Music World
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
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



Music World  →  Lyrics  →  T  →  The Rolling Stones  →  Albums  →  Rewind (1971

The Rolling Stones Album


Rewind (1971 (07/02/1984)
07/02/1984
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
. . .



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

. . .



Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wond'rin where it's gonna stop.
House boy knows that he's doin' alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.

Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.

. . .



Hear the screams of Center 42 
Loud enough to bust your brains out 
The opposition's tongue is cut in two 
Keep off the street 'cause you're in danger 

One hundred thousand disparus 
Lost in the jails in South America 
Cuddle up baby 
Cuddle up tight 
Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

The sex police are out there on the streets 
Make sure the pass laws are not broken 
The race militia has got itchy fingers 
All the way from New York back to Africa 

Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Cuddle up baby 
Sleep with all out of sight 
Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Undercover 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

All the young men they've been rounded up 
And sent to camps back in the jungle 
And people whisper people double-talk 
And once proud fathers act so humble 
All the young girls they have got the blues 
They're heading on back to Center 42 

Keep it undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Keep it undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

Down in the bars the girls are painted blue 
Done up in lace, done up in rubber 
The John's are jerky little G.I. Joe's 
On R&R from Cuba and Russia 
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide 
All these things I can't keep inside 

Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

Undercover of the night 
Undercover of the night 

Undercover 
Undercover 
Undercover of the night

. . .



If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can't compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
Don't make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She's a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man cum
You, you make a dead man cum

. . .



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)

. . .


In the sweet old country where I come from
Nobody ever works
Nothing ever gets done
We hang fire
We hang fire

You know marrying money is a full time job
I don't need the aggravation
I'm a lazy slob
We hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire, hang
Put it on the wire, baby
hang fire, hang fire
Put it on the wire baby

We got nothing to eat
We go nowhere to work
Nothing to drink
We just lost our shirt
I'm on the dole
We ain't for hire
Say what the hell, say what the hell!
Hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire
Put it on the wire baby
Hang fire, hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire
Put it on the wire baby

Yeah, take a thousand dollars
Go and have some fun
Put it all on at a hundred to one
Hang fire
We hang fire
Put it on the wire baby

. . .



Is there nothing I can say 
Nothing I can do 
To change your mind 
I'm so in love with you 
You're too deep in 
You can't get out 
You're just a poor girl in a rich man's house 
Yeah, baby, I'm crying over you 

Don't you know promises were never made to keep? 
Just like the night, dissolve in sleep 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

Yeah, the other night, crying 
Crying baby, yeah I'm crying 
Yeah I'm like a child baby 
I'm like a child baby 
Child yeah, I'm like a child, like a child 
Like a child 

You think you're one of a special breed 
You think that you're his pet Pekinese 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

I was dreaming last night 
Last night I was dreaming 
How you'd be mine, but I was crying 
Like a child, yeah, I was crying 
Crying like a child 
You will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine 
You could be mine, could be mine 
Be mine, all mine 

I come to you, so silent in the night 
So stealthy, so animal quiet 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

Yeah, you should be mine, mine, whew 
Yes, you could be mine 
Tonight and every night 
I will be your knight in shining armour 
Coming to your emotional rescue 
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine 
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine 
I will be your knight in shining armour 
Riding across the desert with a fine Arab charger

. . .



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

. . .



When I come home baby 
And I've been working all night long 
I put my daughter on my knee, and she say 
"Daddy what's wrong?" 
I put my head on her shoulder 
She whispers in my ear so sweet 
You know what she says? 
"Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
And it makes me wonder why." 

You know, I got a woman 
And she lives in the poor part of town 
and I go see her sometimes 
And we make love, so fine 
I put my head on her shoulder 
She says, "Tell me all your troubles." 
You know what she says? She says 
"Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
and it makes me wonder why." 

Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Oh, I love you so much baby 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry, yeah 
She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
And it makes me wonder why." 

She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 
Daddy you're a fool to cry 

Even my friends say to me sometimes 
And make out like I don't understand them 
You know what they say 
They say, "Daddy you're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
You're a fool to cry 
And it makes me wonder why." 

I'm a fool baby 
I'm a fool baby 
I'm a certified fool, now 
I want to tell ya 
Gotta tell ya, baby 
I'm a fool baby 
I'm a fool baby 
Certified fool for ya, mama, come on 
I'm a fool 
I'm a fool 
I'm a fool

. . .


Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls go passing by
The tales they tell of men
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend

A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend

Don't need a whore
I don't need no booze
Don't need a virgin priest
But I need someone I can cry to
I need someone to protect
Making love and breaking hearts
It is a game for youth
But I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend

. . .



Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried

. . .



If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange?
If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it
I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely?
If I could stick a knife in my heart
Suicide right on stage
Would it be enough for your teenage lust
Would it help to ease the pain? Ease your brain?
If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood on the page
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I said I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it
I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely?
And do ya think that you're the only girl around?
I bet you think that you're the only woman in town
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it. I like it... 

. . .


Rolling Stones -

The police in New York City
They chased a boy right through the park
And in a case of mistaken identity
The put a bullet through his heart
Heart breakers with your forty four
I wanna tear your world apart
You heart breaker with your forty four
I wanna tear your world a part
Rolling Stones - Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)


A ten year old girl on a street corner
Sticking needles in her arm
She died in the dirt of an alleyway
Her mother said she had no chance, no chance!
Heart breaker, heart breaker
She stuck the pins right in her heart
Heart breaker, pain maker
Stole the love right out of you heart
Heart breaker, heart breaker
You stole the love right out of my heart
Heart breaker, heart breaker
I wanna tear your world apart
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo...


. . .


See also:

blog comments powered by Disqus



© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.