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Steve Miller Band lyrics
Album: Number 5 [1970]
| Good Morning | |
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(Bobby Winkleman)
When all the faces are filled with joy
Life's a holiday, whoa yeah
Now I'm feeling more and more this way
As morning leads the day I say oh boy
Now the darkest night has run to hiding shadows
Sunbeams come a dancing in the aisle
Here comes her majesty and royal sunshine
Arising in the wind of heaven's child
Good morning to you
Good morning to you
Good morning to you
Good morning to you
Here we are in our places
With bright, shining faces
And in our eyes is the new day
Good morning
Good, good, good, good morning
Good, good, good, good morning
Good, good, good, good morning
Yeah
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| I Love You | |
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(Steve Miller)
I want you
I need you
Cause I love you
I, I, I, I love you
Where shall we go
What shall we do
Cause I love you
I, I, I, I love you
Do do do do do do.....
I love you
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| Going to the Country | |
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(Steve Miller and Ben Sidran)
Gonna leave the city put my troubles behind
People in the city goin' out of their minds
Goin' to the country just to feel like gold
People in the country really let themselves go
Hey, ho, one thing I know
People in the country got one thing for sure
Hey, ho, one thing I know
Every mother's child really lets himself go
Goin' to the country and leavin' right away
No time to talk I got to make a getaway
Gonna leave the city it's a crime and a shame
People in the city are goin' insane
Hey, ho, one thing I know
Every mother's child really lets himself go
Hey, ho, one thing I know
People in the country really let themselves go
Joining hands
Making plans
Come on down
Look around
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| Tokin's | |
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(Tim Davis)
Sittin' gettin' higher in the back of a limousine
While people all around me
They are finding it harder to dream
Impossible people seen only in nightmares
Are beginning to make it real
And disorder keeps fadin'
The times they are changin'
Well, I wish I was behind the wheel
So I could live it just a little bit longer
Do my best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
We've got to live it just a little bit longer
Do our best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
Well, time and time and time again
I've been stuck out in the rain
But life has been so doggone sweet
There's no reason to complain
But the time has come for all to be one
Yes, we can talk about it now
And from the middle of the mess
Here comes one more guess
And I know it's gonna work somehow
If we can live it just a little bit longer
Do our best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
We've got to live it just a little bit longer
Do our best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
Cause we've gotta live it just a little bit longer
Do our best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
We've got to live it just a little bit longer
Do our best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
Now who would ever believe it could happen
Right here in my hometown
Especially when it's so far north
Of the Mason-Dixon line
But some of the people they just won't forget
While others slip into regret
And if things keep goin' the way they're goin'
I just might get killed yet
But I wanna live it just a little bit longer
Do my best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
We've got to live it just a little bit longer
Do our best to make our love stronger
In a while I know it's gonna change
And in a while I know it's gonna change
And in a while I know it's gonna change
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| Going to Mexico | |
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(Steve Miller and Boz Scaggs)
Pack my bags
Don't be too slow
I should have quit you baby
A long time ago
Left you flat
And split for Mexico
Don't try to stop me
Child, you're talkin' too fast
You and your friends babe
You are a thing in my past
You're much too slow
I'm goin' to Mexico
I've got four or five hundred miles to go
Down that southbound highway
'53 Studebaker goin' for broke
I'm pushin' it night and day
I've had enough of your lies
To last a long, long time
You and your mother, babe
You're like a nursery rhyme
You're much too slow
I'm goin' to Mexico
Yeah, come on baby
Yeah
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| Steve Miller's Midnight Tango | |
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(Ben Sidran)
You have a cup of coffee and another cigarette
You're waiting for your baby but she hasn't shown yet
And if she doesn't make it, well you've got no regrets
Because you can't win or lose if you ain't made no bets
And then she comes in walkin' lookin' fine as you please
You wanna stop and drop right down on your knees
And say baby
Whoa
You say you never worry cause you don't need a home
Don't need an address, don't need a phone
And you don't have to worry 'bout bein' alone
Cause you can make your music on a ten cent comb
And then she comes in walkin' lookin' fine as you please
You wanna stop and drop right down on you knees
And say baby
Whoa
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| Industrial Military Complex Hex | |
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(Steve Miller)
Feel like I'm livin' under some kind of hex
Livin' in here in this industrial military complex
Doesn't really help when I read Time magazine
Cause they only distort the scene
The sky is so hazy I can't even see the sun
Livin' here is like livin' under a gun
I really do wonder 'bout the United Nations
Why don't they face the situations
I'm a troubadour
Lookin' for a dream
I'm a troubadour
Lookin' for some dream
Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these dues
From Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad news
Tired of the war and those industrial fools
Got to make it better cause I've got nothin' to lose
Ain't too clear to pay my income taxes
'Specially when I know it goes to kill the masses
Love to hear the President make it perfectly clear
How the donkeys and the elephants are police up here
I'm a troubadour
Lookin for a dream
I'm a troubadour
Lookin for some dream
Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these dues
From Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad news
Tired of the war and those industrial fools
I've got to make it better cause I've got nothin' lose
Won't somebody help me cause I've gotten in my shoes
Those industrial military complex blues
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| Jackson-Kent Blues | |
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Feel like I'm livin' under some kind of hexLivin' in here in this industrial military complexDoesn't really help when I read Time magazineCause they only distort the sceneThe sky is so hazy I can't even see the sunLivin' here is like livin' under a gunI really do wonder 'bout the United NationsWhy don't they face the situations
I'm a troubadourLookin' for a dreamI'm a troubadourLookin' for some dream
Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these duesFrom Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad newsTired of the war and those industrial foolsGot to make it better cause I've got nothin' to lose
Ain't too clear to pay my income taxes'Specially when I know it goes to kill the massesLove to hear the President make it perfectly clearHow the donkeys and the elephants are police up here
I'm a troubadourLookin for a dreamI'm a troubadourLookin for some dream
Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these duesFrom Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad newsTired of the war and those industrial foolsI've got to make it better cause I've got nothin' loseWon't somebody help me cause I've gotten in my shoesThose industrial military complex blues
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| Never Kill Another Man | |
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(Steve Miller)
When the wind blows you home
To the shores of home
Will you be one of those
Who killed another man
When the wind blows you home
To the shores of home
Will you be one
Who killed another man
Killed another man
Killed another man
Killed another man
If I can make it through this life
If I can make it through this life
If I can make it
If I can make it
I'll never kill another man
As my time rolls out
As my time rolls out
If I can make it
If I can make it
I'll never kill another man with these hands
Never kill another man
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