Travel-log
Travel-log
1989, Silvertone
Shanghaid (A. Ashworth, J.J. Cale) Hong Kong, Tokyo and Singapore New York, Boston and Baltimore They'll take you right down where you don't want to go If you talk too fast and you walk too slow Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid I tried to live by the golden rule Do unto others and they'll do unto you Every time I get turned on I end up singing the same song Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid I was crossing the desert on a sunny day I met two women that passed my way They took me to a tent and they locked the door And all they ever said was "More, more" Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid And I'm standing right here with my usual slack Police got me for talking back "You're out on the street, you'd better watch your step If you talk too loud, now button your lip" Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Sitting in a bar in West Berlin Sipping on a glass that's low again Talking to a woman I thought I knew The lights went out and I did too Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and Shanghaid Shanghaid, Shanghaid Been locked up and ShanghaidListe I've got a fine-looking woman, she's just running around She likes to boogie in the kitchen, likes to boogie down now Hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Talking about that woman, she's up early in the morning Making love with me before the break of dawn Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Every night about twelve o'clock She starts making love to me till I think I'm gonna drop Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me She's a fine-looking woman, she's fine, no doubt Everything I need but she's wearing me out Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Don't get me wrong, I'm tellin' you right Since I met her I get no sleep at night Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, hold on babyListe No time for making my moves, no time No time for hitting my groove, no time Summer comes and summer's gone When I sing the very same song Set apart of all the scenes How we long for all our dreams No time for making no moves, no time No time for hitting no grooves, no time The clock it turns at a rapid pace Takes us to another place The train it goes from here to there Just left me standing here No time for making my moves, no time No time for hitting my grooves, no time I had the blues this morning, I cried all day I guess you lose the blues in the morning, if you cry 'em away No time for making my moves, oh no time No time for hitting my grooves, no, no timeListe Lady Luck, please just listen to me Mistress of fantasy Send a dream my way Can you come and make my day Lady Luck, elusive as you are You're just a fleeting star You never hit the sky With you I seem to fly Lady Luck, hold on to my hand I'm standing on shifting sand I'm a dreamer don't you know Lady Luck, just don't let go Lady Luck, hard as it may seem When you pass out all your dreams Could you keep me in your mind I'd like to see you one more timeListe Disadvantage (T. Drummond, J. Karstein, C. Lakeland, S. Oldham, J.J. Cale) Sometime in the morning, before the break of day I lose my direction, I can't find my way I can't find nobody to tell my troubles to I get so sad and lonesome Guess I'll tell 'em all to you Got me at a disadvantage, you helped me outta here I just want loving, the way don't seem clear Got me at a disadvantage, that's the way I feel Love is forever Love is for real Some kind of fascination, that's the reason why First time I seen you, you were so shy Got me at a disadvantage, that's the way I feel Love is forever Love is for realListe Lean on me, baby Lean on me, for a while Lean on me, baby Lean on me, baby child Won't bring you down, baby Won't bring you down, no sirree Won't bring you down, baby Won't bring you down, just lean on me Come on, baby Come on, for a while Come on, baby Lean on me, baby childListe Trains don't run forever Fire goes out sometimes Gotta tell you, baby We've come to the end of the line Pages of yesterday Fill this book of mine Gotta tell you, baby It is the end of the line I can't remember those good old days They are from a different time I gotta tell you, baby We've come to the end of the lineListe Have you ever been down to New Orleans Lord, Lord, them cajun queens Crying the blues, is what they do down there Fortune teller, he knows your name Fortune teller, he'll tell you your game Crying the blues, it's what they do down there Honey dripping from a willow tree You never wanna leave Lazy bones, I ain't got a dime Just biding my time If I find a way to choose New Orleans, where they're crying the blues Drinking bourbon from a dixie cup Hanging out till the sun comes up Crying the blues, it's what they do down there French women, boy they're neat Up and down old Bourbon Street Crying the blues it's what they do down there If I find a way to choose New Orleans, where they're singing the bluesListe Just below San Diego Tijuana, land of broken dreams Señoritas dancing in the moonlight Flashing Spanish dark eyes, to everyone it seems They say, "Hey, gringo Can you take us across the border Just tell them I'm your daughter Of a local" Down the backstreets, through the alleys All the young men stand with pride They guard the palace to the kingdom Called Tijuana, their heritage they decide They say, "Hey, gringo Can you take us across the border We'll work for just a quarter On the other side" They say, "Hey, gringo Can you take us across the border We'll work for just a quarter On the other side"Liste That Kind Of Thing (J.J. Cale) It's that kind of thing babe, no alibis It's that kind of thing babe, shuffle or die Going through these changes Like Mr. Right It's that kind of thing babe, no alibis It's that kind of thing babe, pay your dues It's that kind of thing babe, win or lose Going through these changes Like Mr. Right It's that kind of thing babe, no alibisListe Who's Talking (T. Drummond, R. Tarczon, J.J. Cale) Who's talking, ain't no friend of mine Who's talking, stirring it up Who's talking, who's lying Hard rumours, hard rumours, pay no mind When you abuse and spread your rumours Somebody's talking, somebody's lying Find out, look who is shouting When can you say you've got the truth Watch out, did you invent it now Some day you're going to have trouble Who's talking, ain't no friend of mine Who's talking, stirring it up Who's talking, who's lying Find out, look who is shouting Say all you've got to say Around town, you better mind Some day, you'll have to pay Who's talking, ain't no friend of mine Who's talking, stirring it up Who's talking, who's lyingListe I detect a side-effect of a complicated life The edge is on, sharp as a knife Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mind Contemplation, meditation, all that jive Taking out the medicine just before sunrise Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mind I just want to love you, and that's a fact I just want to tell you when we get back You're just the kind of woman do a man all night You're just the kind of woman that's a dynamite Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mind Yes I just want to love you and that's a fact I just want to tell you when we get back You're just the kind of woman do a man all night You're just the kind of woman that's a dynamite Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mindListe Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She rolls it 'round her tongue like a natural thing She makes me feel like I'm a natural king Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She got lips around me, painted red She closes her eyes when she rolls her head Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my fingerListe I hear a whistle, I hear a moan Must be my baby, coming home She's been down in Tupelo, singing that river boat song She is a dancer, a river queen She'll teach them gamblers most anything She's been down in Tupelo, singing that river boat song Many nights, I spend alone Many days, there ain't nobody home Many times, I wish she was here Yeah that river boat whistle blows I know she's getting near River captain, bring my baby home I get so lonesome since she's been gone She's been down in Tupelo, working the river boat song Many nights, I spend alone Many days, there ain't nobody home Many times, I wish she was here I hear that river boat whistle blows I know she's getting near River captain, bring my baby home I get so lonesome since she's been gone She's been down in Tupelo, singing that river boat songListe |