1.You Just Can't Win
One more coffee, one more cigarette＊
One more morning trying to forget.
If I had the chance
To join your dance
I wouldn't like to bet,
That your game is something yet
It's a shame,
Ain't natural for you,
Baby, it's a sin,
You know you just can't win
When you are in.
You used to ride on buses
Take a Greyhound to Birmingham.
Now you go by aeroplane honey
Nothing will bring you down
And I know nothing can
It's a shame,
Ain't natural for you,
Baby, it's a sin,
You know you just can't win
When you are in.
Now the road is dark and lonely,
But you are in your bran new mode.
You're living up in Manhattan now
And I'm somewhere down in Savannah
Way down below
It's a shame,
Ain't natural for you,
Baby, it's a sin,
You know you just can't win
When you are in.
2.Hustle ＆ Cuss
Lyricist：Jack Lawrence, Alison Mosshart
Knock on the door and the door knocks back
The joke never go no further than that
Fire goes back inside the match
Back down the stack
And we hustle and cuss, lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss, lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Must you muscle and fuss？
You muscle and fuss and lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
When we were young, a different kind of fun
Playing in the mud, it meant something else
Now we hustle and cuss
Yeah, hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Must you muscle and fuss？
You muscle and fuss and lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
You're easy to fool and easy to catch
And I don't know if I want you to
Match my bets
And we hustle and cuss, lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss, lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss,oh, you lick on the dust
And we hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Hustle and cuss
Hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
Must you muscle and fuss？
Hustle and cuss, oh, you, muscle and fuss
Muscle and fuss and lick on the dust
3.Rolling In On A Burning Tire
Lyricist：Dean Fertita, Jack Michael Lawrence, Alison Mosshart, Jack
White
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
One is born so one can die
You must wait a real long time
That's more than you can bear
And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
Rolling in on a burning tire
You're going to set my house on fire
Just to show me you were there
Well, I was raised up like a snake
You were raised to leave me bait
I always, always take
And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
That's not what you want to hear
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