1.Seasons Of Wither
Blues hearted lady, sleepy was she
Love for the devil brought her to me
Seas of a thousand drawn to her sin
Seasons of wither holdin' me in
Ooh, woe is me, I feel so badly for you
Ooh, woe is me, I feel so sadly for you
In time, bound to lose your mind
Live on borrowed time
Take the wind right out of your sail
Fireflies dance in the heat of
Hound dogs that bay at the moon
My ship leaves in the midnight
Can't say I'll be back too soon
They awaken far, far away
Heat of my candle, show me the way
Seas of a thousand drawn to her sin
Seasons of wither holdin' me in
Ooh, woe is me, I feel so badly for you
Ooh, woe is me, I feel so sadly for you
In time, bound to lose your mind
Live on borrowed time
Take the wind right out of your sail
2.Beer Drinkers And Hell Raisers
If you see me walkin' down the line
With my fav'rite honky tonk in mind,
Well, I'll be here around suppertime
With my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.
Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me？
The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
Steel guitar cryin' through the night.
Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight
But ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight.
Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me？
Ah, play it boy.
The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin.
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in.
Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional
'Cause we're experimental and professional.
Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah.
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me？
3.Do You Feel Like We Do
Lyricist：Peter Frampton, Mick Gallagher, John T. Siomos, Rick Wills
Well, woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand
Whose wine？ What wine？ Where the hell did I dine？
Must have been a dream, I don't believe where I've been
Come on, let's do it again
Do you, you, feel like I do？
How'd ya feel？
Do you, you, feel like I do？
My friend got busted just the other day
They said, don't walk, don't walk, don't walk away
Drove him to a taxi, bent the boot, hit the bag
Do you, you, feel like I do？
Do you, you, feel like I
Do you, you, feel like I do？
Yes ya do
Do you, you, feel like I do？
Champagne for breakfast and a Sherman in my hand
Peached up, Peached Ale, never fails
Must have been a dream, I don't believe where I've been
Come on, let's do it again
Do you, you, feel like I do？
How'd ya feel？
Do you, you, feel like I
Bob Mayo, on the keyboards, Bob Mayo
Do you feel like we do？
Do you feel like we do？
Oh, that's true
Do you feel like we do？
Get back
Do you feel, do you feel like we do？
Oh baby, do you feel？
Oh baby, do you feel, feel like we do？
Do you feel, do you feel like we do？
I want to thank you
Do you feel like we do？
That's alright, that's alright to feel you'd like
Feel you'd like, a good time
We'll go to bed and good night
Good time, good time, good time, good time, good time
4.I Want To Take You Higher
Lyricist：Sylvester Stewart
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Beat is gettin' stronger
The beat is gettin' longer too
Music's soundin' good to me
But I wanna, said I wanna
I wanna take you higher
Yeah, let me take you higher
Baby, baby, let me light your fire
Ooh yeah, little bit higher
Boom shacka lacka lacka
Boom shacka la boonka boo
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Beat is nitty-gritty
Music's in your city too
Music's gettin' good to me
But now don't ya, I said don't ya
Don't ya wanna get higher？
Yeah, don't ya wanna get higher？
Baby, baby, let me light your fire
Ooh ha, little bit higher
Boom shacka lacka lacka
Boom shacka la boonka boo
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Come on, baby
(Higher)
Don't ya wanna get high
(Higher)
Ooh, yeah
(Higher)
Light your fire
(Fire)
Come on, daddy
(Higher)
A little bit higher
(Higher)
I wanna
(Higher)
Said I wanna light your fire
(Fire)
Boom shacka lacka lacka
Boom shacka la boonka boo
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Beat is here to make you move
Music's here to help you groove
Music's soundin' good to me
But take your places
I'm gonna take you
(Higher, higher)
Yeah, baby
Gonna take ya
(Higher, higher)
Ooh, yeah
Little bit higher
C'mon, daddy
(Higher)
A little bit
(Higher)
5.Is It My Body
What have I got
That makes you want to love me
Is it my body
Or someone I might be
Or somethin' inside me
You better tell me
Tell me
It's really up to you
Have you got the time to find out
Who I really am
What does it take
To get inside of your mind
Give me a break
And take a chance for the very first time
You better tell me
Tell me
It's really up to you
Have you got the time to find out
Who I really am
What have I got
That makes you want to love me
Now is it my body
Or someone I might be
Or somethin' inside me
You better tell me
Tell me
It's really up to you
Have you got the time to find out
Who I really am
6.Street Fighting Man
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the
street, boy
But a-what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no
Hey, think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man, no
Get down!
