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The Yardbirds Album


Live Yardbirds! Featuring Jimmy Page (1971)
1971
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White Summer
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Aboard a train
I met a dame
She was a hipster
Man a real gone dame
She wasn't pretty
For New York City
As we strut down on that ol' fairlane
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

I made a stop round Albuquerque
She must'a thought I was real gone jerk
Got off the train at El Paso
A' looking so good I couldn't let her go
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

. . .


(Led Zeppelin)

Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Lots of people talk and few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below, yeah

You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies
Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been
Gonna love you baby, here I come again

Every day I work so hard, bringin' home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been
Sweet little baby, I want you again

Ah ahh...
Oh yeah, alright
I don't want your lovin' this time yeah
Oh don't leave me so confused, ah
Ohh baby

Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Take it easy baby, let them say what they will
Tongue wag so much when I send you the bill?
Oh yeah, alright

Oh oh...

. . .


Aboard a train
I met a dame
She was a hipster
Man a real gone dame
She wasn't pretty
For New York City
As we strut down on that ol' fair lane
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

I made a stop round Albuquerque
She musta thought I was real gone jerk
Got off the train at El Paso
A' looking so good I couldn't let her go
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
The train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
I just couldn't let her go

. . .


Can you judge a man
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man
By the pattern on his tie?

Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I

Could you tell a wise man
By the way he speaks or spells?
Is this more important
Than the stories that he tells?
And call a man a fool
If for wealth he doesn't strive?

Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I

Can you condemn a man
If you're faith he doesn't hold?
Say the colour of his skin
Is the colour of his soul?
Could you say that men
For king and country all must die?

Well, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I

Sick at heart and lonely
Deep in dark despair
Thinking one thought only
Where is she tell me where
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea

And I know if she had me back again
Well I would never make her sad
I've gotta heart full of soul

She's been gone such a long time
Longer than I can bear
But if she says she wants me
Tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
She don't love me
Just give her my message
Tell her of my plea

. . .


(Led Zeppelin)

Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Lots of people talk and few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below, yeah

You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies
Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been
Gonna love you baby, here I come again

Every day I work so hard, bringin' home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been
Sweet little baby, I want you again

Ah ahh...
Oh yeah, alright
I don't want your lovin' this time yeah
Oh don't leave me so confused, ah
Ohh baby

Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Take it easy baby, let them say what they will
Tongue wag so much when I send you the bill?
Oh yeah, alright

Oh oh...

. . .


(Mort Shuman / Jerry Ragovoy)
Anderson Theatre version
And when they say that lovers feign,
Well, to me, you know, it don't matter no how,
All I gotta do is call your name,
Well then I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

And when I work hard each and every day,
When I come home my baby has a lot to say,
Most of what she tells me is that she's mine,
'Cos you know I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

You know I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

Deep, deep, deep in the heart of night,
Lay my head down and go to sleep,
I know everything's gonna be alright,
Because I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby,
You know I've got,
My baby.

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BBC version
And when they say that lovers feign,
Well, to them, you know, that may be true,
All I gotta do is call your name,
Well then I've got,
My baby.
Yes I have,
You know I've got,
My baby.

And when I work hard each and every day,
It don't matter not to me no more,
All I gotta do is just call your name,
Well then I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

You know I've got,
My baby.
Yes I have,
You know I've got,
My baby.

Deep, deep, deep in the heart of night,
I lay my head down and go to sleep,
I know everything's gonna be alright,
Because I've got,
My baby.
- Yes I have.
You know I've got,
My baby,
- Yes I have.
You know I've got,
My baby.

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Cumular Limit version
And when I work hard each and every day,
You know it's a worry to me no how,
All I gotta do is call your name,
And then I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

And when they say that lovers feign,
To them, you know, that may be true,
All I gotta do is call your name,
And then I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

You know I've got,
My baby.
You know I've got,
My baby.

Deep, deep, deep in the heart of night,
- Heart of night,
I lay my head down and go to sleep,
- Go to sleep,
I know everything's gonna be alright,
Because I've got,
My baby.
- Yes I have.
You know I've got,
My baby,
- Yes I have.
You know I've got,
My baby.

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age,
Laughing, joking, drinking, smoking,
Till I've spent my wage.
When I was young people spoke of immorality,
All the things they said were wrong,
Are what I want to be.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment 'bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I'll go and have some fun,
'Cos it's all for free.
I'm not searching for a reason to enjoy myself,
Seems it's better done,
Than argued with somebody else.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Over under sideways down...

. . .


(Chris Dreja / Keith Relf / Jim McCarty / Jimmy Page)
Ah, ah, ah, ah...
Well I've been running and a-hiding,
Trying to lose my mind.
Well I've been running and a-hiding,
Trying to lose my mind.
Ever since you told me,
That you weren't my kind.

Ah, ah, ah...
Drinking muddy water,
I don't know how long for.
I been drinking muddy water,
I don't know how long for.
Since I been running, babe,
I been treating you like a dog.

. . .


Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?

Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.

Chorus, Lead.

Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.

. . .

White Summer

[No lyrics]

. . .


(
Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Kept a lot of folks alive.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
)

All you pretty women,
Stand in line,
I can make love to you baby,
In an hour's time.
Now i'm a man
I spell M-A-N...man.

The line I shoot,
Will never miss,
Make love to you baby,
You can't resist.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

Goin back down,
To Kansas to,
Bring back a little girl,
Just like you.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

(
Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
You know baby,
We can have a lot of fun.
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
)

. . .


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