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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Blues
R&B
Years active 1962—present
Label(s) Decca Music Group
Virgin Records
Polydor
Interscope Records
London Records
Rolling Stones Records
ABKCO Records
Website Website
Members
Ronnie Wood
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
Charlie Watts
Former members
Brian Jones
Ian Stewart
Mick Taylor
Bill Wyman
Tony Chapman
Mick Avory
Dick Taylor



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The Rolling Stones Album


Rarities 1971-2003 (11/21/2005)
11/21/2005
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Wild Horses (Live Stripped Version)
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Miss You (Dance Version)
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Mixed Emotions (12" Version)
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(Jagger/Richards)

You're looking good baby
I love to see my baby smile
You're looking good baby
I love to see my baby smile
You say you love me now but
You've got another man on the side

You're always hungry
You always want to drink
I love you so much baby
But I begin to think
Come here baby
I can see the glint in your eye
You say you love me now but
You've got a fancyman on the side

I love to dance with my baby
I love to while away the time
I love to dance with my baby
I love to while away the time
You've got some new steps now
You've got a fancyman on the side

You're looking good baby
I love to see my honey smile
You're looking good baby
I love to see my baby smile
You say you love me now but
You've got a fancyman on the side

. . .



Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me 
And make me burn the candle right down, 
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown. 

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, 
Cheatin' like I don't know how, 
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', 
You know you know the duece is still wild. 

Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me 
And call me the tumblin' dice. 

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, 
Don't you see the time flashin' by. 
Honey, got no money, 
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. 
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider, 
You can be my partner in crime. 

But baby, I can't stay, 
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', 
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. 

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, 
Playin' the field ev'ry night. 

Baby, can't stay, 
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin')
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)

. . .



Childhood living is easy to do 
The things you wanted I bought them for you 
Graceless lady you know who I am 
You know I can't let you slide through my hands 

Wild horses couldn't drag me away 
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away 

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain 
Now you decided to show me the same 
No sweeping exits or offstage lines 
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind 

Wild horses couldn't drag me away 
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away 

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie 
I have my freedom but I don't have much time 
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried 
Let's do some living after we die 

Wild horses couldn't drag me away 
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day 

Wild horses couldn't drag me away 
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

. . .



I'll never be your beast of burden 
My back is broad but it's a hurting 
All I want is for you to make love to me 
I'll never be your beast of burden 
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting 
All I want is for you to make love to me 

Am I hard enough 
Am I rough enough 
Am I rich enough 
I'm not too blind to see 

I'll never be your beast of burden 
So let's go home and draw the curtains 
Music on the radio 
Come on baby make sweet love to me 

Am I hard enough 
Am I rough enough 
Am I rich enough 
I'm not too blind to see 

Oh little sister 
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl 
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl 
Pretty, pretty 
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl 
Come on baby please, please, please 

I'll tell ya 
You can put me out 
On the street 
Put me out 
With no shoes on my feet 
But, put me out, put me out 
Put me out of misery 

Yeah, all your sickness 
I can suck it up 
Throw it all at me 
I can shrug it off 
There's one thing baby 
That I don't understand 
You keep on telling me 
I ain't your kind of man 

Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby 
Ain't I tough enough 
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough 
Ooh! Ooh! Please 

I'll never be your beast of burden 
I'll never be your beast of burden 
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be 

I don't need no beast of burden 
I need no fussing 
I need no nursing 
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

. . .


Anyway you look at it
From any point of view
You must admit I'm lucky
To be in love with you

And people say I'm cynical
They never want the truth
But life will have more twists and turns
Then found in any book
Mmm, mmm, mmm

And I may travel far away
Across the seas of doom
To undiscovered countries
But I'll come back to you

Anyway you look at it
Any point of view
Ooh babe, babe
Anyway

Anyway you look at it
When the camera shoots
Seen from any angle
I'm still in love with you
Mmm, mmm, mmm

Anyway you look at it
Anyway you will
Like a beacon shining out
I'll be there for you
Mmm, mmm, mmm

. . .


