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It's automatic going from
First to eighth gear in rocket powered
Flights on hunks of space junk
I need to make a trip down here someday
We'll go all the way to the end of the solar system
Space Truckin' don't mean a thing if you got a mission
Now over on Planet Texas you can see the oil rigs from
Space when they're doing their thing
I need to make a trip down here someday
We'll go all the way, all the way past the goal line
You may ask me how it is
And I'll say I am feeling real fine
Alien spaceport's where you'll find the good stuff
You can get anything from Yavin to Bespin
I need to make a trip down here someday
We'll go all the way, all the way back to where we been
You may ask me how I've been
And I'll just throw you a line
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I'm gonna take their money
I'm gonna take their life
I'm goin' out west, to California's way
They won't catch us babe, if we leave today
I've got a saddle full of old
And a six-shooter on my hip
They'll never take me alive
And when I shoot I won't miss
Hear the buzzards cry
Sing on to the desert sky
Bodies all around me now
Hear the savages and their howl
They all surround me
Pistols drawn in hand
If it weren't for you woman
You know I would be a dead man
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Running after you
Chasing what is true
There's nothing like the night
To come and sacrifice
What is given away
One just cannot say
Why I'm gone tomorrow
And why I'm here today
Can't you see there's more to show
Than what we might already know
Can't you tell it ain't for good
Your mama didn't tell you
That we're all misunderstood
Forty-first and main
Put 'em all to shame
Always near and high
And out of sight
You turned me on
What else could go wrong
But it turns out
I'm not the one you want
Can't you see there's more to show
Than what we might already know
Can't you tell it ain't for good
Your mama didn't tell you
That we're all misunderstood
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Moja knows that I can't come and get you
Out of your hiding place
Moja knows that you shouldn't run around with
Your eyeballs outta your face
And even Moja knows that you don't know what you're doing
With that old guitar in your hand
Now come on back let me play you one to show you
Who is who and who is not you
You know back when I was in high school
The guy Moja told me something
He said you can't let a Goddamn soul catch you lacking
Or else you're better off with nothing
Don't let anyone tell you
What the hell kinda music to play
I think I've got something to tell you now son
So you better just back away
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Call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well, there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' from me
Oh, that's the way its supposed to be
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia, I don't know
Well, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ooh, Mr. Breeze
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When I get off of this mountain
You know where I wanna go?
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Good luck had just stung me
To the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win
And I bet on another to show
Odds were in my favor
I had 'em five to one
And that nag to win came around the track
Sure enough we had won
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face
Just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world
I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine
Dips her doughnut in my tea
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Now me and my mate were back at the shack
We had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings
But I love to hear him talk"
Now that just gave my heart a throb
To the bottom of my feet
And I swore and I took another pull
My Bessie can't be beat
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
There's a flood out in California
And up north it's freezing cold
And this living off the road
Is getting pretty old
So I guess I'll call up my big mama
Tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kinda tempted
To go and see my Bessie again
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
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My Babe - Live 10/29/22
03:26
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My babe don't stand no cheatin', my babe
Oh no she don't stand no cheatin', oh no
Oh no she don't stand no cheatin',
She don't stand no midnight dealin'
My babe, don't stand no cheatin', my babe
My baby don't stand no foolin', my babe
Oh no, she don't stand no foolin', woah no
Oh no, she don't stand no foolin',
When she's hot there ain't no coolin'
My babe, don't stand no foolin'
My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe
Oh no she don't stand no cheatin', oh no
Oh no she don't stand no cheatin',
My babe, don't stand no cheatin', my babe
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Said you wouldn't be home late tonight
I gave up waiting at seventeen past midnight
Now my only company's a half full glass of wine
Leave me no choice but to plot my revenge
You leave me no choice but to plot my revenge
Been so long, since I held your hand
You don't know how hard it can be
Thank God I've been blessed with a patient mind
'Cause what I want to happen won't happen in a very long time
Now my only company's a half full glass of wine
No choice but to plot my revenge
You leave me no choice but to plot my revenge
You leave me no choice but to plot my revenge
It's been so long, since I held your hand
You don't know how hard it can be
You don't know how hard it can be
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Train arrive 16 coaches long
Train arrive 16 coaches long
Well that long black train
Got my baby and gone
Train train rolling round the bend
Train train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again
Come down to the station
Meet my baby at the gate
Asked the station master
If the train's running late
He said "If you're a-waiting
on the 444
I hate to tell you son
That train don't stop here anymore"
Train train rolling down down the line
Train train rolling down the line
Well it took my baby
And left poor me behind
Heard that whistle blowing
It was the middle of the night
When I got down to the station
The train was pulling out of sight
Mystery train smoking down the track
Mystery train smoking down the track
Well I don't want no ride
Just bring my baby back
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How I love my baby
Damn I miss that lady
I've been bad lately
But I'm going crazy
I love that girl
Oh she's my world
I've been thinking 'bout that girl
I miss her so damn much
Got a nose like a bloodhound
She never knows when I feel down
But she never frowns
I know this how
Oh I'm gonna get that girl
Oh-ho can't let her go
I've been thinking 'bout that girl
I miss her so damn much
Now I have my baby
Oh but she's too crazy
Should've known that maybe
But I can't complain
I'll kiss that girl
And give her my world
I've been thinking 'bout that girl
I miss her so damn much
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Come wit' it now
Come wit' it now
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop the hits like De La O or get the fuck off the commode
Wit' the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
The triggers cold empty ya purse
Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin'
They don't gotta burn the books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells
Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade
Come wit' it now
Come wit' it now
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
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Well there's a riot goin' on
Down at the Garden today
Well the Knicks play tomorrow
But I'm playing there today
Yeah the boys were fighting
The girls were crying
There was a riot
Down at the Garden today
Well we played a hot show
But now we gotta go away
Well I'm sorry ladies
But we just cannot stay
Yeah there's too much fighting
There's too much crying
There was a riot
Down at the Garden today
Well we're on the road
Travelling all night and day
We've been everywhere
All across the USA
L.A. to Jackson
There's too much action
I'd rather be back
Down at the Garden today
Well I'm back on the bus
Back with the rest of the band
We got off for a stop
And I was approached by a government man
He said "Stop right there son"
"This here tour's done"
You'll never go back
Down to the Garden again
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The Kubes Fort Worth, Texas
The Kubes are an American psychedelic rock band formed in Fort Worth, Texas in 2018. The current and core lineup consists of Travis Flippo (Guitar/Vocals), Spencer Fortner (Bass/Vocals), Shyan Mahmoodi (Keyboards) and Landry "Noodles" Smith (Drums). Their main influences are King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Grateful Dead and Cream. ... more
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