When the rain is blowing in your faceAnd the whole world is on your caseI would offer you a warm […]
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boyHe too much too believeYou know he always got an extra pack of cigarettesRolled
When I’m out walkin’, I strut my stuffYeah, and I’m so strung outI’m high as a kite, I just mightStop
Down around the cornerA half a mile from hereYou see them long trains runnin’And you watch them disappear Without loveWhere
Ow, she’s a brick houseShe’s mighty-mighty, just lettin’ it all hang outShe’s a brick houseThat lady’s stacked and that’s a
Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down lowAnd put some music on that’s soft and slowBaby, we ain’t
[Intro]C E7 Am G#7C G C Gaug C9 Gaug [Verse 1]C Gaug C C7You’ve got a friend in meF F#dim7
When marimba rhythms start to playDance with me, make me swayLike a lazy ocean hugs the shoreHold me close, sway
[Intro]| D | Dmaj7 || D | Dmaj7 | [Verse 1]D Dmaj7And now, the end is nearD7And so I faceB7the
Yeah here comes AmosNow Amos Moses was a Cajunhe lived by himself in the swampHe hunted alligators for a livin’he’d
Well the South side of ChicagoIs the baddest part of townAnd if you go down thereYou better just bewareOf a
Heading down south to the land of the pinesI’m thumbing my way into North CarolinaStaring up the road and pray
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, babyI see you walking real slow and you’re smilin’ at
Shadows grow so long before my eyesAnd they’re moving across the pageSuddenly the day turns into nightFar away from the
Don’t go changing, to try and please meYou never let me down beforeDon’t imagine you’re too familiarAnd I don’t see
This thing called loveI just can’t handle itThis thing called loveI must get ’round to itI ain’t readyCrazy little thing
I got my first real six-stringBought it at the five-and-dimePlayed it ’til my fingers bledWas the summer of ’69 Me
She’s a good girl, loves her mamaLoves Jesus and America tooShe’s a good girl, who’s crazy ’bout ElvisLoves horses and
There’s a port on a western bayAnd it serves a hundred ships a dayLonely sailors pass the time awayAnd talk
Para bailar La BambaPara bailar La BambaSe necesito una poca de graciaUna poca de gracia Para mi, para tiY arriba,