I stand accused of talking
But I feel that we are falling
In the same old groove
The radio is playing
Spitting out the same old news
It's time to get up, get out
Get out into something new
Time to get up, get out
Out into something new
Everybody wants somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams
Everybody wants somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams
If I was a woman, I would want a new man every night
If I was a woman, I would want a new man every night
If I was a politician, make sure I was the best in sight
If I was a woman, I would want a new man every night
The poor man eyes the rich man
Denigrates his poverty
The rich man eyes the poor man
And envies his simplicity
Everybody wants somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams
If I was a movie star, five million dollars would be my price
If I was a trucker, I'd drive for seven days and seven lonely
nights
If I was a drummer, I would never miss the beat
If I was a dancer, y'all would never see my feet
If I was a hooker, a thousand dollars would be my price, all
right
If I was a candidate for President, I'd make sure I had a
steady wife
If I was a millionaire, I'd spend all my money in one crazy
night
I am what I am
(?) boss ??
I am what I am
My dreams can't be bought
Yeah, I said now here comes a dollar fifty(?)
Stranding in New York(?)
Yeah, I am what I am
(?)
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams
Everybody want somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams

. . .



I've been holding out so long 
I've been sleeping all alone 
Lord I miss you 
I've been hanging on the phone 
I've been sleeping all alone 
I want to kiss you 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh 

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep 
You've been starring in my dreams 
Lord I miss you 
I've been waiting in the hall 
Been waiting on your call 
When the phone rings 
It's just some friends of mine that say, 
"Hey, what's the matter man? 
We're gonna come around at twelve 
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you. 
We're gonna bring a case of wine 
Hey, let's go mess and fool around 
You know, like we used to" 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah 

Oh everybody waits so long 
Oh baby why you wait so long 
Won't you come on! Come on! 

I've been walking in Central Park 
Singing after dark 
People think I'm crazy 
I've been stumbling on my feet 
Shuffling through the street 
Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?" 

Sometimes I want to say to myself 
Sometimes I say 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
I won't miss you child 

I guess I'm lying to myself 
It's just you and no one else 
Lord I won't miss you child 
You've been blotting out my mind 
Fooling on my time 
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah 

Lord, I miss you child 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah 

Lord, I miss you child 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah 

Lord, I miss you child 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

. . .


And I wish I never met you
And I wish that I would cry
And my whole life I'd loved you baby
And I know deep down inside
That I wish that I would die
And I wish our love would die
And I wish that I could collect from you
For all your senseless crimes, yeah

And I wish that I forgot her
And I'll buy another drink
And all the love you've taken back
Was all that took me sane
And all the things you told me
And all there was to tell
And all that love you've taken back
Will all end up in hell, well

And I wish that day I met you
With a though with a doubt
And all my dreams were broken
And just lying on the ground
And I lost the day I met you
And I cursed your way of life
And all that times you broken me
I was all chocked up inside, well

And I wish the day I told you
Was all my love for sale
And I just can't trust you baby
Your just lying over here, yeah

And I wish I had a dollar
And I wish I had a dime
For all the lies you told me
And all your central crimes
And I just, just got to leave you
And lying in your dreams
Cause all those lies are broken
And all those special things, well...

Oh...

. . .


Rolling Stones - I just want to make love to you

don't want you be no slave
I don't want you work all day
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
I don't want you cook my bread
I don't want you make my bed
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
Well I can tell by the way that you twitch and walk
See by the way that you baby talk
Know by the way that you treat your man
I can love you, baby, till the night train
I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you leave the home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
Yeah
I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you leave the home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Sweet love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
I just wanna make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
I just, I just want ot make love to you, baby
I just want to make love


. . .



Button your lip baby 
Button your coat 
Let's go out dancing 
Go for the throat 
Let's bury the hatchet 
Wipe out the past 
Make love together 
Stay on the path 

You're not the only one 
With mixed emotions 
You're not the only ship 
Adrift on this ocean 

This coming and going 
Is driving me nuts 
This to-ing and fro-ing 
Is hurting my guts 
So get off the fence 
It's creasing your butt 
Life is a party 
Let's get out and strut 

You're not the only one 
That's feeling lonesome 
You're not the only one 
With mixed emotions 

You're not the only one 
You're not the only one 
You're not the only one 
You're not the only one 

Let's grab the world 
By the scruff of the neck 
And drink it down deeply 
Let's love it to death 
So button your lip 
And button your coat 
Let's go out dancing 
Let's rock 'n' roll 

You're not the only one 
With mixed emotions 
You're not the only ship 
Adrift on this ocean 
You're not the only one 
That's feeling lonesome 
You're not the only one 
With mixed emotions

. . .


