- Revival
- Don't Keep Me Wonderin'
- Midnight Rider
- In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed
- Hoochie Coochie Man
- Please Call Home
- Leave My Blues At Home
REVIVAL
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? Love is in the air.
We're in a revolution. Don't you know we're right.
Everyone is singing. Yeah! There'll be no one to fight.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? Love is in the air.
We're in a revolution. Don't you know we're right.
Everyone is singing. Yeah! There'll be no one to fight.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
DON’T KEEP ME WONDERIN’
Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door,
tell me what you left me waiting,
two or three hours for.
Tell me why when the phone rings baby,
you're up and across the floor,
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
I think about the bad times,
Lord I think about yours and mine,
you were lost in the silver spoon,
thought I pulled you out in time.
And I hope that you got reasons,
for the way that you've been lyin',
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
I think I'm gonna go now,
but you know that I'll be back.
Now you can think it over Baby,
tell me how you're gonna act.
I'm gonna keep on holding on,
but I don't get no stronger,
DON’T KEEP ME WONDERIN’
Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door,
tell me what you left me waiting,
two or three hours for.
Tell me why when the phone rings baby,
you're up and across the floor,
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
I think about the bad times,
Lord I think about yours and mine,
you were lost in the silver spoon,
thought I pulled you out in time.
And I hope that you got reasons,
for the way that you've been lyin',
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
I think I'm gonna go now,
but you know that I'll be back.
Now you can think it over Baby,
tell me how you're gonna act.
I'm gonna keep on holding on,
but I don't get no stronger,
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
MIDNIGHT RIDER
And I've got to run to keep from hidin
And I'm bound to keep on ridin
And I've got one more silver dollar
But, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
And I don't own the clothes I'm wearin
And the road goes on forever
And I've got one more silver dollar
But, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
And I've gone by the point of carin
Some old bed I'll soon be sharin
And I've just one more silver dollar
But, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
No, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
No, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
No, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
MIDNIGHT RIDER
And I've got to run to keep from hidin
And I'm bound to keep on ridin
And I've got one more silver dollar
But, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
And I don't own the clothes I'm wearin
And the road goes on forever
And I've got one more silver dollar
But, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
And I've gone by the point of carin
Some old bed I'll soon be sharin
And I've just one more silver dollar
But, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
No, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
No, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
No, I'm not gonna let em catch me, no
Not gonna let em catch the midnight rider
IN MEMORY OF ELIZABETH REED
IN MEMORY OF ELIZABETH REED
(Instrumental)
HOOCHIE COOCHIE MAN
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin' mama,
He'll be a bad one, now.
I'll make all you little girls,
turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
gonna take you right on down... with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see.
I'll be your hoochie coochie man,
I'll set you free.
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
on the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe,
you better not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.
I'm gonna get you, one by one.
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
and I'm yo' son of a gun.
HOOCHIE COOCHIE MAN
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin' mama,
He'll be a bad one, now.
I'll make all you little girls,
turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
gonna take you right on down... with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see.
I'll be your hoochie coochie man,
I'll set you free.
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
on the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe,
you better not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.
I'm gonna get you, one by one.
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
and I'm yo' son of a gun.
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born,
she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one.
Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.
You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.
I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.
PLEASE CALL HOME
Take one last look, before you leave,
Cause oh, somehow it means so much to me.
And if you'll ever need me, you know where I'll be.
So, please, call home if ya change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
I guess I saw it comin day by day.
But, oh, I could not stand the failure.
Before you leave, there's just one thing I must say,
Please, call home if ya change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
And I know, you're used to runnin.
Oh, you're lost baby, and I ain't funnin.
But, oh, when you call to me, well, I'll come runnin,
Straight to your side, again I'll confide in you.
So, go on, I won't say no more.
My heart ain't in it, but I'll hold the door.
But, just remember what I said before.
Please, call home if ya change your mind.
Please, call home if ya change your mind.
Oh yeah, call home if ya change your mind.
Call home if ya change your mind, oh.
Please, call home if ya change your mind.
Oh yeah, call home baby.
LEAVE MY BLUES AT HOME
I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
ah, way out on the outside.
Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really
quite the thing to do, no.
Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind.
But I know there's something better.
I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone
to find and go roll.
Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
Don't leave, I'm on my way over.
A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
And I feel I have to scream
whenever I get the notion.
And though I try so hard,
I can't hold back my emotions.
But I... love you, but I can't have ya. Won't you sit by my side.
You don't work, the man don't pay ya.
There ain't no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down.
Well, if you ride you pay the fare... with Satan on your back.
And he don't care where you come from or where you goin'.\
And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down.
LEAVE MY BLUES AT HOME
I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
ah, way out on the outside.
Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really
quite the thing to do, no.
Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind.
But I know there's something better.
I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone
to find and go roll.
Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
Don't leave, I'm on my way over.
A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
And I feel I have to scream
whenever I get the notion.
And though I try so hard,
I can't hold back my emotions.
But I... love you, but I can't have ya. Won't you sit by my side.
You don't work, the man don't pay ya.
There ain't no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down.
Well, if you ride you pay the fare... with Satan on your back.
And he don't care where you come from or where you goin'.\
And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home.
All behind.
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