Song Game!! :D

ZebraHead

Well he’s TRUCKIN' on down from memphis
Cruisin’ down to new orleans
Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen
Well there’s smoke from the stacks a-blowin’
And he don’t care where he’s goin’
The only time he feels right is when he’s rollin’
He’s got roadmaps in his hand
Lord, drivin’ just as hard as he can
Trying to dodge them scales and the MAN
Well I’m talkin’ about
TRUCK DRIVIN' MAN
Yea he’ll always give ya, the best that he can.

White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And he’s all right by me
TRUCK DRIVIN' MAN
TRUCK on
TRUCK driver
Shift your gears


Truck Drivin' Man - Skynyrd

CasperO

From the soundtrack to Mellencamp's movie "Falling from Grace" - honestly one of the prettiest pieces I've heard:

"Cradle of the Interstate" by Nanci Griffith

Capo Third Fret, preferably on a 12-string acoustic


Intro: G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G

G Cmaj7
It's crystal breakin' in the light of day
Fmaj7 C/G
It's the heat of the moon that's gone it's way
G Cmaj7
And everybody's packin' their wings to fly home
Fmaj7 D G Cmaj7
Fmaj7 C/G
Leavin' me here in the cradle of the interstate alone.

G Cmaj7
And fair-weathered friends are a damned disease
Fmaj7 C/G
They drink my wine and take my money
G Cmaj7
Fools are reachin' for a dim spotlight shine
Fmaj7
If you want that shine
D G Cmaj7
Fmaj7 C/G
You're gonna have to write your own damn lines.

Fmaj7 Cmaj7
It turns a warm heart cold
Bm C G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C
Hey, clear this road--and let me by.

G Cmaj7
I got fog in the foothills of Tennessee
Fmaj7 C/G
It's the catskill mountains and the blue ridge behind me
G Cmaj7
Toppin' my list on all I need
Fmaj7 D G
Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
It's a warm cup of COFFEE and a bottle of whiskey beside me.

G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C

G Cmaj7
I work so hard to build this livin
Fmaj7 C/G
In a business of hard lines where nobody's sharin'
G Cmaj7
Fools chase the tails of that top 40 flight
Fmaj7
Hell, the only friend that holds me
D G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
Is the cradle of the interstate at night.

Fmaj7 Cmaj7
It turns a warm heart cold
Bm C G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C
Hey, clear this road--and let me by.

G Cmaj7
It's crystal breakin' in the light of day
Fmaj7 C/G
It's the heat of the moon that's gone it's way
G Cmaj7
And everybody's packin' their wings to fly home
Fmaj7 D G
Leavin' me here in the cradle of the interstate alone.
G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 D G
Lullab-y, roll me gently in this cradle of the interstate home. (3x)
G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo.

ZebraHead

My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I’m a genuine example of a social DISEASE

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn’t in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they’re falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Social Disease - Sir Elton John

Vallandingham

I was born in the back seat
Of a travellin' hurricane
I came up in the back streets
The city with no name
I was raised on trouble
Rock when I should roll
I never could control it
And I can't be controlled

[CHORUS]
I am what I am
I am the back door slam

When I walk down the streets
The streetlights go out
When I drive through your town
The dogs start to howl
I stand in the shadows
Sparks are in my hair
When i open up my mouth
My voice fills the air

People say
I'm charming
People say
I'm alarming
People can feel
the disturbance around me
I don't care what they say they see

I'm the dust in your broom
100 proof everclear
I'm the crack in your ceiling
Thump you think you hear
I'm a 3am phone call
Tank of gasoline
I'm a siren stopping
At the end of your street

]
People say
Strange
People say
I'm dangerous
People can feel
That a deal was struck
Save my soul and
Make my own luck

I was born in the city
A city with no shame
And when I play guitar
They all know my name

[CHORUS]
I am what I am
I am the back door slam
I am what I am
I am the back door slam

