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(Hunter) |
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Well the times are gettin' hard for you little girl |
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I'm a-hummin' and a-strummin' all over God's world |
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You can't remember when you got your last meal |
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And you don't know just how a woman feels |
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You didn't know what rock-n-roll was |
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Until you met my drummer on a grey tour bus |
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I got there in the nick of time |
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Before he got his hands across your state line |
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Great White |
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Now it's the middle of the night on the open road |
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And the heater don't work and it's oh so cold |
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You're lookin' tired you're lookin' kinda beat |
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The rhythm of the street sure knocks you off your feet |
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You didn't know how rock-n-roll looked |
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Until you caught your sister with the guys from the group |
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Halfway home in the parking lot |
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By the look in her eye she was giving what she got |
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My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe |
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My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe |
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My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe |
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Woman you're a mess gonna die in your sleep |
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There's blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat |
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Can't keep you home from messin' around |
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My best friend told me you're the best lick in town |
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You didn't know that rock-n-roll burned |
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So you bought a candle and you lived and you learned |
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You got the rhythm, you got the speed |
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Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet |
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I didn't know you had a rock-n-roll record |
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Until I saw your picture on another guy's jacket |
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You told me I was the only one |
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But look at you now it's dark and you're gone |
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My my my, once bitten, twice shy |
