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Wishful Thinking
04:54
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It's hot in the hen house tonight
Chicks are laying, cocks out to fight
I was above all that barnyard hustle
I never dug my feathers getting ruffled
But now I'm picking and scratching in the feed
'cause she brings out the little red rooster in me
I was first on the fence everyday
Now I sleep in so I can play
She's got me strutting 'round like a fool
And all my friends don't think that's too cool
They can't see what's happening to me,
That she brings out the little red rooster in me
People I'm all clucked out
I can't scream, I can't shout
She knocked me out of my tree
Plucked all the feathers off of me
But I'll be back on the fence by three
'cause she brings out the little red rooster in me
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Rome
03:12
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Skunk Blood Funky
05:14
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I could never feel
the way you feel right now, baby
I could never cry
all the tears you say you've cried
I've been down before
but you're down more
what they say can't be true
nobody's ever been there except you
'cause you're the only one
yes, the only one
who's ever had the blues
millions of people
they're dying, baby
but they could never die
from what you say's been killing you
alone in the human race
only you are in this place
what they say can't be true
'cause nobody's ever been there except you
'cause you're the only one
yes, the only one
who's ever had the blues
nothing I could say
would make it better, baby
nothing I could do
would give you the strength to carry on
'cause you got the blues
no one's ever had the blues
what they say can't be true
'cause nobody's ever been there except you
'cause you're the only one
yes, the only one
who's ever had the blues
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When I Give You Up
04:34
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When the sun stops shining
when the stars don't come out at night
when there's never a question
between what's wrong and what's right
when the morning dew
don't feel good beneath the skin of your bare feet
when a drop of honey
don't taste sweet
Well, that's when I give you up
when I give you up
When the deepest question
can't be simply said
when the blood of soldiers
don't run red
when the darkest hour
ain't followed by the dawn of a brand new day
when young men stop dying
in the wars that the old ones make
Well, that's when I give you up
when I give you up
It's not that I don't want things to change
you know I do
but as long as things remain the same
I still got you
When the wind stops blowing
when the house won't take a bet
when the birds ain't singing
and the elephants all forget
when the righteous people
stop believing in the hopes of a kingdom come
when I see your sweet thang
and I don't want some
Well, that's when I give you up
when I give you up
when I give you up
when I give you up
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Ring Of Fire
05:18
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I'm Just Your Fool
03:32
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Mona Lisa
02:58
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Diggin' The Sand
05:19
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This old dog ain't seen his day
but I seen a lot of dreams fade away
walked a lot of miles to get on home
now I'm in the backyard digging up some bones
Late at night when I'm drinking wine
I let the stars release my mind
I think about the days when we was young
I think about the days we used to run
And the thing I recall the most
was hitching a ride up the coast
living on the beach all summer long
riding the waves and singing songs
And we ran hand in hand
we never had no special plans
and we never found our promised land
but we were diggin' the sand
and we were diggin' the sun
and we were diggin' our times
and we were diggin' on love
There was a place we used to hang
just a little shack where we'd meet the gang
if there was a band we'd get up and dance
if there was a girl I'd take a chance
You were a child, just running wild
two bare feet, a big ol' smile
you had your whole life yet to live
with all your love to give
And we ran hand in hand
we never had no special plans
and we never found our promised land
but we were diggin' the sand
and we were diggin' the sun
and we were diggin' our times
and we were diggin' on love
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Stacks
05:20
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Can't take it with you, that's what some people say
so they hang on to it until their dying day
if you got a lot, pretend that you ain't got
if you got none, pretend that you got some
I don't want it all
just so tall that they fall
Stacks, stacks of money
Oh stacks, stacks of honey
Never knew a time when I did not need some dough
gotta have some change in my pocket everywhere I go
dime breeds a dollar, dollar breeds a crime
I get less than my share every single time
I don't want 'em small
just so tall that they fall
Stacks, stacks of money
Oh stacks, stacks of honey
No matter how much I get, it never seems enough
like the old song say: "Times getting tougher than tough"
so I dream of drowning in a sea of bread
by the time I get my stacks I know that I'll be dead
then I'll see for miles
those piles that bring me smiles
Stacks, stacks of money
Oh stacks, stacks of honey
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Shack Daddys Fort Lauderdale, Florida
Swamp funk, blues roots and island grooves!
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