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Street Survivors (10/17/1977)
10/17/1977
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Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho
I'll find my limo driver
Mister, take us to the show
I done made some plans for later on tonight
I'll find a little queen
And I know I can treat her right.

(Chorus)
What's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Won't you do the same?.

Back at the hotel
Lord we got such a mess
It seems that one of the crew
Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes
Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar
What a shame
Won't you come upstairs girl
And have a drink of champagne

What's your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
For there ain't no shame.

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

9 o'clock the next day
And I'm ready to go
I got six hundred miles to ride
To do one more show, oh no
Can I get you a taxi home
It sure was grand
When I come back here next year
I wanna see you again

What was your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Well there ain't no shame
What was your name, little girl?
What's your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl?
Won't you do the same?

. . .


Whiskey bottles and brand new cars;
oak tree you're in my way.
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you.

CHORUS-
Ooh, ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you.

Yeah.
Angel of darkness is upon you.
Stuck a needle in your arm (you, fool, you)
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose,
one more drink, fool, would drown you. (hell, yeah)

CHORUS

Now they call you prince charming.
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes.
Say you'll be alright come tomorrow, but
tomorrow might not be here for you. (yeah, you)

CHORUS

Aw, you, fool, you.
You stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before.

One little problem that confronts you,
got a monkey on your back.
Just one more fix, Lord, might do the trick.
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks. (hell, yeah)

CHORUS 2x

Oh, you, fool, you
Don't stick those needles in your arm.
You're just a fool, just a fool, just a fool.


. . .


How can you stand there smiling
After all you've done
You know it seems to make you happy
When you've hurt someone
Twice before you fooled me
With your deceiving and lying
Come in and close the door
One more time, one more time

Yeah. you've been gone so long
No one knows where
And you said that you still love me
Then show me you care
Because you've got what it takes, sweet mama
To make a man feel fine
So I'll take the word of a liar
One more time, one more time

Girl, you've got me hungry
Losing my mind
I know I'm playing with fire
Getting burned every time
Yes, I'm a fool for you, baby
I can't deny
But I've got to have your sweet love
One more time, one more time

Girl, you've got me hungry
Losing my mind
I know I'm playing with fire
Getting burned every time
Yes, I'm a fool for you, mama
Well, I've got to have your sweet love
One more time, one more time

Yes, I'm her fool once more
I can read her brown eyes
When the rooster crows tomorrow
Well, it's her time to cry
I'm heading down that old road
She lost her free ride
So tonight, I'll take what I paid for
One more time, one more time, one more time!

. . .


Yes sir

Well the bigger the city, well the brighter the lights
The bigger the dog, well the harder the bite
I don't know where you been last night
But I think mama, you ain't doin' right

(Chorus)
Say I know a little
I know a little about it
I know a little
I know a little 'bout it
I know a little 'bout love
And baby I can guess the rest

Well now I don't read that daily news
'Cause it ain't hard to figure
Where people get the blues
They can't dig what they can't use
If they stick to themselves
They'd be much less abused

(Chorus)

Play me a little, oh yeah
Yeah

Well if you want me to be your only man
Said listen up mama, teach you all I can
Do right baby, by your man
Don't worry mama, teach you all I can

(Chorus)

Well I know a little 'bout love
Baby I want your best


. . .


Well I've heard lots of people say
They're gonna settle down
You don't see their faces
And they don't come around
Well I'm not that way
I got to move along

I like to drink and to dance all night
Comes to a fix not afraid to fight
You got that right
Said, you got that right
Sure got that right

Seems so long I been out on my own
Travel light and I'm always alone
Guess I was born with a travellin' bone
When my times up, I'll hold my own
You won't find me in an old folks home
You got that right
Well you got that right
Said, you got that right
Sure got that right
I tried everything in my life
Things I like I try 'em twice
You got that right
Sure got that right

Travellin' around the world, just singing my song
I got to go, Lord I can't stay long
Here comes that ol' travellin' jones once again
I like to drink and to dance all night
Comes to a fix not afraid to fight
You got that right
Said, you got that right
Well you got that right
Sure got that right

. . .


My daddy told me always be strong son
Don't you ever cry
You find the pretty girls and then you love them
Then you say goodbye
I never dreamed that you would leave me
But now you're gone
I never dreamed that I would miss you
Woman won't you come back home

I never dreamed that you could hurt me
And leave me blue
I've had a thousand, maybe more
But never one like you
I never dreamed I could feel so empty
But now I'm down
I never dreamed that I would beg you
Woman I need you now

It seems to me I took your love for granted
It feels to me that this time I was wrong, so wrong
Oh Lord now I feel so lonely
I say woman won't you come back home

I tried to do what my daddy taught me
But I think he knew
Someday that I would find one woman like you
I never dreamed that it could feel so good, Lord
That two could be one
I never knew about sweet love
So woman won't you come back home
Oh baby won't you come back home

. . .



Little bit of Bakersfield
I'm a honky tonk night time man
I can't stand no light
I'm a honky tonk night time man
I can't stand no light
I get my rest in the day time
Do my runnin' around at night
I had the blues this morning
Had the blues all day today
I had the blues this morning
Had the blues all day today
Well I wish a tornado
Come and blow my blues away, away
That's what I said, take 'em away
Sounds like Roy
Yeah
And then my heart starts beatin'
When that sun starts sinkin' low
Well my heart starts beatin'
When that sun starts sinkin' low
When the shadows fall
I know its time for me to go
Billy Powell on piano
Oh Barry, play me some dobro
I'm a honky tonk night time man
I can't stand no light
I'm a honky tonk night time man
I can't stand no light
I get my rest in the day time
I do my runnin' around, round at night
I get my rest in the day time
Gets that old love sweet stuff at night


. . .



Ain't no good life
Not the one that I lead
'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah
It only seems the more that I grieve
Well I look back on the good times
As some lost part of me
I wanna know, tell me why is it so
Well just because I don't pray
Lord, that don't mean I ain't forgiven
Just 'cause I'm alive
That don't mean I'm makin' a livin'
I'm gonna get myself together
I'm gonna try a dyin' attempt
Talkin' about the good times slippin' by
Yeah I tell ya
I don't even know where last month went
Well I can't make no money baby
Well 'cause my money's already spent
And I know where it went
I said it went on that damn rent
Well I don't mean change, baby
I mean foldin' money
Well I want lovin', said I don't need a buddy
I don't need nobody, now
Ain't exactly my idea
Its sort of old, borrowed and blue
Just tryin' to say
Don't try that straight life buddy
Oh you'll find it kind of hard on you
Women, don't try to cook nothin' up, ooh
Brother you know you'll only wind up in your own stew
Just don't let nobody tell you, oh what you oughta do


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