Faces Album

(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

Miss Judy, she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam
I was just eighteen, crude and mean
All I needed was to get my own way.

Miss Judy, she could have me any hour of the working day
She'd send me in the corn field, mid-afternoon
Said "Son, its all part of your job"
Miss Judy had a p'roxide poodle
That I would kick if I was given the chance
Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used
I was whipped in the barn until dawn

Last summer we was restless,
Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm
But it was all in the head 'cause out in the yard
Miss Judy had the National Guard

We was beat before we started.

Miss Judy she was moody
But she always didn't get her own way
Stage a fight, get it right
Kick her when she's down

(Ian McLagan, Ronnie Lane)

My mum she likes you, she thinks your swell ,
Got the makin's of a dance hall girl.
Your low-cut frock and your bird's nest hair,
Stiletto heels and the way that you swear.
She says to take you back to see my folks again on Sunday

Why, it looks as though theres nobody in,
They've all gone out to see my Auntie Renee.
Don't you worry, you just come right in,
I'm sure we'll pass the time til they come home.
Well, let me take your coat, kick off your shoes,
Warm your toes, try the sofa.

Its getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
It's only eight?
Well, I'm not takin' any chances.
Whats that noise? Why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess.
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain.
Oh, your so rude.

(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

It's hard to believe that this is the place
Where we were so happy all our lives.
Now so empty inside and feelin' no pain.
Waitin' for a hammer and a big ball and chain.

They can tear it all down and build something new,
Then only I'll remember what was here.
Tomorrow comes easy, just another day gone
How hong will I have to keep returning?

Now I look back, think I've known all the time,
I've been fightin' myself for so long.
All the vows that we made, gone for old rags and lumber
Disappear on a cart down the road

well, well hello
and how are you
fancy seeing you here
don't let it show

no look, no one must know
why they're playing "Tracks Of My Tears"
just pretend its all over
like you have for so long
I thought time was a healer
but I guess I was wrong
I held you to blame
but we were so young
oh how was I to know, hey

but you said you still want me
oh you opened up an old wound
then you left me here bleeding
and my minds black and blue
now you got yours
and I got mine
and there's no debts owed you

oh what can we do

In the mornin' don't say you love me,
'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor.

Won't need to much pursuadin'
I don't mean to sound degradin',
But with a face like that you got nothin' to laugh about.
Red lips, hair and fingernails,
I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
Lets go up stairs and read my Tarot cards

Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me

So, in the mornin', please don't say you love me
'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne,
Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up

Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd gonna stay with me
Sit down, get up, get out.

(Ronnie Lane)

I left you on the Debris
At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends.
You was looking for a bargain

I heard your footsteps at the front door,
And that old familiar love song,
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs.

I went there and back
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself.

Theres more trouble at the depot,
With the general workers union
And you said, "They'll never change a thing.
Well, they won't fight and their not working."

Oh you was my hero
How you are my good friend
I've been there and back
And I know how far it is

But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money.
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around.

(Chuck Berry)

Long distance information give me Memphis Tennesee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall.

Help me information get in touch with my Marie;
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis, Tennesee.
Her house is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just about a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge.

Last time I saw Marie, she was waving me goodbye
With hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickeled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information, please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennesee

(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

Too bad we were thrown downstairs;
We never got a chance to sing.
We were quite polite with one invite
To keep us off the streeet.
We mingled for a minute or two
With the high class clientele.
Then somebody said "who invited them,
that crowd of refugees. Get out!"

What an insult, to be shown the door
Before we could shake a leg.
I was most intrigued by the colored queen
leaning on the kitchen door.
Then I was ushered with my friends
by the butler who was twelve feet tall.
Well let me please explain
'Cause we're not to blame
We just don't have the right accent. No, no

All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh, you know its a shame I was always getting the blame
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh, you know its a shame how we always get the blame

Sweaty girls and damp motels
is where I'm gonna stay.
'Cause now I see what it's all about,
I didn't at the old school tie.
Don't worry, we had no fun waiting
for the all night bus home.
Too bad my regional tongue
Gave us away again.

(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)

Sit right down if you can spare me a minute.
I got a tale that's bound to break your heart.
Concerns my brother who's thin and plays violin.
Got it in his head that an IQ was all you need

He went his way, I couldn't discover mine.
I didn't worry if I ever saw him again.
He's made a profit while I don't even own a pocket
and the last I heard he was sitting at the top of the tree.

Late last night reading my Underground Press
Came a knock on the door, thought it was the third world war.
Lord above, I did not recognize him.
I said, "Have a cup of coke, Kid, maybe that's all you need."

He said, "The smell of the city, Kid, it's trying to kill me.
My eyes are getting muddy, Christ, I'm aging fast.
With my kind of music, I knew it wasn't gonna to be simple,
But have a quick listen, Kid, maybe that's all you need."

Don't stop, you make me feel much better
Tell me my brother do you think that's all I need?
Don't it make you happy, well, well, well, well, well
That's all you need (5 times)