Hey, said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his
servants
And then what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man, no
Get down!
7.Not Fragile
Lyricist：Charles Fred Turner
Comin' to you across country
Hopin' boogie's still allowed
You asked do we play heavy music？
Well, a thunder heads just another cloud and we do
Not fragile, straight at you
When we vanish through the night
Still in your ears but out of sight
Not fragile
Don't think we feel hurt or wounded
Oh, I'm either showin' through
It's our road that's been disrupted
And our streets reflects from you, well it's true
Not fragile over you
Triumphs in your gettin' down
Feelin' high or just hangin' 'round
Not fragile
Not fragile
The times we travel in our lives
Are hard and fast and give us drive
We may seem distant most of the time
But many thoughts are still on our minds
Not fragile, fragile, oh
8.Shooting Star
Lyricist：Paul Rodgers
Johnny was a schoolboy
When he heard his first Beatles song
â~Love Me Do' I think it was
And from there it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar used to play it every night
Now he's in a rock â~n' roll outfit
And everything's all right, don't ya know？
Johnny told his mama, â½Hey, Mama, I'm going away
I'm gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star somedayâ
Momma came to the door with a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said 'Don't cry, Momma, smile and wave goodbye'
Don't you know？ Yeah, yeah
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you know, don't you know？
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are
Johnny made a record went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing his song
Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him
And said, 'Well, I made the big time at last'
Don't you know, don't you know？
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you know？ Oh yeah
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are a shooting star
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you know？ Oh yeah
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are
Johnny died one night, died in his bed
Bottle of whiskey, sleeping tablets by his head
Johnny's life passed him by like a warm summer day
If you listen to the wind, you can still hear him play
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you know, don't you know？
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you know？
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
Don't you know？
Don't you know that you are a shooting star？
Don't you, don't you know that you are a shooting star？
9.All The Young Dudes
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
And Wendy's stealing clothes from marks and sparks
And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex
I'm a dude man
All the young dudes (Hey dudes)
Carry the news (Where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (Stand up Come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear you)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (And I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news
Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
But we can love oh yes we can love
And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
What a drag too many snags
Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
I'm a dude man
All the young dudes (Hey dudes)
Carry the news (Where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (Stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear ya)
Carry the news (I want to see ya)
Boogaloo dudes (And I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (What dudes)
Carry the news (Let's hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (Hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news (I want you)
Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front)
Carry the news (Now you all his friends)
All the young dudes (Now you bring him down cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here bring him come on)
Carry the news (Bring him here you go)
All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news (There you go)
Boogaloo dudes (How do you feel)
Carry the news
10.Make It Last
Lyricist：Sammy Hagar
Well, I remember when I was seventeen
My father told me, 'Pick your dreams'
He said life ain't easy as it seems
When you get older you'll see what I mean, yes
Alright, yeah
Well, at the time I wanted to be twenty-one
It seemed the right age for havin' fun
But when I got there I was still too young
And twenty-five seemed to be the one
But now I live my life from day to day
'Cause I wouldn't have it any other way
Whether I'm twelve or whether I'm sixty-four
I spend my time like there ain't gonna be no more, no
Yeah!
You know that sweet girl you've been chasin' round
She got you hooked 'long as she keeps you down
Well, I know what happens when she comes around
It won't be long and you'll be back on the town, yeah
Now I live my life from day to day
I wouldn't have it any other way
Whether I'm twelve or whether I'm sixty-four
I spend my time like there ain't gonna be no more, no
Alright, yeah
Lord! Yes, alright
Things between, they suit you right
But once you get them it seems like they're all alike
So make it last as long as you can
It's so much easier when you understand
And now I live my life from day to day
I wouldn't have it any other way
Whether I'm twelve or whether I'm sixty-four
I spend my time like there ain't gonna be no more, no
Yeah! Alright
I keep on rollin' alone
I make it last
Keep on rollin', right on down
Make it last as long as you can
Keep on rolling, come on
Keep on rolling as long as you can
Gotta make it last
11.Saturday Night Special
Lyricist：Edward C. King, Ronnie Van Zant
Two feet's they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
A creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reachin' for his trousers
He shoots him full of .38 holes
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon, ole Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commenced to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pulled his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Oh, and it's a Saturday Night Special
And for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too
Oh, let me tell you all about
Hand guns are made for killin'
They ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool come around here
And wanna shoot either you or me
Oh, Mr. Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Oh, and it's a Saturday Night Special
I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too
Oh yeah, it's a Saturday Night Special
12.War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight
They leave their role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgment day comes
Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgment God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!
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