Back Door Slam by Robert Cray

snookeroo

"LOUD"

Sixteen, I found my dream machine
Turn the key and every light turned green
Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream
And it was loud, yeah

Me and the boys would drive around
We searched the dial until we found
One song we didn't want to turn down
And it was loud

Hear us comin' from a mile away
Like rollin' thunder on judgment day, yeah
Hear us comin' from a mile away
Faster than the law allowed

And we were loud, loud like a HURRICANE
Loud like a roarin' train
It sure was loud, uh, huh

Yeah, and I remember ol' what's his name, wooh
Young and bold, I took my aim
She lost control when she came
It was loud, yeah

Well, hear it comin' from a mile away
She sure made a boy a man that day
Hear it comin' from a mile away
I made my daddy proud

Well, she was loud
Loud like a dirty dream, hmm
Loud like a siren scream, wooh
She was loud


She was loud
Like a trashcan cherry bomb, yeah
Like a storm before the calm, wooh
She was loud

Well, I live my life at full volume
I live my life cranked to ten
The needle's in the red again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the red again
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Here tonight, it's crystal clear
Red hot lights and a hometown cheer
All my life I've dreamed of standin' right here

Yeah, it was loud
Wooh, like a super bowl
Led Zeppelin playin' rock and roll
Yeah, it was loud

Loud like a trashcan cherry bomb
Like a storm before the calm
It was loud, yeah, yeah

It was loud
Loud like a hurricane
Loud like a roarin' train
Yeah, it was loud

Trashcan cherry bomb
Loud like Vietnam baby
Sure was loud


Sixteen, I found my dream machine
Turn the key and every light turned green
Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream

by John Eddie

snookeroo

It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair

chorus
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for FIGHTING
Get a little action in

"Saturday night's alright for fighting", Elton John

My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I’m a genuine example of a social DISEASE

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn’t in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they’re falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Social Disease - Sir Elton John

What about BERNIE TAUPIN?

ZebraHead

Sorry - I acknowledge Bernie

CasperO

Yes yes, you're right of course. Elton does the music, but Bernie wrote the words. Heavy duty words at that. Thanks for the reminder...

Born to Run (Words & Music by Bruce Springsteen).

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

ZebraHead

AMERICAN Girls and AMERICAN Guys
We'll always stand up and salute
We'll always recognize
When we see Ole Glory Flying
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head

My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Till the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.

Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flying in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of July

Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And itll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Ahhh Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue

Ohhh Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your *kitten*
It's the AMERICAN way

Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And itll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue

Uhhh Ohhh
Of the Red, White and Blue
Ohhh Ohh Oh
Of My Red, White and Blue

Courtesy Of The Red White And Blue (The Angry American) Toby Keith

ZebraHead

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an EAGLE
To the sea
Fly like an EAGLE
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an EAGLE
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution

Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band

deckerp

My sweet LORD
Hm, my LORD
Hm, my LORD

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord

My Sweet Lord - George Harrison

CasperO

Sweet Caroline
Neil Diamond

A D
Where it began I can’t begin to know it
A E
But then I know it’s going strong
A D
Was in the spring, and spring became a summer
A E
Who’d have believe you’d come along

Chorus
A Amaj7
Hands touching hands
E D E
Reaching out touching me touching you
A D E
SWEET Caroline Good times never seemed so good
A D E
Im inclined to believe there never would

Vallandingham

Well, I met her in the garden
Underneath that old apple tree
Sitting with a handful of flowers
Looking as cool as can be
We talked away a couple of hours
Then she laid her hand on my lap
Oh, I thought I got to be dreaming
I didn't know I fell in her trap

Then she made me say things I didn't want to say
Then she made me play games I didn't want to play
She was a soul stripper, she took my heart
Soul stripper, and tore me apart
She started moving nice and easy
Slowly getting into my spine
Killing off this nice little feeling
Ooooh, everyone she could find
And when she had me hollow and naked
That's when she put me down
Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me
Stuck it in and turned it around

