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I Put A Spell On You
02:06
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I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine
Stop the things that you do
Watch out!
I ain't lying, no!
I can't stand no runnin around
Oh, I can't stand no putting me down
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
Stop the things that you do
Watch out
Watch out
I ain't lying
Oh, honey
I love you
I love you
I love you
I don't care if you dont want me
Because I'm yours right now
I put a spell on you
Because youre mine
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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the lovely English feet trampled over us
And each and every night, when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra
Come, let me hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell
When you thought themwell and truly persecuted
Where were the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra
Come, tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
When you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra
The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last
When each shoneen will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need
Sure my kids will sing "Godspeed!"
With a bar or two of Stephen Behan's chorus
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra
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3. |
Americano
03:30
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Whoa, America
Americano
Whoa, America
Americano
Mis canciones
Son de la re-
Revolución
Mi corazón
Me duele
Por mi generación
If you love me
We can marry
On the west coast
On a Wednesday
En el verano
En agosto
I don't speak your
I don't speak your language
Oh, no
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
(I don't speak your)
Jesus Christo
Whoa, America
Americano
Whoa, America
Americano
I will fight for
I have fought for
How I love you
I have cried for
I will die for
How I care for you
In the mountains
Las campanas
Están sonando
Todos los chicos
(Chicas)
Y los chicos
Están besando
I don't speak your
I don't speak your language
Oh, no
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
Jesus Christo
I don't speak your
I don't speak your Americano
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
(I don't speak your)
Jesus Christo
Whoa, America
Americano
Whoa, America
Americano
Whoa, America
Americano
Whoa, America
Americano
Don't you try to catch me
Don't you try to catch me
No, no, no
I'm living on the edge of
Living on the edge of the law, law, law
Don't you try to catch me
Don't you try to catch me
No, no, no
Don't you try to catch me
I'm living on the edge of the law, law, law
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We passed along the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't then
He said he was my friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh, no
Not me
I never lost control
Your face
To face
With the man who sold the World
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched a foreign land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
We walked a million years
I must have died alone
A long long time ago
Who knows?
Not me
I never lost control
You're face
To face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows?
Not me
I never lost control
You're face
To face
With the man who sold the world
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5. |
Cocaine Blues
02:40
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Early one morning while making the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin'gand I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints taking those pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown.
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down."
Oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just read it to me
Shot her down because she made me so
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning about a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said "Come on, you dirty hack, into the district court."
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me!"
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
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6. |
She's Dead
02:23
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My girl walked down a lonely road
Machine guns in her hair
Her eyes a midnight blossom
Her gazew a midnight stare
But she raised her chin in pride, my son
My son she never did concede
But her body lost the battle, boy
In late 2003
Now she's dead
She's dead
The bitch is in the ground
And I am breathing once again
'Cause she's dead
Oh, she's dead
Thank you, Lord Almighty
'Cause that woman's mighty frightening
But she's dead
She's dead
Buy the boys a beer
Ding-dong, that wicked bitch is dead
Let me tell you about it
She made it hard to live without suffering
She made it hard to live without suffering
But she's dead
She's dead
Saw the fatted calf in half
Tonight we're breaking bread
Because she's dead
Well, she's dead
Raise a toast to Bacchus
Laugh about how she fucked us
'Cause she's dead
Hallelujah!
The sun is out and shining
Bright and warming my sweet head
She's dead
She makes it hard to live without suffering
She makes it hard to live without suffering
She makes it hard to live without suffering
She makes it hard to live without suffering
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