THE ROLLIN STONES-DOOM AND GLOOM

The Rolling Stones -- Doom And Gloom 

Lyrics:

I had a dream last night

That I was piloting a plane

And all the passengers were drunk and insane

I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp

Shot up a horde of zombies

But I come out on top

What's it all about?

It just reflects my mood

Sitting in the dirt

Feeling kind of hurt

Aaaaall I hear is doooom and gloom

And aaaaall is darkness in my room

Through the light your face I see

Baby take a chance

Baby won't you dance with meeeeee

Lost all that treasure in an overseas war

It just goes to show you don't get what you paid for

Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor

Put my feet up on the couch

And lock all the doors

Hear a funky noise

That's the tightening of the screeeeews

I'm feeling kind of hurt

Sitting in the dirt

Aaaaall I hear is doooom and gloom

But when those drums go boom boom boom

Through the night your face I see

Baby take a chance

Baby won't you dance with meeee

Yeah

Baby won't you dance with meeee

Oh yeah

Fracking deep for ...

But there's nothing in the sump

There's kids all picking

Ar the garbage dumb

I'm running out of water

So I better prime the pump

I'm trying to stay sober

But I end up drunk

We'll be eating dirt

Living on the side of the roooaaad

There's some food for thought

Kind of makes your head explode

Feeling kind of hurt

Yeah

But aaaall I hear is doooom and gloom

And aaaaall is darkness in my room

Through the night your face I see

Baby come on

Baby won't you dance with me

Yeah

Yeah

Baby won't you dance with me

I'm feeling kind of hurt

Baby won't you dance with meeeee

Yeah

Come on

Baby won't you dance with me

I'm sitting in the dirt

Baby won't you dance with me!!!

BOB DYLAN-DUQUESNE WHISTLE

Bob Dylan - Duquesne Whistle

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Lyric:

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away

I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going

That Duquesne train gonna ride me night and day

You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp

But I ain't neither one

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Sounding like it's on a final move.

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like she's never blown before

Look like blinking, red light blowing

Blowing like she's at my chamber door

You smiling through the fence at me

Just like you always smiled before

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like she isn't gonna blow no more

Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like the sky is gonna blow apart

You're the only thing alive that keeps me going

You're like a tie bound to my hear

I can hear a sweet voice gently calling

Must be the mother of our Lord

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like my woman's on a board

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like it's gonna blow my blues away

You old rascal, I know exactly where you're going

I'll leave you there myself at the break of a day

I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed

Everybody telling me she's gone to my head

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead

Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing through another no good town

The lights of my native land are glowing

I wonder if they'll know me next time around

I wondered if that old oak tree's still standing

That old oak tree, the one we used to climb

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like she's blowing right on time

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