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Roadhouse Blues

Ah Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time.

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

Do it, Robby, Do it!

You gotta roll, roll, roll,
You gotta thrill my soul, alright.
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul.

*improv*

Ashen-Lady.
Ashen-Lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
Ah, right now.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The future's uncertain
And the end is always near.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

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Waiting for the Sun

At first flash of Eden,
We race down to the sea.
Standing there on
Freedom's shore.

Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.

Can you feel it,
Now that Spring has come?
That it's time to live
In the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.

Waiting for the sun.
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Waiting for you to
Come along.
Waiting for you to
Hear my song.

Waiting for you to
Come along.
Waiting for you to
Tell me what went wrong.

This is the strangest
Life I've ever known.

*scream*

Can you feel it,
Now that Spring has come?
That it's time to live
In the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.

Waiting for the sun.

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You Make Me Real

I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do?

You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.

I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do?

You make me real.
Only you have that appeal.
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.

You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Make me free.
You make me real.

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Peace Frog

There's blood in the streets,
It's up to my ankles.
There's blood in the streets,
It's up to my knees.

There's blood in the street,
The town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise,
It's followin' me.

Just about the break of day.
She came in town,
And then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.

Blood on the streets
Runs a river of sadness.
Blood in the streets,
It's up to my thighs.

The river runs down
The leg of the city.
The women are crying
Red rivers of weeping.

She came in town,
And then she drove away,
Sunlight in her hair.

*spoken* Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile,
egg-shell mind.

Blood in the streets,
In the town of New Haven.
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice.

Blood in my love,
In the terrible summer;
Bloody red sun of
fantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain
As they chop off her fingers.
Blood will be born
In the birth of a nation.

Blood is the rose of
Mysterious union.

There's blood in the streets,
It's up to my ankles.
There's blood in the streets,
It's up to my knees.

There's blood in the street,
The town of Chicago.
Blood on the rise,
It's followin' me.

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Blue Sunday

I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told me I was the only
One in the world.
Now I have found my girl.

My girl awaits for me in tender time.
My girl is mine,
She is the world,
She is my girl.

La, la, la, la.

My girl awaits for me in tender time.
My girl is mine,
She is the world,She is my girl.

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Ship of Fools

The human race was dyin' out.
Noone left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon.
Smog will get you pretty soon.

Everyone was hanging out.
Hanging up and hanging down.
Hanging in and holding fast.
Hope our little world will last.

Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips
Looking for a new a ship.
Come on, people better climb on board.
Come on, baby, now we're going home.

Ship of fools, ship of fools.

The human race was dyin' out.
Noone left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon.
Smog will get you pretty soon.

Ship of fools, ship of fools.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
*improv and fade*

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Land Ho!

Grandma love a sailor
who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was a whaler
And he took me on his knee.

He said, "Son, I'm going crazy
From livin' on the land.
Got to find my shipmates
And walk on foreign sands."

This old man was graceful
With silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and
He walked four country miles.

Singing songs of shady sisters
And old time liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death
And songs to set men free.

Yea!

I've got three ships and sixteen men,
A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow
Till half of us are dead.

Land ho!

Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill,
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five,
Gonna skin that litlle girl alive.

If I get my hand on a number two,
Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you.
Alright!

Land ho!

*improv out*

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The Spy

I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.

I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.

I know everything.
Everything you do.
Everywhere you go.
Everyone you know.

I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.

I know your deepest, secret fear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.

I'm a spy,
I can see
What you do.
And I know.

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Queen of the Highway

She was a princess,
Queen of the highway.
Sign on the road said,
"Take us to Madre."

Noone could save her.
Save the blind tiger.
He was a monster,
Black, dressed in leather.

She was a princess,
Queen of the highway.

Now they are wedded,
She is a good girl.
Naked as children
Out in the meadow.

Naked as children,
Wild as can be.
Soon to have offspring.
Start it all over.

Start it all over.

American boy, American girl.
Most beautiful people in the world.
Son of frontier Indian Swirl.
Dancing through the midnight whirlpool
Formless, hope it can
Continue a little while longer.
Come on.

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Indian Summer

I love you, the best.Better than all the rest.I love you, the best.

Better than all the rest,
That I meet in the summer.

Indian summer.

That I meet in the summer.

Indian summer.

I love you, the best.

Better than all the rest.

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Maggie M'Gill

Ms. Maggie M'Gill,
She lived on a hill.
Her daddy got drunk
And left her the will.

So she went down,
Down to Tangie Town.
People down there
Really like to get it on.

Now if you're sad,
And you're feeling blue.

Go out and buy a
Brand new pair of shoes.

And you go down,
Dow to Tangie Town.
'Cause people down there
Really like to get it on.
Get it on.

Illegitimate son
Of a Rock n' Roll star.
Illegitimate son
Of a Rock n' Roll star.

Mom met dad in the back
Of a Rock n' Roll car.

Well, I'm an old blues man
And I think that you understand.
I've been singing the blues
Ever since the world began.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill.
Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill.
*repeat and fade*

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