1. |
Road to Motown
03:40
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I dropped out of college, I did what was right
I went to the mountains, I drove day and night
I met a girl, showed me world
I'd never known
Opened my eyes to the magic fount
I didn't know the price to the youth I'd found
A braindead man with a dirty hand
Stuck out on the road
And the cars drive by
And oh, how I long to be home
But the road to Motown
Is ragged, cracked and broke down
Just like me
My thoughts are empty, I got nothing to say
There ain't nothing to me, and nothing come my way
Wisdom gone, she wasn't here long
Now I'm all alone
My feet are sore and my spirit's low
My clothes are torn, with so far to go
I'm breaking down, and I hear the sound
Rattling in my bones
And the cars drive by
And oh, how I long to be home
But the road to Motown
Is ragged, cracked and broke down
Just like me
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2. |
Ain't Got Time
02:30
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Working in the blood, in the iron and stone
Fire and heat have become my home
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no wife
You could say I ain't got no life
And I ain't got time, I ain't got time
To listen to records anymore
I left me behind with my flesh and bone
Nothing but a shell, a mindless drone
I am number, and not much else
In exchange for freedom I gave up myself
And I ain't got time, I ain't got time
To listen to records anymore
I need to take five, I need to relax
Take a little break from breaking my back
I wanna slow up, I wanna come to a stop
I wanna sit down, let the needle drop
But I ain't got time, I ain't got time
To listen to records anymore
I ain't got time, I ain't got time
To listen to records anymore
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3. |
When I Go (live)
02:36
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I've been feeling just a little down
A little mite kicked around
A little too much for me
And I've been feeling like leaving town
So get your hands off me, girl
Come on, let me be
'Cause when I go
You'll hear no goodbye
I'm gonna walk out that door
Slam that sucker one last time
If you ask me, I don't need this
It's been a while since I could feel us
These walls been a jailhouse day and night
I'm gonna put my fee to the pavement
Where I'm going, I don't know, baby
Turn my head west, take a couple lefts
And end up right
And when I go
You'll hear no goodbye
I'm gonna walk out that door
Slam that sucker one last time
I'm gonna find myself somewhere
Learn what I need to know out there
And if I don't, if I fail
That's okay, it's just as well
'Cause when I go
You'll hear no goodbye
I'm gonna walk out that door
Slam that sucker one last time
'Cause when I go
I'm gonna walk out that door
Slam that sucker one last time
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If I Told You (live)
02:35
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If I told you all you wanted to know about me
You'd leave me, I know
There are things in my life
I have tried to put behind
But every once in a while they come back
You're sleeping and I won't wake you
But I've been wondering
What you saw this evening
Did it shake your faith in me
"Is he not the one I know?
"Should I stay or need I go?
"i have tried to understand him for so long"
Is it over
Can you trust me anymore
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5. |
The Cheating Song (live)
04:20
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Lying in the attic, listening to the rain pour down
Looking at magazines, the kind you just have lying around
The cat's in the window getting wet
So cold, gonna catch her death
Serves her right
You don't go mess around where you don't belong
Speaking of
When you coming home now
I been feeling all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Tell it to me swiftly, break it to me quick
And let me down, way down, nine yards
Take the extra mile
Might as well take the worst and make it worse
Lying through your teeth now
Deception seeping from your skin
Backpedal, backpedal
Pray, tell me where you been
Your alibis on excuses too much to take in
The dog's out back tied to the shed
Getting old, but no dead yet
Like you and me
No spark, flame gone, waiting for the end
Speaking of
Don't bother coming home now
I want to be all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Why you gotta be so cruel to me
I've been kind to you, so it's hard to believe
Your disloyalty
You think I don't know where you go at night?
But I know
Oh, I know
And it hurts me so, but I'll let you go
'Cause I ain't gonna be around no more
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