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John Hiatt
John Hiatt


Background information
Born August 20, 1952
Born place Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
Genre(s) Americana
Folk-Rock
Country
Blues
Heartland Rock
Years active 1972—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
Vanguard Records
MCA Records
Website Website



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John Hiatt Album


Hangin' Around The Observatory (1974)
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Baby, baby do you love me baby?
Are you thinkin' of me baby, baby?
Maybe baby, say you do!

Baby, will you be my honey baby?
I ain't got no money baby, baby.
Maybe baby, say you do!

I've been a-selling hot dogs.
I've been trying to get to you.
I've been bowlin' and a rollin'
But there ain't nothin' seems to do.

Baby, baby do you need me baby?
Got the heebee geebies baby, baby.
Maybe baby, say you do!

Baby, will you be my only baby?
I'm so tired and lonely baby, baby?
Maybe baby, say you do!

I've been a-standin' in line,
With catsup on my shirt.
I've been a-dancin' like a chicken
But there ain't nothin' seems to work.

Baby, baby do you love me baby?
Are you thinkin' of me baby, baby?
Maybe baby, say you do!

Maybe baby, say you do!

Well now, maybe baby, say you do!


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Stumblin' down the road I gets to thinkin' as I leave her,
I've left so many times before.
That old north wind's a-blowin' circles round my feet.
What is this sorrow ever for?

She was an angel who flies high in the heavens.
I was a pigeon on the church.
She breathed pure golden as she hid from the procession.
I tumbled from my lowly perch.

CHORUS:
I guess whistles in my ears.
'Cause I can't hear you when you're cryin'.
I don't long to be anywhere at all.
I don't care to live a lie.

There is a secret in the middle of the sea,
When you acquire a vicious thirst.
Then love will cool your brow and soothe the apparition
But is it just another curse?

Oh baby Jesus, mother Mary, God the father.
The big triangle needs repairs.
I know we learn within the vision of our spirit.
Do you prefer us cold and bare?

REPEAT CHORUS TWICE


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Get up; ya get down.
Get lost and then ya get found.
Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.

Ya get a laugh; ya get a cry .
Get 'em all before you die.
Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.

Come on sit down, get down.
Come-a-come-a sit down, get down.
Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.

All the ladies hypnotize you,
And all your friends, well they just patronize you.
Don't God look forgot,
Cause he just sittin' here.
I think it's God's sick plan but it's not so clear.

Lord you get the truth; you get lies.
Get 'em all before you die.
Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.

You get the light; you get the dark.
Fall in love and I break your heart.
Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.

Come on sit down, get down.
Come-a-come-a sit down, get down.
Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.

Now it might seem confusing.
With all you get, well look what all your loosing.
But it's just life and it just goes on.
So quit with your complaining soon enough you will be gone.

Lord, Lord, Lord

Sure as I'm sittin' here,
Sure as I'm sittin' here.


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Rose puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette.
Holds her tired face up to the mirror.
She sees a younger woman there she thought she would forget,
And it hurts her now that no one comes to see her.

She used to go to parties and a-dancing with her beau.
Beneath the southern moon they found their places.
But now she's tired all the time and she got no where to go,
And the memories keep showing up in faces.

So she finds her dressing table and she puts on all of her clothes,
And she cries when she's realized she's just an old Rose.

Rose walks to the kitchen then she fills her coffee cup.
And thinks of how the mornings used to greet her.
But now it's just another day and harder to get up,
And it breaks her heart to think that no one needs her.

And she wants to start all over but she ain't got far to go,
So she cries when she's realized she's just an old Rose.

Rose puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette.
Holds her tired face up to the mirror.
She sees a younger woman there she thought she would forget,
And it hurts her now that no one comes to see her.


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Hangin' around the observatory.
We were waitin' to see the moon.
Well we thought that we was all gypsies,
Come to escape these lousy ruins.