AC/DC

ZebraHead

Daylight, alright
I don't know, I don't know if it's real
Been a long night and something ain't right
You won't show, you won't show how you feel

No time ever seems right
To talk about the reasons why you and I fight
It's high time to draw the line
Put an end to this game before it's too late

Head GAMES , it's you and me baby
Head GAMES, and I can't take it anymore
Head GAMES, I don't wanna play the...
Head GAMES


Head Games - Foreigner

ZebraHead

Down around the corner
A half a mile from here
You can see them LONG trains run


Long Train Runnin' - Doobie Brothers

CasperO

DOWNBOUND TRAIN
-Bruce Springsteen
Em G DEm G
I had a job, I had a girl
D I had something going mister in this world
Em G
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
D
Our love went bad, times got hard
C D
Now I work down at the carwash
Em
Where all it ever does is rain
C D Em G D
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

Em G
She just said "Joe I gotta go
D
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
Em G
She packed her bags left me behind
D
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
C D
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
Em
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
C D Em G D
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train

Em G D Em G
Last night I heard your voice
D
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
Em G
You said your love had never died
D
You were waiting for me at home
Em G
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
D
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
Em G
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
D
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
Em G
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
D
My head pounding hard, upstairs I climbed
Em G
The room was dark, our bed was empty
D
Then I heard that long whistle whine
C G
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried
C D

Now I swing a hammer on a road gang
Em
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
C D Em G
D Em G D
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

ZebraHead

Well, I just got out of the county prison doin'
90 days for nonsupport
Tried to find me an executice position
but no matter how smooth I talk
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
the man said we got all that we can use
Now I got them steadily deppressin', low-down mind-messin'
workin' at the CARWASH blues

Carwash Blues - Jim Croce

Vallandingham

Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You got me wonderin' baby
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?

I get up an' go to work in the mo'nin'
I come right home at night
When I leave the sink is empty
When I come back home
She got 'em stacked up out of sight

Too many dirty dishes in the sink just for us two
Well you got me wonderin' baby,
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?


Look at this kitchen!
Pots an' pans, ev'rywhere, it's pitiful!
Look at all these glasses layin' all up on the sink!
Looks like she even had a party up in here, too
You wait 'til I see this woman, when she get home

That glass over there, got a cigar in it or sump'in
I don't smoke no cigar
Um, servin' caviar
I don't eat no caviar
What's wrong with this woman?
All these pots in here, gonna run me some water right here

Yeah now, you wait 'til I see this woman when she get home
Pots 'n pans all stacked up here
There's a pot, let me scrap this pot out

Oh it's pitiful an' I don't know why this woman come an' have a party
When I'm at work

Gettin' all this stuff under my fingernails,
Run some more water in here
Yeah, now I can wash these glasses out, wash them up first

Yeah, that's pretty clean now, though
Now I got all this, now I gotta work on these pots a little bit more
Makes me so mad, I don't know what to do

Thought I was her husband, 'stead a maid!

Like ol red chili or somethin' all done got dried up on all these pots

She never fix me none of this good food!

You wait 'til that woman get home, I'm scrappin' all these pots for her


I've done your dirty dishes
How much am I suppose to take?
When I left I had corn flakes for breakfast
Now there's a bone from a T-bone steak

Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You've got me wonderin' baby
Who in the hell is makin' dirty dishes with you?

Albert Collins -- Too Many Dirty Dishes

CasperO

SHAKE, RATTLE, AND ROLL
(Calhoun)
performed by Bill Haley and the Comets

E / / / 2 / / / 3 / / / 4 / / /

Get out in that kitchen and rattle those POTS AND PANS
A E
Get out in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
B7 A E
I want my breakfast 'cause I'm a hungry man

CHORUS:
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
A
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
E
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
B7 A E
You never do nothin' to save your doggone soul

Verse 2:
You're wearin' those dresses, your hair done up so nice
You're wearin' those dresses, your hair done up so nice
You look so warm but your heart is cold as ice

(chorus)

(instrumental; same pattern as chorus)

Verse 3:
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I can look at you and tell you don't love me no more

Verse 4:
I believed you were doin' me wrong, and now I know
I believed you were doin' me wrong, and now I know
The more I work, the faster my money goes

(chorus)

Shake, rattle and roll!

