They got loose hereOh, whoa, whoaBig wheels keep on turnin’Carry me home to see my kinSingin’ songs about the SouthlandI miss Alabamy once again, and I think it’s a sin, I saidWell, I heard Mr. Young sing about herWell, I heard ol’ Neil put her downWell, I hope Neil Young will rememberA Southern man don’t […]
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We all came out to MontreuxOn the Lake Geneva shorelineTo make records with a mobileWe didn’t have much timeFrank Zappa and the MothersWere at the best place aroundBut some stupid with a flare gunBurned the place to the ground,Smoke on the waterA fire in the skySmoke on the waterBut burning downThey burned down the gambling
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On a dark desert highwayCool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitasRising up through the airUp ahead in the distanceI saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the nightThere she stood in the doorwayI heard the mission bellAnd I was thinkin’ to myself« This could be heaven
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