On That Note: Musical Compass
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the Boss hits from all directions in these.
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy
And my machine, she's a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and all day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight, baby, 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'
Sandy them Northern angels lost their desire for us
I spoke with them last night, they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Still when the weather gets hot they ride that crazy road down from heaven
on their Harleys every season they come and they go
Dressed like stars in all them cheap little seaside bars parked with their babies out on the Kokomo
And the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
Just goes to show baby
This boardwalk life is through
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy
And my machine, she's a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and all day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight, baby, 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'
Sandy them Northern angels lost their desire for us
I spoke with them last night, they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Still when the weather gets hot they ride that crazy road down from heaven
on their Harleys every season they come and they go
Dressed like stars in all them cheap little seaside bars parked with their babies out on the Kokomo
And the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
Just goes to show baby
This boardwalk life is through
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On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road ...
Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can ...
Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away ...
Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
Rememberin' what she said
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again ...
https://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+seger/turn+the+page_20021931.html
James Gang - Alexis
"Alexis, you always used to talk about
Leavin your hometown, headin on south"
"Alexis, you always used to talk about
Leavin your hometown, headin on south"
I'll play the radio on Southern stations
'Cause Southern belles are hell at night
'Cause Southern belles are hell at night
Southern Cross, the Big Nail
Southern women and berry wine
Well, I'm leaving the south pole far behind
Southern women and berry wine
Well, I'm leaving the south pole far behind
Has all four directions:
You can go west to Texas
Go east to Mississippi
You can run out of money
You can run out of pity
Throw open your purse until you're crying for mercy
Go to Alabama
Escape Louisiana
I'm digging like a miner North and South Carolina
And then if you continue you will end up in Virginia
You can go west to Texas
Go east to Mississippi
You can run out of money
You can run out of pity
Throw open your purse until you're crying for mercy
Go to Alabama
Escape Louisiana
I'm digging like a miner North and South Carolina
And then if you continue you will end up in Virginia
On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
moanin' out his one note song
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
moanin' out his one note song
Continuing with the Dire Straits theme already set in motion here....
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
