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Bob Seger lyrics
Album: Live Bullet [1976]
| Nutbush City Limits | |
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There's a churchhouse, gin house, schoolhouse, outhouse
On the U.S. 19, hey the people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, ahh Nutbush
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
25 is the speed limit, motorcycles not allowed in it
Go to town on Saturday, go to church every Sunday
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale, can't find a female
Salt pork and molasses, all your gonna get if you end in jail
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
Work the fields every weekday, have a picnic every Labor Day
Go in town on Friday, be in church every Sunday
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limit
A little old town, down in Tennessee
Quiet community, a real quiet southern community
Not much ever happens in Nutbush, ahh no
You can hear the corn grow,
Got to watch out for the police
Drivin' through nutbush
Better watch out for the police
Better watch out for the police
Keep an eye out for the police
Nutbush city limit, Nutbush city limit
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| Travelin' Man | |
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Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Travelin' man, love when I can
Turn loose my hand 'cause I'm goin'
Travelin' man, catch if you can
But sooner than later I'm goin'
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they left on my soul
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul
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| Beautiful Loser | |
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He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man
He wants his home and security
He wants to live like a sailor at sea
Beautiful loser
Where you gonna fall?
When you realize, you just can't have it all
He's your oldest and your best friend
If you need him, he'll be there again
He's always willing to be second-best
A perfect lodger, a perfect guest
Beautiful loser
Read it on the wall
And realize
You just can't have it all
You just can't have it all
You just can't have it all
Ohh, ohh, can't have it all
You can try, you can try, but you can't have it all
oh yeah
He'll never make any enemies, enemies, no
He won't complain if he's caught in a freeze
He'll always ask, he'll always say please
Beautiful loser
Never take it all
'Cause it's easier
And faster when you fall
You just don't need it all
You just don't need it all
You just don't need it all
Just don't need it all
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| Jody Girl | |
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Jody Girl, Jody Girl, Spend your time today
Watchin' clocks, spin the hours away
Jody girl, you know the world
Goin' round all day
Thinkin' back
To the things you used to say
Didn't he put you on a pedastal
When first you met
Sure was some honeymoon
Ain't it hard to forget
Now whatever happened to that crazy boy
With the love light in his eye
Used to bring you flowers every day
Now you sit here
On a cloudy afternoon
Watchin' the soap opera on the tv
An your old man's workin'
And your kids are out playin'
And you ain't feelin' too free
You keep thinkin' back
Thinkin' back to high school
Those high school days
All the wild wild wild good times you had
All the boyfriends,
Boyfriends knockin' at your door
[repeat first verse]
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| I've Been Working | |
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I've been working
I've been working so hard
I've been working
I've been working so hard
I come home make love to you
Makin' love to you, now
I've been grinding
I've been grinding for so long
I've been grinding
Grinding for so long
I come home
I want you in my arms
I want you in my arms
I said woman woman woman woman woman
Woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
Hey
I get so lonely
Get so lonely
Out on the road
Gets so lonely
I've been grinding
I've been grinding for so long
13 years I've been working baby
Working for so long
When I get home
You best be in my arms
I want you in my arms
And I said woman woman woman woman woman
Woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
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| Turn the Page | |
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On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out it's one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through.
Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can't hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man
You always see my number, you don't dare make a stand.
Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away,
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away,
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed,
With the echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Ah here I go, playing star again.
There I go, there I go.
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| U.M.C. (Upper Middle Class) | |
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I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
I want an air conditioner
Cottage on the river
And all the money I can see
I wanna drive a Lincoln
Spend my evenings drinking
The very best burgandy
I want a yacht for sailing
Private eye for tailing
My wife if She's a bit too free
I've been told ever since a boy
that's what one aught to be
A part of the UMC
I want a pool to swim in
Fancy suits to dress in
Some stock in GM and GE
An office in the city
Secretary pretty
Who'll take dictation on my knee
I want a paid vacation
Don't want to have to ration
A thing with anyone but me
And if there's war or famine
Promise I'll examine
The details if they're on TV
I'll pretend to be liberal but I'll still support the GOP,
As part of the UMC
I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC
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| Bo Diddley | |
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Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard
Mama gonna buy you a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don't sing
She gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
Baby gonna take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
He gonna have to come an talk to me
Said hey Bo Diddley
Hey now Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley
I walked 47 miles of barbed wire
Use a cobra snake for a necktie
Got a brand new house on the roadside child
Made out of rattlesnake hide
Brand new chimney on top
Made out of human skulls
Come and take a little walk with me Arlene
Tell me who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Arlene took me by my hand
Said cool it Robert you know your my man
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Night was dark the sky was blue
Down the alley we was swingin' through
Lord I heard just what I seen
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
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| Ramblin' Gamblin' Man | |
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Yeah, I'm gonna tell my tale come on,
Come on, give a listen
Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside
Learned to spin fortune wheels, and throw dice
And I was just thirteen when I had to leave home
Knew I couldn't stick around, I had to roam
Ain't good looking, but you know I ain't shy
Ain't afraid to look it girl, hear me out
So if you need some lovin, and you need it right away
Take a little time out, and maybe I'll stay
But I got to ramble (ramblin' man)
Oh I got to gamble (gamblin' man)
Got to got to ramble (ramblin' man)
I was born a ramblin' gamblin' man
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah alright here we go now now
I'm out of money, cause you know I need some
I ain't around to love you now, and I gotta run