ZebraHead

Please come talk to me
Tell me what's on your mind
You say there's nothin' wrong
I KNOW

It's been a long long time
Since I last saw your face
Traces in my mind, I KNOW

You've got somethin' to hide
That you're not telling me
You got somethin' to hide
And I KNOW
Well there's something about you and I KNOW
That you're not telling me


Something To Hide - Journey

CasperO

You can talk to me
Stevie Nicks

Intro chords (same as verse chords):
F Bb Gm7(353333)(VERSE):
(F)
I can see we're thinkin' bout the same things
(Bb)
And I can see your expression when the phone rings
(Gm7)
We both know there's something happening here

(F)
Well, there's no sense in dancing round the subject
(Bb)
A wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect
(Gm7)
Don't turn around there's nothing here to fear
(F)

(CHORUS):
You can talk to me
(F)
Talk to me
(Bb)
You can talk to me
(Gm7)
You can set your
(F)
secrets free, baby

(VERSE):Dusty words lying under carpets
Seldom heard well must you keep your secrets
Locked inside hidden safe from view

Well, is it all that hardIs it all that tough
Well, I've shown you all my cards now isn't that enough
You can hide your hurt
But, there's something you can do

(CHORUS)
(VERSE):
Though we lay face to face and cheek to cheek
Our voices stray from the common ground where theycould meet
The walls run high, to veil a swelling tear
Oh, let the walls burn down, set your secrets free
You can break their bounds, cause you're safe with me
You can lose your doubt, cause you'll find no dangernot here

(CHORUS)

Oh, I can see you running...
I can see you running
I can see you running all the way back home

I can see your expression when the phone rings
And I can see that you're thinkin' bout the same things
Is it all that hardIs it all that tough
Well, you've taken all there is now baby
Isn't that enough
Well, I can see you runnin'...I can see you runnin'All the way back

ZebraHead

Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go
Highway to the DANGER Zone
Ride into the DANGER Zone
Headin' into twilight
Spreadin' out her wings tonight
She got you jumpin' off the track
And shovin' into overdrive
Highway to the DANGER Zone
I'll take you
Right into the DANGER Zone
You'll never say hello to you
Until you get it on the red line overload
You'll never know what you can do
Until you get it up as high as you can go
Out along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The further on the edge
The hotter the intensity
Highway to the DANGER Zone
Gonna take you
Right into the DANGER Zone
Highway to the DANGER Zone

Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins

CasperO

============Copperhead Road Steve Earle===

[]
[D] Well, my name's John Lee Peddimore.
Same as my daddy and his daddy's before.
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here.
He'd only come to town about twice a year.
To buy a hundred pounds o' yeast and some copper line.
Everybody knew that we made moonshine.

[G] Now, the revenuer man wanted granddaddy bad.
[D] Headed up the holler with everything he had.
[G] Before my time, but I've been told.
[D] He never come back from Copperhead Road.
[]
[D] My daddy ran the whisky in a big block Dodge.
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge.
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side.
Just shot coat of primer, then he looked inside.
Well, him and my uncle tore that ENGINE down.
I still remember that rumbling sound.
[G] Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the nite.
[D] Heard momma crying that something wasn't rite.
[G] He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load.
[D] You could smell the whisky burning down Copperhead Road.
[]
*Bridge*
[]
[D] I volunteered for the army on my birthday.
They draft the white trash first, round hear anyway.
I done two tours of duty in Viet Nam.
I came home with a brand new plan.
I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico.
I just plant it up a holler down Copperhead Road.
[G] Now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air.
[D] I wake up screamin' like I'm back over there.
[G] I learned a thing or two from Charlie, don't you know.
[D] You better stay away from Copperhead Road.
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Ha. Copperhead Road

deckerp

I'm going to take some liberty with the word match here. COPPERHEAD = COPPERLINE

Because it's a great song. I like Copperhead Road too.

