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You Have The Right
03:42
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NOW YOU CAN TOUCH ME
NOW BREATHE MY SOUL IN
CAN YOU JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH
AND BRING ME UP TO THE SKY
OWW YEAH YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
BUT PLEASE DON’T FORGET
THAT ONE DAY YOU’LL BE MINE
AND I WILL LEAVE YOU IN HELL
NOW YOU CAN TOUCH ME
NOW PLEASE EAT MY MOUTH
CAN YOU JUST FEEL THE LUST
THAT I BRING UP TO YOUR MIND
OWW YEAH YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
BUT PLEASE DON’T FORGET
THAT ONE DAY YOU’LL BE MINE
AND I WILL LEAVE YOU IN HELL
I, WANNA TRY, WANNA FEEL AS CLOSE TO YOU AS MY
PEN, WANNA SPELL, WANNA ETCH MY YEARNING ON YOUR MIND
I, WANNA FEEL, WANNA DRAG MY FINGERS IN YOUR HOT
MOUTH, WANNA BITE, WANNA LICK YOUR SCORCHING LITTLE THING
OWW YEAH YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
BUT PLEASE DON’T FORGET
THAT ONE DAY YOU’LL BE MINE
AND I WILL LEAVE YOU IN HELL
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2. |
Lonely Rider
03:33
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I’M A LONELY RIDER
I WALK IN PAIN
YOU CAN TELL ME THE ANSWER
FOR ME IT’S TOO LATE
I’M COMING BACK TO MY LAND
SEE WHAT RAIN’S COMING
SEE THE OLD TIMES COMING
WHERE THE MOUNTAIN DISAPPEARS
THESE DAYS GOOD TIMES ARE RUNNING LATE
IT’S NEVER TIME FOR ME TO SAY
HOW MUCH I’D LIKE TO KISS YOU
HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
I’M A LONELY RIDER
MY TEARS ARE FLAMES
THEY BURN MY FACE
THEY MAKE ME STAY
I HEAR THE LAST TRAIN COMING
I HEAR THE LAST TRAIN
COMING DOWN TO TAKE ME
TO THE COUNTY JAIL
THESE DAYS GOOD TIMES ARE RUNNING LATE
IT’S NEVER TIME FOR ME TO SAY
HOW MUCH I’D LIKE TO KISS YOU
HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
I’M A LONELY RIDER
I WALK IN PAIN
YOU CAN TELL ME THE ANSWER
FOR ME IT’S TOO LATE
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3. |
Morning Dew
02:39
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I’VE BEEN A SAILOR BABE
BUT I FIND MYSELF ON THE GROUND
I’VE CROSSED THE SEVEN SEAS
BUT THEN I BROKE THE LAW
THE SUN WAS RISING
BEHIND THE GLEAMING SAILS
MY SHIP WAS THE BEST
HE WAS FLYING ABOVE THE WAVES
I SEE YOU, I’M ON THE MAST
THE OCEAN COMES TO AN END
OWW WHAT DOES IT MEAN THESE DAYS ?
HEADING TO MEMORY LANE
I WANTED TO SEE BEYOND THE LINES
I WANTED TO FREE MYSELF
ONE DAY I SET SAIL TO THE WEST
AND I GOT LOST IN THE ABYSS
I SEE YOU, I’M ON THE MAST
THE OCEAN COMES TO AN END
OWW WHAT DOES IT MEAN THESE DAYS ?
HEADING TO MEMORY LANE
I SEE YOU, I’M ON THE MAST
THE OCEAN COMES TO AN END
OWW WHAT DOES IT MEAN THESE DAYS ?
HEADING TO MEMORY LANE
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The End Of The Gold Rush
03:00
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OW LORD CAN YOU TELL ME
WHY LIFE’S SO SAD ?
I’VE BEEN DOING MY JOB SO HARD
OW LORD CAN YOU TELL ME
WHAT WENT WRONG ?
MY ARMS HAVE NEVER FELT SO STRONG
AND THE OLD MAN DIGS THE GROUND
WHILE THE YOUNG ONE IS HIDING
THE RIVER FLOWS THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN
BUT THERE’S NO MORE GOLD TO PICK
OW LORD CAN YOU TELL ME
WHY LIFE’S SO SAD ?
I’VE BEEN DOING MY JOB SO HARD
OW LORD CAN YOU TELL ME
WHAT WENT WRONG ?
MY ARMS HAVE NEVER FELT SO STRONG
AND THE OLD MAN DIGS THE GROUND
WHILE THE YOUNG ONE IS HIDING
THE RIVER FLOWS THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN
BUT THERE’S NO MORE GOLD TO PICK
AND THE OLD MAN CRIES THE RIVER
WHILE THE YOUNG ONE IS DIGGING
THE RIVER FLOWS THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN
BUT THERE’S NO MORE GOLD TO DRY THE TEARS
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Old Jack Blues
04:11
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WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
ITS PURPLE GLOW DRAINS YOUR SOUL
BUT YOU NEVER CARE
CAUSE THE GOOD FLAVOR IS ALWAYS THERE
WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
YOU CAN ADD SOME COKE TO IT
THEN IT BECOMES SWEET
AND YOU DRINK AND YOU DRINK
WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
YOU LIGHT A CIGARETTE
THEN ANOTHER ONE, AND ANOTHER ONE
AND IT FEELS SO HEADY
WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
YOU PICK UP YOUR GUITAR
BUT CAN’T FINISH THAT TUNE
SO YOU JUST SCREAM IN THE MICROPHONE
I’M GONNA DRINK TILL THE DAY COMES
I’M GONNA DROWN MY SOUL IN FLAMES
I’M GONNA BITE YOUR NECK SO SLOW
AND WE’LL ENJOY THIS OLD BAD GAME
x2
WELL, WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
WELL, WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
WELL, WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
WELL, WELL, BAD IS THE OLD JACK
x2
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The Sinner
04:03
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IT’S LATE IN THE EVENING, I FEEL THE SHADE
I’VE WALKED ACROSS A HURRICANE
BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME
MY BONES ARE BLADES, MY EYES ARE GRAZED
I FEEL LIKE A GRAIN OF SAND
BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME
MY TIME HAS COME, YOURS IS DONE
ONE DAY OUR PATH WILL
SURELY CROSS AGAIN
IT’S TIME TO GO, THAT’S THE WAY IT IS
THE COLD AIR IN MY NOSTRILS
BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME x4
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