1.Rock And Roll Doctor( Album Version)
Lyricist：Lowell George
Writer(s)：Lowell George
There Was a Woman in Georgia Didn't Feel Just Right
She Had the Fever All Day and Chills At Night
Now Things Got Worse, Yes a Serious Bind
At Times Like This It Takes a Man With Style I Cannot Often Find
A Doctor of the Heart and a Doctor of Mind
If You Like Country With a Boogie Beat He's the Man to Meet
If You Like the Sound of Shufflin' Feet He Can't Be Beat
If You Wanna Feel Real Nice, Just Ask the Rock and Roll Doctor's
Advice
It's Just a Country Town But Patients Come
From Mobile to Moline From Miles Around
Nagodoches to New Orleans
In Beat-up Old Cars Or in Limousines
To Meet the Doctor of Soul, He's Got His Very Own Thing
Two Degrees in Be-bop, a Phd in Swing
He's the Master of Rhythm He's a Rock and Roll King
If You Like Country With a Boogie Beat He's the Man to Meet(He's
the Man to Meet)
If You Like the Sound of Shufflin' Feet He Can't Be Beat(I Say
He Can't Be Beat)
If You... If You Wanna
If You Wanna Feel Real Nice, Just Ask the Rock and Roll Doctor's
Advice
2.Oh Atlanta( LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill Payne
Writer(s)：Bill Payne
(Yeah)
Got a Place Down Kentucky
Right Down Near Ohio
Where You Can Watch Them Planes At Night
People Line Up Just to Watch Them Fly
I Said Watchin Them Planes
I Wish I Was On One
I'm Sittin' Here Thinkin' 'bout a Brown Haired Girl
If I Could Only Get Her Tonight
Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I Said Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Atlanta, Got to Get Back to You
You Can Drop Me Off On Peachtree
I Got to Feel That Georgia Sun
The Women There in Atlanta
They Make Us Both Feel Glad You Come
I Said Watchin' Them Planes
I Wish I Was On One
I'm Sittin' Here Thinking 'bout a Crazy Girl
If I Could Only Get Her Tonight
Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I Said Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Atlanta, Got to Get Back to You
You Take a Day O' Nights It's Just You and Me
Where the Diesel Plays All Night
You Got the Boogie Man Goin' 'round For Hell
And When They Get to Movin' They Never Stop
You Just Keep On Playin' That Down Home Beat
You Just Keep On Layin' Down High
I Wish I Was On One
Sittin' Here Thinkin' Crazy Scene
If I Could Only, Oh If I Could...
Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I Said Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Atlanta, Got to Get Back to You
3.Skin It Back(LP Version)
Lyricist：Paul Barrere
Writer(s)：Paul Barrere
Well I'm Waitin' For Something to Take Place
Something to Take Me Away From This Race
'round City to City, Town to Town
Runnin' Around in the Shoes of a Clown
And That Desperate, no Count, Desperado
A Thief of Love, My Business Is the Street
I Be Shakin' 'em Down
In Old Colorado
Texas She's Nice, But Georgia's Oh So Sweet
Steal Away With Me Darlin' Your Lovin' Just Can't Be Beat
So It Seems That the World Keeps On Turnin' But So What
I Don't Doubt It, It Just Keeps On the Move
You're a Dream, and That's All That I Ask For
So Well Now, I'm Wonderin' Just How I'm Gonna Tell It to You
Skin It Back(Skin It Back)
Somethin' Real, Somethin' to Feel
I Can't Find a Soul Who'll Take On This Mess
It's Those Rock and Roll Hours, Early Graves Without Flowers
Please Darlin' Put My Mind At Rest
I'm Beggin' Whoa Darlin' Put My Mind At Rest
So It Seems That the World Keeps On Turnin' Well So What
I Don't Doubt It, It Just Keeps On the Move
You're a Dream, and That's All That I Ask For
So Well Now, I'm Wonderin' Just A-how I'm Gonna Tell It to You
Skin It Back Tell It to You
Skin It Back Tell It to You
Skin It Back Tell It to You
4.Down The Road(LP Version)
Lyricist：Lowell George
Writer(s)：Lowell George
I Gave You High Steppin' Slippers
But You Still Can't Move Your Feat
And It's Cold in the Morning
So I Turn Away At the Heat
You Say Faster So I Speed Up
But Still I'm Much Too Slow
I Feel Your Innuendo
You Got All the Answers, Least They Say You Do
But When I Start to Strut My Stuff
You Say 'Hey It Ain't Time to Go'
That Ain't What I've Been Told
Guess I Better Meet You Down the Road
Down the Road
You Know Sometimes I Wanna Steal Away and Stare
Until My Face It Touch the Ground
My Dinner in Chicago, Oh My Breakfast Down the Line
If You Don't Hear From Me Girl, I Hope You're Feelin' Fine
'cause I've Been Doin' Time, Hope You're Feelin' Fine
Call Me Up, Catch a Plane
But Don't Think of Taking Another Game
'cause My Regular Lady She Gets My Pocket Change
Do You Want My Every Thought
Well Come Over Here and Try to Get Me Off
Won't You Please Me
Shake Your Dignity
Put a Little On Me
On Me, On Me, On Me
5.Spanish Moon(Album Version)
Lyricist：Lowell George
Writer(s)：Lowell George
Well the Night That I Got Into Town
Was the Night the Rain Froze On the Ground