Through the lonely nights I think of you
Through the lonely hours I dream of you
I don't no why I do it, but I do
Why do you take it, what's wrong with you?

Through the lonely weekends I'm far from you
Why you're coming on, like you're supposed to do, yes
Oh, but you know me so well,
And your time ain't so hard to sell.

Every time I see ya
Every time I see ya
Every time I see ya
Every time I see you

In your cherry dresses and your shiny shoes
In a doorway on some neon avenue
Making the lonely pay for me
Why don't we set each other free.

When did I mislead ya
When did I misread ya
When did I mistreat ya
When did I deceive ya

Oh, I'm stuck out want to cry, cry, cry
Sleep in the doorway, Lord, making a rendezvous
Lord, I'm stuck out baby, want to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry
Lord, babe, I li, li, li, li, li Lord...

. . .


I got nasty habits, I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
must be hung up for a week
My best friend he shoots water rats,
and feeds them to his geese
Doncha think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

Come now, honey,
we can build a place for three
Come on now honey,
don't ya wanna live with me?

There's a score of hair-brained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well, they cue up for the bathroom
'round about 7:35
Don't ya think we need a womans touch to make it come alive?

You'd look good pram pushing,
down the high street
Come on now honey,
doncha wanna live with me?

Oh, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
When she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes be crossed

Oh, don'cha think there's a place for us,
right across the street
Don't ya think there's a place for you,
in between the sheets?

. . .


(Chuck Berry)

In the heat of the day down in Mobile, Alabama
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer
Gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes
Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues
"She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun
Payday's coming and my work is all done

Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low
All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow
Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks
Rolling them bones until the foreman comes back
Pick up you belongings boys and scatter about
We've got an off-schedule train comin? two miles about

Everybody's scrambling, running around
Picking up their money, tearing the teepee down
Foreman wants to panic, ?bout to go insane
Trying to get the workers out the way of the train
Engineer blows the whistle loud and long
Can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on

. . .


R0olling Stones - Harlem Shuffle

Huhuuuhuhuhuhuuuuuuh, hu!
You move it to the left, yeah, and you go for yourself.
You move it to the right, yeah, if it takes all night.
Now take it kinda slow,
with a whole lot of soul.
Don't move it too fast.
Just make it last.
You scratch just like a monkey.
Yeah ya do, real cool.
You slide it to the limbo.
Yeah, how low can you go?
Now come on baby, come on baby!
Don't fall down on me now.
Just move it right here to the Harlem Shuffle.
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.
Meooow. Ooh haoooh!
Hitch me hitch hike baby, across the floor.
Whow, whow, whow, I can't stand it no more.
Now come on, baby [oh, come on baby!], now get into your slide.
Just ride, ride, ride little pony ride.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.
[Do the Monkey Shine]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shake your tail feather, baby.
[Shake shake, shake shake yeah!]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shake your tail feather, baby.
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.
Yeah, like your momma told you how.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, do the Harlem Shuffle.
Do it, do it do your own, own shine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem Shuffle.


. . .


Rolling Stones - Mannish Boy

Ooooooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby,
I had lot's of fun
I'm a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie coochie man

Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey,
come up two hours late
Wasn't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
Man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman,
she can't resist
I think I go down,
to old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second cousin,
that little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls,
sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman,
in five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y1
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
well, well, well, well
hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
well, well, well, well

Yeah

. . .


Rolling Stones - Thru and thru

You know that we do take away
We deliver too
Open 24 hours babe
Just waiting on a call from you
Waiting on a call from you
Well I'm in the yellow pages
You just take a look
Look me up under services
You know it's just an open book
Babe it's just an open book
It's just an open book
Well baby
Any minute, any hour
I'm waiting on a call from you
And you know this heart is constant
I'm your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
I only found out yesterday
I heard it on the news
What I heard really pissed me off
Cause now I got those fucking blues
I got those awesome blues
Babe I got those nothing blues
Any minute, any hour
I'm waiting on a call from you
And you know this heart is constant
I'm your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
You know that we do take-away
That we deliver, too
We're open 24 hours, baby
We're waiting on a call from you
But any minute, baby, any hour
I'm waiting on a call from you
You know that this heart is constant
I'm your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru



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