Mick Taylor
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Leather Jacket
You and your lady are the king and the queen
Rock and roll
circus, it's the best I've ever seen
All your leather jackets and your faded
jeans
All you have left of your rock and roll dreams
Whoa, put your leather jacket on
Now it's time to be movin'
on
You know your lady's like a movie star queen
She's late for
her mornings, never wakes from her dreams
I gave her love and I gave her my
money
I said, "No thanks, I can't get hooked on ya honey"
Put your leather jacket on
Now it's time to be movin' on
You think you're funky and you think your so tough
Sometimes you're disgusted 'cause you just can't get enough
Think your gonna
go back to sunny California
Ride the waves on the cool blue water
Put your leather jacket on
Whoa, yeah, put your leather
jacket on
All your leather jackets and your faded jeans
All you have
left of your rock and roll dreams
Whoa, yeah, put your leather jacket on
And you move through your world as if it was a dance
You
never keep your fortune that you made in the south of France
All your leather
jackets and your faded jeans
All you have left of your rock and roll dreams
Put your leather jacket on
Now it's time to be movin' on
Whoa, yeah, put your leather jacket on
Now it's time to be movin' on
Whoa,
yeah, put your leather jacket on
All your leather jackets and your faded jeans
All you have
left of your rock and roll dreams
Broken Hands
Yeah, I got broken hands, God
Feel so loose and I feel so free
Running so fast that you
can't catch me
Play the night like a dream machine
Play my guitar 'cause I
feel so mean
Drivin' down the highway
Trying to get ahead
And I shake
the blues away, yeah
Yeah, broken hands, I'm a broken man
Ah baby, where are we?
Howling winds on a heavy sea
Always think that you got it made
I can never see you behind your shades
Fools are around me, the devils inside
So much craziness to
exercise
Let's get small and get some lovin' done
This life's so hard, hit
and run
There's nothin' happenin' here, anyway
If we sit around
much longer we're gonna slide away
Mesmerizing, washed out eyes
Users and
losers, hypnotized
I like music that sounds so sweet
I like to dance and move
my feet
When I hear such a heavy sound
Come on baby, let's get down
Drivin' down the highway
I'm just trying to get ahead
And shake these blues away
There's nothin' happenin' here, anyway
Yeah, broken hands, I'm down and out
Gimme a smile and I'll
pull ya out
Yeah, broken hands
Yeah, broken hands, I'm a broken man
Yeah, broken hands,
I'm down and out
Gimme a smile and I'll pull ya out
Alabama
I been living in big hotels
Hopin' and prayin' for
something else
Only halfway through Louisiana
On my way home to Alabama
It gets lonely, you've no idea
And baby, sometimes I'm
close to tears
Only halfway through Louisiana
On my way home to Alabama
I've been living in big hotels
Hopin' and prayin' for
something else
Only halfway through Louisiana
On my way, way home to
Alabama
Twisted Sister
You don't have to worry
Bout me callin you at home.
I've already been there, know you're not alone.
And the people talkin
All over town.
I'm not so crazy
But I feel like a clown.
Love's an illusion
Frought with deceit
I'm a king
spider
Hungry for some meat
I don't wanna fuss
I don't wanna fight
Dreams are only plundered
By this wicked night
Hey you twisted
sister
I'm like a dog without a bone
Not gonna be your mister
Don't
call me at home.
Don't you wait up for me
I'll be up all night
Know
you're gonna be there
Everything's allright
Hey you twisted sister
I'm not your mister
You're outta my mind.
Down in the delta
In the Mississippi mud
Thunder and
lightning
Apocalypse and flood.
Yeah here we go......
Twisted
sister.
Lost In The Desert
Know what's right
But you can't always right what's wrong
Didn't mean to be unkind
Know your journey's gonna be long.
Lost in the desert
Your heart stings
Feeling
insignificant ain't no bad thing
You got to find
Your your way home.
Am I losing you
Or am I losing myself
I can't believe
We're like
books gathering dust on the shelf.
You got to find
Your footprints in the sand.
We are going round and round
Like circles in the sand.
Knowing what's right
But you can't always right what's wrong.
Am I
losing you
Or am l losing myself
I can't believe me and you
Are like
books on the shelf.
You got to find your
footprints in the sand.
Am I
losing you
Or am I losing myself.
You're broken hearted
You're in
such fragile health.
You got to find your way
Through the footprints in the
sand.
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László Zoltán 2013
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