| Song | High Ball Shooter |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | Stormbringer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Blackmore/Coverdale/Hughes/Lord/Paice | |
| Well I'm a rock and roll preacher | |
| Not a Sunday school teacher | |
| You ain't no shady lady | |
| But I love the way you strut your stuff | |
| You're a snow queen looking mean | |
| Tryin' to make it on the scene | |
| I guess you love it | |
| 'Cause I always see you hanging' around | |
| You're a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| A magnet brought you to me | |
| Told me your name was Jo | |
| You said you liked my music | |
| And you really did enjoy the show | |
| Now I wanna play piano | |
| But my fingers don't agree | |
| They're busy on you woman | |
| And I feel your fingers workin' on me | |
| You're a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| It's time to leave you honey | |
| I know you're feeling sad | |
| Don't you cry now baby | |
| You know that only makes me mad | |
| I see you everywhere I go | |
| Every town and place | |
| I can't recall your name | |
| But I know I won't forget your sweet face | |
| You're a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| 'Cause you're a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me |
| Written: Blackmore Coverdale Hughes Lord Paice | |
| Well I' m a rock and roll preacher | |
| Not a Sunday school teacher | |
| You ain' t no shady lady | |
| But I love the way you strut your stuff | |
| You' re a snow queen looking mean | |
| Tryin' to make it on the scene | |
| I guess you love it | |
| ' Cause I always see you hanging' around | |
| You' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| A magnet brought you to me | |
| Told me your name was Jo | |
| You said you liked my music | |
| And you really did enjoy the show | |
| Now I wanna play piano | |
| But my fingers don' t agree | |
| They' re busy on you woman | |
| And I feel your fingers workin' on me | |
| You' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| It' s time to leave you honey | |
| I know you' re feeling sad | |
| Don' t you cry now baby | |
| You know that only makes me mad | |
| I see you everywhere I go | |
| Every town and place | |
| I can' t recall your name | |
| But I know I won' t forget your sweet face | |
| You' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| ' Cause you' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me |
| Written: Blackmore Coverdale Hughes Lord Paice | |
| Well I' m a rock and roll preacher | |
| Not a Sunday school teacher | |
| You ain' t no shady lady | |
| But I love the way you strut your stuff | |
| You' re a snow queen looking mean | |
| Tryin' to make it on the scene | |
| I guess you love it | |
| ' Cause I always see you hanging' around | |
| You' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| A magnet brought you to me | |
| Told me your name was Jo | |
| You said you liked my music | |
| And you really did enjoy the show | |
| Now I wanna play piano | |
| But my fingers don' t agree | |
| They' re busy on you woman | |
| And I feel your fingers workin' on me | |
| You' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| It' s time to leave you honey | |
| I know you' re feeling sad | |
| Don' t you cry now baby | |
| You know that only makes me mad | |
| I see you everywhere I go | |
| Every town and place | |
| I can' t recall your name | |
| But I know I won' t forget your sweet face | |
| You' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me | |
| ' Cause you' re a high ball shooter | |
| You make it easy to see | |
| High ball shooter | |
| You sure ripped the low ones off me |