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BABY LET YOUR HAIR HANG DOWN
Xmas time in New York City They were cold and bitter days. Steam cloudsthat rose up from the subway were just as quickly torn away.
We flagged a Yellow Taxi In a bid to beat the cold. Cuddling in the back seat as we made our way back home where we could be alone
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Made our way down south to Memphis the skies a dull and steely grey. Had a feeling so portentous… Then it snowed all night and day.
We heard that low down mournful moaning of a lost and distant train. That soulful whistle calling you better get on your way but we were there to stay
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And babe you let your hair hang down falling softly over me. When you let your hair hang down love comes oh, so easily.
And babe you let your hair hang down falling softly over me. When you let your hair hang down, love comes oh so easily Baby you let your hair hang down, falling softly over me.
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Rainbomb
Take heed, the rain bomb’s coming. Those clouds will break right open.
You’ll see the rivers rising. Can’t run, and there’s no hiding.
You’ll see the night come midday. But no stars for guiding your way. Beware the rain bomb coming
Look out, there’s raintrain a-howling You hear the wind come a-prowling
No food, no light, no shelter. No prayer to god will help ya.
This rain wont show no mercy, It just brings sorrow and pain.
Look out, the rain train’s coming
Take heed, the rain bomb’s coming. Those clouds will burst wide open
This rain is unrelenting. Best now you be repenting.
You’ll hear the thunder rolling. Lightning will blast your soul and…
Take heed the rain bomb coming
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Baby, baby, I just can’t do this anymore. Baby, baby, I’ve been down time and time before.
You’ve got that sweet love that drives a man. I’d best be leaving while I can. I hear the highway calling my name, I’ll hitch a ride, hop a bus, catch a train, But I’ve got to go.
Baby, baby, why do you keep me hanging round? Baby, baby, you only want me when I’m going down.
You’ve got that sweet love that drives a man. I’d best be leaving while I can. I hear the highway calling my name, I’ll hitch a ride, hop a bus, catch a train, But I’ve got to go.
Baby, baby, I just can’t do this anymore. Baby, baby, I’ve been down time and time before.
You’ve got that sweet love that drives a man. I’d best be leaving while I can. I hear the highway calling my name, I’ll hitch a ride, hop a bus, catch a train, But I’ve got to go.
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Only the good die young,
that's what they tell you, i, Only the good die young.
Only the good die young,
that's what they told me Only the good die young
. Live fast then crash, the rest will just carry on. Life is what you make it. Only the good die young.
Only the quick and dead
that what they told me Only the quick and dead.
Only the quick and dead
that's what they told you Only the quick and dead. Shoot first, a short burst. Just as the good lord said. Life is all you take. Only the quick and the dead.
If only the fit survive
like they tell you. Only the fit survive.
If only the fit survives,
like they tell you Only the fit survive. Consume and bloom, let the rest of us all just die Life is what you fake I only the fit to survive.
Only the good die young,
That's what they me Only the good die young.
Only the good die young,
is what they told me. Only the good die young. Live fast then crash, the rest will just carry on. Life is what you make it. Only the good die young.
Life is what you take. Only the good die young.
Life is what you fake. Only the good die young
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Well you think I’d know better After all that I’ve seen, after all I have been. But I can’t forget her… The one I can’t touch, I can’t feel, but I dream.
So much emotion What in the world has come over me? I need to be closer… So close I can’t breathe I believe she was for me…
But I feel such devotion Surely the end of me. I’m wearing my heart out. It’s right there on my sleeve Anyone can see…
Her love was like murder, Strike in the night, bite like a knife. I’ve been cut and no wonder That I now bleed I believed she was for me but…
Lately, I’m going out of my mind. Needing her so hurt more than you’d know.
I should have seen I should have known. That she would leave, That she would go! Oh no, no… Baby, baby ah nah, nah, nah…
Solo – half verse
Lately, I’m going out of my mind. Wanting her so, hurt more than you’d know.
I should have seen I should have known. That she would leave that she would go! Oh no, no. Should have seen it coming …Seen it coming for me, baby…
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All original tunes were written by Steve Lucas. This is a collection of new tunes as a follow-up to his last album, CROSS THAT LINE.
Blues roots music with stylings of country soul, R&B, and big band swing
released October 27, 2023
Steve Lucas - guitars and vocals
Peter Mavric - double bass
Peter Robertson - drums
Bruce Haymes - piano and Hammond
Dave Hogan - harmonica
Ed Bates - Pedal steal
Cristian Foyle - sax
Travis Woods - trumpet
Jon Hunt - sax
Nick Piestch - trombone
Horns arranged by Nick Piestch
Engineered and produced by Myles Mumford.
Recorded at the Rolling Stock recording rooms
Mastered by Gil Mathews
PerfectPitch Publishing