MORRISON HOTEL
 
ROADHOUSE BLUES
WAITING FOR THE SUN
YOU MAKE ME REAL
PEACE FROG
BLUE SUNDAY
SHIP OF FOOLS
LAND HO!
THE SPY
QUEEN OF THE HIGHWAY
INDIAN SUMMER
MAGGIE M'GILL

 


 

Roadhouse Blues

 

Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel

Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse

We're gonna have a real

Good time

 

Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows

Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows

And that's for the people

Who like to go down slow

 

Let it roll, baby, roll

Let it roll, baby, roll

Let it roll, baby, roll

Let it roll, all night long

 

Do it, honey, do it

 

You gotta roll, roll, roll

You gotta thrill my soul, all right

Roll, roll, roll, roll

Thrill my soul

You gotta beep a gunk a chucha

Honk konk konk

You gotta each you puna

Each ya bop a luba

Each yall bump a kechonk

Ease sum konk

Ya, ride

 

Ashen lady, Ashen lady

Give up your vows, give up your vows

Save our city, save our city

Right now

 

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer

Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer

The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

 

Let it roll, baby, roll

Let it roll, baby, roll

Let it roll, baby, roll

Let it roll, all night long

 

 

 

Waiting for the Sun

 

At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.

Standing there on Freedom's shore.

 

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun.

 

Can you feel it, Now that Spring has come?

That it's time to live In the scattered sun.

 

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun.

Waiting for the sun.

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

 

Waiting for you to

Come along.

 

Waiting for you to

Hear my song.

 

Waiting for you to

Come along.

 

Waiting for you to Tell me what went wrong.

 

This is the strangest Life I've ever known.

*scream*

 

Can you feel it, Now that Spring has come?

That it's time to live In the scattered sun.

 

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for

the sun

 

 

You Make Me Real

 

I really want you, really do.

Really need ya baby, God knows I do.

'Cause I'm not real enough without you;

Oh, what can I do? You make me real.

You make me feel like lovers feel.

You make me throw away mistaken misery.

Make me free, love, make me free.

I really want you, really do.

Really need ya baby, really do.

Well I'm not real enough without you;

Oh, what can I do? You make me real.

Only you have that appeal.

So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.

Make me free, love, make me free.

You make me real.

You make me feel like lovers feel.

You make me throw away mistaken misery.

Make me free, love, make me free.

Make me free.

You make me real

 

Peace Frog

 

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles

She came

There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee

She came

Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago

She came

Blood on the rise, it's following me

Think about the break of day

 

She came and then she drove away

Sunlight in her hair

 

She came

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came

Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came

Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city

She came

The women are crying rivers of weepin'

 

She came into town and then she drove away

Sunlight in her hair

 

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

 

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

 

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born in the birth of a nation

Blood is the rose of mysterious union

 

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles

Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee

Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago

Blood on the rise, it's following me

 

 

BLUE SUNDAY

 

I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday.

She looked at me and told me I was the only One in the world.

Now I have found my girl.

My girl awaits for me in tender time.

My girl is mine, She is the world,

She is my girl. La, la, la, la.

My girl awaits for me in tender time.

My girl is mine, She is the world,She is my girl.

 

 

SHIP OF FOOLS

 

The human race was dyin' out.

Noone left to scream and shout.

People walking on the moon.

Smog will get you pretty soon.

Everyone was hanging out.

Hanging up and hanging down.

Hanging in and holding fast.

Hope our little world will last.

Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips Looking for a new a ship.

Come on, people better climb on board.

Come on, baby, now we're going home.

Ship of fools, ship of fools.

The human race was dyin' out.

Noone left to scream and shout.

People walking on the moon.

Smog will get you pretty soon.

Ship of fools, ship of fools. Ship of fools, ship of fools.

Ship of fools, ship of fools.

*improv and fade*

 

LAND HO!

 

Grandma love a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.

Grandpa was a whaler And he took me on his knee.

He said, "Son, I'm going crazy From livin' on the land.

Got to find my shipmates And walk on foreign sands."

This old man was graceful With silver in his smile.

He smoked a briar pipe and He walked four country miles.

Singing songs of shady sisters And old time liberty.

Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free.

Yea! I've got three ships and sixteen men, A course for ports unread.

I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead.

Land ho!

Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy a bottle and drink my

fill.

If I get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin that litlle girl alive.

If I get my hand on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you,

marry you. Alright! Land ho!

*improv out*

 

 

THE SPY

 

I'm a spy in the house of love.

I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.

I know the word that you long to hear.

I know your deepest, secret fear.

I'm a spy in the house of love.

I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.

I know the word that you long to hear.

I know your deepest, secret fear.

I know everything. Everything you do. Everywhere you go. Everyone you know.

 

I'm a spy in the house of love.

I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.

I know the word that you long to hear.

I know your deepest, secret fear.

I know your deepest, secret fear.

I know your deepest, secret fear. I'm a spy, I can see What you do. And I

know.

 

 

Queen Of The Highway

 

She was a princess, Queen of the Highway

Sign on the road said: "Take us to Madre"

No one could save her, save the blind tiger

He was a monster, black dressed in leather

She was a princess, Queen of the Highway

 

Now they are wedded, she is a good girl

Naked as children out in a meadow,

Naked as children, wild as can be,

Soon to have offspring, start it all over

 

Start at all over

 

American boy, American girl,

Most beautiful people in the world!

Son of a frontier Indian Swirl,

Dancing through the midnight whirl-pool

Formless hope it can

continue a little while longer

 

 

INDIAN SUMMER

 

I love you, the best.

Better than all the rest.

I love you, the best.

Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer.

Indian summer.

That I meet in the summer.

Indian summer.

I love you, the best.

Better than all the rest.

 

 

MAGGIE M'GILL

 

Ms. Maggie M'Gill, She lived on a hill.

Her daddy got drunk And left her the will.

So she went down, Down to Tangie Town.

People down there Really like to get it on.

Now if you're sad, And you're feeling blue.

Go out and buy a Brand new pair of shoes.

And you go down, Dow to Tangie Town.

'Cause people down there Really like to get it on.

Get it on. Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star.

Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star.

Mom met dad in the back Of a Rock n' Roll car.

Well, I'm an old blues man And I think that you understand.

I've been singing the blues Ever since the world began.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill. Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill. *repeat and

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