Well that telescope; that mighty eye.
It's bigger, Jack, that you or I.
Oh, it sees the stars, it sees the moon.
You might as well stay in the room.

Professor, Professor, I forgot how it looks.
Could I just take another peak?
Is there really a man who lives up there?
Is it all green cheese so to speak?

Well now listen boy. These are the facts.
The moon is white. The sky is black.
And you are a speck on this crummy Earth,
And a dollar and a half is all you're worth.

Why did I come here?

Let all the tender scientist,
Get lost in poetry.
And let all these moist romantic guys,
Turn back to history.

Hangin' around the observatory.
Waitin' to see the moon.
Well we thought that we was gypsies
Come to escape these lousy ruins.


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There's a wind inside my soul,
Burnin' secrets in the cold.
My spirit rages.

And the faces in my field,
Only flesh made out of him.
My body ages.

Houses made of stone and ice.
Chimneys smokey paradise.
If you gotta leave, you gotta leave alone.

CHORUS:
Oh Lord, there's a full moon, oh Lord, in my eyes.
There's a full moon; insane vision in disguise.
There's a full moon.
Oh Lord, there's a full moon out tonight.

Old men close their eyes and weep.
Young men pray that they're asleep,
Inside the madness.

Young girls dance between the sparks,
And old women die in parks,
From too much sadness.

And we dig a million holes.
And were goin' down for gold.
If you gotta leave, you gotta leave alone.

REPEAT CHORUS


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???
Little money,
Goin' down to Mexico.
Take up with some crazy Spanish Lady.
Listen to the old wind blow.
She got earrings,
And she dances.
I'm an old rusty razor blade

I'll take my chances.
I just ain't near as sharp,
As the day I was made.

CHORUS:
I said look out.
There goes another.
Well, they're gypsies.

I drink to ???

Just one more, man,
Then I'm goin' home.
No, pal,
We're just as crazy as the others.
One more well ??
Gypsy who lives alone.

CHORUS TWICE

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Spend my money but love me honey.
Break my heart but be my girl.
I just want you to be there when I come home.

Drive my new car; smoke my cigar.
Buy you diamonds and your pearls.
Ooh ooh treat me like a dog but throw a little meat on them bones.

CHORUS:
And it's all right.
Yes, it's all right.
It's all right with me.

REPEAT CHORUS

You can hurt me but don't desert me.
Leave me runnin' but stay all night.
I want you to know your love is what I need.

You can use me but don't refuse me.
Turn me back but do me right.
I just want you to know my love is guaranteed.

REPEAT CHORUS THREE TIMES


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Get your shoes on. Shoe them blues on.
Get that full moon out of your eyes.
You're the river. Girl you live here,
With the sun way up in the sky.

CHORUS:
When you're sad,
Let that sad come through.
Singing little blue song for you,
Little blue song for you.

Let your heart go. Let them winds blow.
There's so much you can learn.
When the change comes, darlin' it might hurt you some.
There's a time for things to turn.

REPEAT CHORUS

Listen to the Earth, she call your name.
Lady love the children all the same.
Feels so good to let it out.
You know what I talk about.
Let your mind get up and shout, Oh love.

REPEAT CHORUS


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I am the west wind.
I am the sea gull.
I dance on the waves,
As they break on the shore line.

The moon is my sorrow.
The moon is my lantern.
I search for you so long,
These dark lonely beaches.

Oh where can you be?
This restless sea,
These empty nights,
Have swallowed me.

Look for something
Softer illusions
Soothe these vicious schemes.
There is the old one,
The wise one, the gold one.

I am the hunger,
The ache of the fiction,
And nestles in bones,
That he left for the vultures.

Death is my secret,
A child my illusion,
And life is the suffering,
That brings men to (something?).

Oh, where can you be?
This raging age,
This rotting life,
Is misery.

Lost in your body,
Cave of you screeming,
Longing to be free.
Then you have broken,
The spine of your madness,
Come over here to me.


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