(ian hunter) I scream at you for sharing ‘n i curse you just for caring I hate the clothes you’re wearing, they’re so pretty ‘n i tell to not to see me ‘n i tell you not to feel me ‘n i make your life a drag, it’s such a pity ‘n i watch your […]
(mick ralphs) When i feel so down, like a worn out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before But it won’t be long you’ll be running through the door Lovin’ you is hard enough, lovin’ you is strange Burnin’ up my days […]
(ian hunter/overend watts/mick ralphs/verden allen/dale griffin) I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh i wish i’d never wanted then What i want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans And we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion For we felt too much inside […]
(ian hunter/mick ralphs) Eight-track machine playing ‘half moon bay’ Drivin’ in my volks down on hamstead way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate Hey mister bartender won’t you gimme some wine I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time He put five gallons […]
(ian hunter/mick ralphs) I’m a missing link, poolroom stink, i can’t talk (well that’s too bad) What’s going on, something’s wrong, i can’t work Can’t go to school, the teacher’s a fool, the preacher’s a jerk (well that’s such a drag) Got nothing to do, street-corner blues, and nowhere to walk Violence, violence It’s the […]
(ian hunter) I was a city child with a dead-end smile And a worm’s-eye point of view Oh i knew my way, i was a back-street stray And i had my eyes on you Now i got this friend and he’s a screwdriver-jiver You know, some kinda automobeat on the street And he has converted […]
(ian hunter/verden allen) God ain’t jive For i can see his love As it runs alive ‘n one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for shy love ‘n rejoice for the king ain’t lost his […]
(ian hunter) Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a new york city beat She came on flash – monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of manhattan to her home on the brooklyn heights Her dad’s a street punk and her mum’s a drunk, but we made out alright Far far […]
(ian hunter) Forgot my six-string razor – hit the sky Half way to memphis ‘fore i realised Well i rang the information – my axe was cold They said she rides the train to oreoles Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails […]
