The Joker
Contrary to strange believe
The Joker was sly, but not a thief
Hangman sixpence in his pocket
Blood brothers and they luck’d it
Got the moves like a black cat, white shoes,
Dead brother from a second mother blues yeah
If you ain’t got blood thick as oil
Maybe then you loose
The Joker got a bad rap
Took the apple and got a wrist slap
Now he’s stuck up in the jailhouse all alone
Jailhouse, not he’s home
Got the moves like a black cat, white shoes,
Dead brother from a second mother blues yeah
If you ain’t got blood thick as oil
Maybe then you loose
Hangman’s brother’s in the ropes now
He’s got a choke frown that’ll get you down
Legend told on a stitched drape
From solitary to the great escape
Got the moves like a black cat, white shoes,
Dead brother from a second mother blues yeah
If you ain’t got blood thick as oil
Maybe then you loose
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10. |
Wolfman
03:21
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Wolfman
Walking, walking, walking, yeah through the forest
See a dark haired girl looking right at you
Staring, staring, staring, see her figure
Behind the tree just looking at you
Well I tell you the truth girl
Wolf got his claws on you
Blue house in the forest, well its picture paint
Red door in the middle, but somehow it ain’t
Look up at the trees and a wolf cries faint
Seems picture perfect, but somehow it ain’t
I tell you the truth girl
Wolf got his claws on you
Hear the sounds of a guitar struck sweet
Played by a bluesman with years on his feet
Tell you a story; well I’d like to meet him
Ask him a question never to repeat
Mr. Bluesman riddle me this
Where did you get those riffs?
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11. |
Eruptor
02:34
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Eruptor
One, two, three, four…
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12. |
Inner City Blues
02:36
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Inner City Blues
There’s a woman screaming in the backseat of a car
You’ve missed the turnoff now you’ve gone too far
Now heading straight for the inner city blues
If you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to loose
The city’s a dark and lonely place
In the shadows you might recognize a face
He’s got a knife just as long as a man
Turn around; run as fast as you can
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13. |
Ringing of a Clock Bell
03:17
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Ringing of a Clock Bell
The light in my mind’s switched off to me
This has made you my enemy
The reason now, seems lost to me
The flint in the darkness is my memory
And I wish I could go back
To the smiles for a while
To the comfort of your mother’s voice
Where it seems that it’s all well
And a sleep full night
With the ringing of a clock bell
With the ringing of a clock bell
With the ringing of a clock bell
With the ringing of a clock bell
The truth has struck my inner being
My eyes are open to what I’m seeing
And I couldn’t be sighted away from this
This feeling’s now my inner bliss
And I wish I could go back
To the smiles for a while
To the comfort of your mother’s voice
Where it seems that it’s all well
And a sleep full night
With the ringing of a clock bell
With the ringing of a clock bell
With the ringing of a clock bell
With the ringing of a clock bell
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