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The Rolling Stones lyrics
Album: Sticky Fingers [1971]
| Brown Sugar | |
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- Jagger/Richard
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in
New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women,
just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like
a young girl should
Drums beating cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop House boy knows that
he's doing alright
You should a heard him just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like
a young girl should
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like
a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no school boy but I
know what I like
You should have heard me just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like
a young girl should
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew
How come you... How come you taste so good? Is said yeah, yeah, yeah,
whew
Just like a black girl should
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew
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| Sway | |
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- Jagger/Richard
Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway It's just that demon
life has got you in its sway
Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on
the burial ground Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon
life has got me in its sway
There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out
One day I woke up to find
Right in the bed next to mine
Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon
life has got me in its sway
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| Wild Horses | |
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- Jagger/Richard
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know
who I am,
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild Horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
Couldn't drag me away...
I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain Now you decided to show me
the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines,
Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild Horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
Couldn't drag me away...
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie,
I have my freedom but I don't have much time Faith has been broken
tears must be cried, Let's do some living after we die
Wild Horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
We'll ride them someday
Wild Horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
We'll ride them someday
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| Can't You Hear Me Knockin' | |
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- Jagger/Richard
Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got fancy boots
Y'all got cocaine eyes
Yeah, you got speed freak jive
Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin'
on your door
Can't you hear me knockin' down the dirty street
Hey, help me baby, I ain't no stranger Help me baby, I ain't no
stranger
Help me baby, I ain't no stranger
Can't you hear me knockin' when you're safe asleep Can't you hear me
knockin' down the gas light street Can't you hear me knockin' throw me
down the keys
Allright now
Hear me ringing big bells toll
Hear me singing soft and low
I've been begging on my knees
I've been kickin'
Help me please
Hear me prowlin
I'm gonna take you down
Hear me growlin', yeah
I've got flatted feet
Now, now, now hear me howlin'
I'm all around your street now
hear me knockin' I'm around your town
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| You Gotta Move | |
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- Fred McDowell
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, child
You gotta move
Oh, when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You se that woman,
who walks the street
You see that police,
upon his beat
But then the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
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| Bitch | |
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- Jagger/Richard
I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnights sleep
I'm feeling so tired, Ow!, so distracted Ain't touched a thing all
week
I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink all
night
Feeling hungry, can't see the reason Just had a horse meat pie
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart starts beating like a big bass drum, alright
Yeah you got to mix it child
Ya got to fix it must be love
It's a bitch
You got to mix it child
Ya got to fix it must be love
It's a bitch allright
Sometimes I'm sexy, move lik a stud
Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on Don't have no bark or bite
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart starts beating like a big bass drum
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| I Got The Blues | |
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- Jagger/Richard
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down and blue, Yeah
As I sit by the fire
of your warm desire
I've got the blues for you, Yeah
Every night you've been away
I've sat down and I have prayed
That you're safe in the arms of a guy Who will bring you alive
Won't drag you down with abuse
In the silk sheet of time
I will find peace of mind
Love is a bed full of blues
And I've got the blues for you
And I've got the blues for you
And I've got burned up for you
And I'll tear my hair out
I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you If you don't believe what I'm
saying
At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well, I'm singing my song for
you
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| Sister Morphine | |
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- Jagger/Richard/Marianne Faithfull
Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't
think I can wait that long
Oh you see that I'm not that strong
The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I
doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?
Oh, I can't crawl across the floor
Ah, Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score.
Well it just goes to show things are not what they seem Please, Sister
Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams. Oh can't you see I'm fading
fast?
And that this shot will be my last.
Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hands on my head Ah come on,
Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed 'Cause you know and I know
in the morning I'll be dead
You can sit around and you can watch all the clean white sheets
stained red.
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| Dead Flowers | |
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- Jagger/Richard
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking
to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Cause you know I
could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send
me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink cadillac Making bets
on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another
girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send
me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send
me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the US mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to
put roses on your grave
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| Moonlight Mile | |
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- Jagger/Richard
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold with a head full of snow
with a head full of snow
In the window there's a face you know Don't the night pass slow
Don't the night pass slow
The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad mad
day on the road
I am just living to be lying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones,
gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow,
let the air waves flow
For I'm sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day
on the road
My dreams are fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight
mile down the road
I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
There I go now coming home now baby
Yeah, there I go now coming home now baby Yeah, I'm coming home 'cause
I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road on down the road,
down the road
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