Down the Street I Heard Such a Sorrowful Tune
Comin' From the Place They Call the Spanish Moon
Well I Stepped Inside, and Stood By the Door
While a Dark Girl Sang, and Played the Guitar
There Was Hookers, and Hustlers, Filled Up the Room
I Heard About This Place They Call the Spanish Moon
One False Step, You Get Done in
It's a Cold Situation
Don't Care Who, You Could All Face Ruin
You Could Lose It All Down At the Spanish Moon
Whiskey, and Bad Cocaine
Poison Get You Just the Same
And If That -- That Don't -- Kill You Soon
The Women Will Down At the Spanish Moon
Well I Pawned My Watch, and I Sold My Ring
Just to Hear That Girl Singing(Ooh Who)
I Don't Care Who, You Could All Face Ruin
You Can Lose It All Down At the Spanish Moon
Whiskey, and Bad Cocaine
Poison Get You Just the Same
And If That -- That Don't -- Kill You Soon
The Women Will Down At the Spanish Moon
6.Feats Don't Fail Me Now(LP Version)
Lyricist：Fred MartinLowell GeorgePaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Fred MartinLowell GeorgePaul Barrere
Your Daddy Says I'm no Good
Your Momma Says Keep Away
Got to Tell You Truthful Girl You Can Never Make Me Stay
I Got Something Up and Down This Coast
Bet You My Last Dollar Girl I Can Love Your Love the Most
Don't the Sunrise Look So Pretty
Never Such a Sight
Like a Rollin' Into New York City
With the Skyline in the Morning Light
Roll Right Through the Night
Roll
Roll Right Through the Night
I Said Roll
Semi-smokin Mama, You Got to Give Me Some
Heard You Got the Biggest -- Hmm -- the Biggest Truck in Town
Right On Through to Baltimore You Got to Love Me Now
Got to Do Me Gently, Well It's Feets Don't Fail Me Now
Don't Fail Me, Feets Don't Fail Me Now
Don't the Sunrise Look So Pretty
Never Such a Sight
Like a Rollin' Into New York City
With the Skyline in the Morning Light
Roll Right Through the Night
I Said Roll
Roll Right Through the Night
Roll Right Through the Night
7.The Fan(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneLowell GeorgePaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneLowell GeorgePaul Barrere
Heard You Got An Infection
Just Before Your Lewd Rejection
Wait'll the Shit Hits the Fan
You Couldn't Turn Him Down
Hold Your Address Book Above Your Knees
And Kissed Your Soft Legs There
He Was On Top of the Pop Stars
You Couldn't Turn Him Down
You Were a Sweet Girl
When You Were a Cheerleader
But I Think You're Much Better Now
Bought a Few Reds From Your Neighboorhood Dealer
And You Passed Out in the Back of a Car
You Were Too Messed Up to Climb Out
What If Your Old Man Had Found Out？
8.Cold Cold Cold ／ Tripe Face Boogie(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneLowell GeorgePaul BarrereRichard Hayward
Writer(s)：Bill PayneLowell GeorgePaul BarrereRichard Hayward
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Freezing, it was freezing in that hotel
I had no money, my special friend was gone
The TV set was busted so she went along
I called room, room service,
I'm down here on my knees
I said a peach or a pear, or a coconut please,
But they was cold
Well it's been a month since I seen my girl
Or a dime to make the call
'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by,
Or I couldn't decide at all
And I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up
Don't you know I'm lonely
All the things I had to do
I had to fall in love
You know she's cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
That woman is freezing, freezing cold
Well I tried everything to warm her up
Now I'm living in this cold hotel
'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by,
Or I couldn't decide at all
And I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up
Don't you know I'm lonely
Of all the things I had to do
I had to fall in love
You know she's cold
Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' round
My feet don't, feet don't even touch the ground
Yah, ya know she's cold
Oh she's cold(cold)
Ya know she's cold(cold)
Know she's cold(cold)
Cold(cold, cold, cold)
Buffaloed in Buffalo
And I was entertained in Houston
New York, yew nork, you got to choose one
Cause it's a tripe face boogie
Going to boogie my sneakers away
Well I don't want your money
And I don't want your time
Please don't tripe me honey
And I'll give you back your dime
It's a hype face boogie
going to boogie my sneakers away
Now I don't dig potato chips
And I can't dig torts
But you can tripe my guacamole baby(it's a guaca)
Tripe my shorts
'Cause it's a hype case boogie gonna boogie my scruples away
Hype boogie, tripe boogie, hype boogie
All night long
You bring your guitar, I'll bring the wine
Gonna tripe my guacamole baby just a one more time
Cause It's a tripe face boogie
I said look out!
Give tripe face his way
I said lookout!
Give tripe face his day
I said lookout!
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