Gotta keep moving, never gonna slow down
You can have your funky world, see you 'round
(repeat chorus)
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| Heavy Music | |
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Ahh come on with me baby
We're gonna have a good time
Don't you ever listen to the radio
When the big bad beat comes on
I know you gotta dig it
I know you can't stop it
Cause the bottom comes on so strong
Talkin 'bout (heavy music),
Oh I got to have it yeah (heavy music),
I got to love it now
Deeper (heavy music)
Deeper (heavy music)
Baby don't you get a kick, from it yeah
Dig it (heavy music)
Dig it baby (heavy music)
Dancin to that heavy music (music) What I sing to the heavy music (music)
Yeah a little bit deeper now, alright
Don't you ever feel like goin' insane
When the drums begin to pound
Ain't there ever been a time in your life
You couldn't believe what the band is puttin' down, about
(repeat chorus)
Yeah, alright, goin' in, goin in now
Oh yeah I'm goin' in now
Come on come on with me baby
Come on come on with me baby
Come on come on with me
Goin' deeper
Deeper deeper oh oh oh
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| Katmandu | |
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I think I'm goin' to Katmandu,
That's really really where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do
Kkkkkk, Katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
I'm goin to Katmandu
I got no kick against the west coast,
Warner Brothers are such good hosts
I raise my whiskey glass, and give 'em a toast,
I'm sure they know it's true
I got no rap against the southern states
Every time I've been there it's been great
But now I'm leavin' and I can't be late
And to myself be true
That's where I'm goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do
I got no quarrel with the midwest
The folks out there have given me their best
I lived there all my life I've been their guest
I sure have loved it too
I'm tired of lookin' at the tv news
I'm tired of drivin' hard and payin' dues
I figure baby I've got nothing to lose
I'm tired of being blue
That's why I'm goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do
Kkkkkk, Katmandu
Take me baby cause I'm goin' with you
If I ever get out of here
I'm goin to Katmandu
I ain't got nothin' against the east coast
You want some people well they got the most
And New York City's like a friendly ghost
You seem to pass right through
I know I'm gonna miss the USA
I guess I'll miss it every single day
But no one loves me here anyway
I know my plane is due
The one that's goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do
Kkkkkk, Katmandu
Really really really I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
If I ever get out of here
If I ever get out of here
I'm goin to Katmandu
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh yeah
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
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| Get Out of Denver | |
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[Version 1]
I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin
My '60 Cadillac was rollin through Nebraska whinin
Doin a hundred twenty man the fields was bendin over
Hay down our motor mount and snowin, we was travelin further
All the pipes were blazin and the screamin wheels turnin, turnin
Had my girl beside me brother, brother she was burnin, burnin
Break A hooked up babtist preachin souther funky school teacher
She had a line on somethin heavy but we couldn't reach her
We told her that we needed something that would get us going
She pulled out all she had and layed it on the counter showin
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up
Asked how much she needed, man, we lit out in a pickup truck & GO
Get outta Denver better go, go
Get outta Denver better go-ooooh
Get outta Denver better go, go
Get outta Denver cause you like just like a commie and you might just be a member, better
Get outta Denver, better, get outta Denver
Well, red lights are flashin and the sirens were a screamin
We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin
Made it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour
Lord, it started drizzlin and it turned into a thunder shower
The rain kept drivin but the Caddy kept on burnin rubber
We kept on drivin til we ran into some fog cover
We couldn't see a thing somehow we just kept on goin
We kept on drivin all night long and then into the mornin
Fog had finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at
We're sailin in a column had a state policeman trooper's hat
Get outta Denver better go, go
Get outta Denver better go-ooooh
Get outta Denver better go, go
Get outta Denver cause you like just like a commie and you might just be a member, better
Get outta Denver, better, get outta Denver
Scat................... go, go
Scat................... go-ooooh
Scat................... go, go
Scat................... cause you like just like a commie and you might just be a member, better
Get outta Denver, better GO!
[Version 2]
I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shining
Our 60 Cadillac was roaring through Nebraska whining
Doing 120 man the fields was bending over
Heading up for the mountains knowing we was traveling further
All the fires were blazing and the spinning wheels were turning turning
Had my girlfriend beside me, brother, she was burning burning
I walked up back to speak to this southern funky school teacher
She had a lot of something heavy but we couldn't reach her
We told her that we needed something that would get us going
She pulled out all she had and laid it on the table showing
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up
The cops came busting in and then we lit out in a pickup truck
Go! Get out of Denver, baby, go, go
Get out of Denver, baby, go
Get out of Denver, baby, go, go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member
Better get out of Denver
Better get out of Denver
Well, all red lights were flashing and the sirens were screaming screaming
We had to pinch each other just to see if we were dreaming
Made it to lovely Pass in under less than half an hour
Lord, it started drizzling and it turned into a thundershower, oh!
The rain was driving but the Caddy kept on burning rubber
We kept on driving till we ran into some fog cover
We couldn't see a thing but somehow we just kept on going
We kept on driving all night long and then into the morning
Fog had finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at
We're staring at Colorado state policeman trooper cat
Go! Get out of Denver, baby, go, go
Get out of Denver, baby, go
Get out of Denver, baby, go, go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member
Better get out of Denver
Better get out of Denver
Go! Get out of Denver, baby, go, go
Get out of Denver, baby, go
Get out of Denver, baby, go, go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member
Better get out of Denver
Better get out of Denver
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| Let It Rock | |
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In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama
Workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new shoes
Tryin to find a lady, chase away my blues
Hot and wasted Lord sweatin' in the sun
'Cause I'm not a foreman 'till my work is all done
Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low
I'll be out there waitin' for the whistle to blow
Sittin' in the teepee smokin' out on the track
Rollin' them bones (meaning dice) till my foreman get back
Suddenly I hear the breakman up and shout
There's a non-stop train comin' two miles out
Everybody jumpin' and a scrambling around
Tryin to get the line an get the teepee down
Railroad owner's 'bout to go insane
Tryin' to get the workers out the way of the train
Here come the engineer honk his horn
He got a non-stop train, we got to let it roll on!
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