James Taylor - Copperline

Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'georgia peach
Down on copperline
Half a mile down to morgan creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on copperline
We were down on copperline

One summer night on the copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war in france
Down onto copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on copperline
Down on copperline

First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on copperline
Down on copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah

I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on copperline
It doesn't come as a surprise to me
It doesn't touch my memory
Man I'm lifting up and rising free
Down on over copperline
Half a mile down to morgan creek
I'm only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on copperline, yeah
Take me down on copperline
Oh, down on copperline
Take me down on copperline

ZebraHead

[too slow]

CasperO

C'EST LA VIE (YOU NEVER CAN TELL)Words & Music by Chuck Berry

D
It was a teen-aged wedding
D
And the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre
A
Truly loved the mademoiselle
A
And now the young Monsieur and Madame
A
Have rung the chapel bell
A
C'est La Vie say the IOLD FOLKS
D
It goes to show you never can tell

ZebraHead

Your momma don't dance and your daddy don't Rock and Roll
Your momma don't dance and your daddy don't Rock and Roll
When evenin' rolls around and it's time to go to town
Where do you go - To Rock and Roll

The OLD FOLKS say that ya gotta end your date by ten
If you're out on a date and you bring her home late,it's a sin
There just ain't no excuse and you know you're gonna lose you never win
I'll say it again


Your Momma Don't Dance - Kenny Loggins

CasperO

After The Glitter Fades
G C D
Well I never thought I'd make it here in Hollywood,
G C D
I never thought I'd ever wanna stay
.G C D
What I seem to touch these days has turned to gold.
C D G
What I seem to want, well you know I'll find away.

CHORUS:
C D G
For me it's the only life I'll ever know,
C D G
and love is only one fine star away.
C D G
Even though the living is sometimes laced with lies,
C D G
it's alright, the feeling remains even after the glitter fades.

The loneliness of a one night stand is hard to take.
We all chase something and maybe this is a dream.
The timeless face of a ROCK AND ROLL woman, while her heart breaks.
Oh you know, the dream keeps coming even when you forget to feel.

CHORUS:
CHORUS:
Oh you know, the dream keeps coming even when you forget to feel.
Oh you know, the dream keeps coming even when you forget to feel.

((Stevie Nicks on the brain today guys. I'll play these tonight))

ZebraHead

American WOMAN, stay away from me
American WOMAN, mamma let me be

Don't come hangin' round my door
I don't wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with you


American Woman - The Guess Who

CasperO

Stop Draggin My Heart Around
Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty

intro
A C Cmaj7/B C Em G A Em G A
Em G A
Baby you came knockin' at my front DOOR
Em G A
Same old line you used to use before
Em G A
I said, 'Yeah', well what am I s'pos ed to do?
Em G A
I didn't know what I was g ettin' int o

C D
So y ou've had a little trouble in town
C D
Now you're keepin' some demon down
C D
Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my
C B C
Sto p draggin' my heart around

It's hard to think about what you've wanted
It's hard to think about what you've lost
This doesn't have to be the big get even
This doesn't have to be anything at all
I know you really wanna tell me good-bye

I know you really wanna be your own girl

C D
Baby , you could never lo ok me in the eyes
C D
Yeah , you buckle with the weight of the words
C D
Stop draggin' my, stop d raggin' my
C B C
Sto p dragg in' my hear t around

There�s people runnin' round loose in the world
Ain't got nothin' better to do
Than make a meal of some bright-eyed kid
You need someone lookin' after you
I know you really wanna tell me good-bye
I know you really wanna be your own girl

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