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Child in Time Lyrics

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between the Good and the Bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
Bullets flying, ooh taking toll
If you've been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, you'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
I'm cryin' for you day and night
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oh, I wanna hear you sing..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oaoh..
AAA-AAA-AAA!!
AAA-AAA-AAA!!


Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between the Good and the Bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
Bullets flying, mm taking toll
If you've been bad - Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, you'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oh, I gotta hear you sing..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oaoh..
AAA-AAA-AAA!!
Oh..
AAA-AAA-AAA!!

Smoke on the Water Lyrics

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water

They burned down the gamblin' house,
It died with an awful sound
and Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky ,smoke on the water

Highway Star  Lyrics - Deep Purple, 1972

Nobody Gonna Take My Car,    I'm Gonna Race It To The Ground
Nobody Gonna Beat My Car,    It's Gonna Break The Speed Of Sound
Oooh It's A Killer Machine,    It's Got Everything
Like A Driving Power,     Big Fat Tires And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her
I feel her
Yeah It's A Wild Hurricane
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star

Nobody Gonna Take My Girl,    I'm Gonna Keep Her To The End
Nobody Gonna Have My Girl,    She Stays Close On Every Bend
Oooh She's A Killer Machine,    She's Got Everything
Like A Moving Mouth,     Body Control And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her, I See Her
Yeah She Turns Me On
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star


Nobody Gonna Take My Head,    I Got A Speed Inside My Brain
Nobody Gonna Steal My Head,    Now That I'm On The Road Again
Oooh I'm In Heaven Again,    I've Got Everything
Like A Moving Ground,     An Open Road And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her, I Feel It
Eight Cylinders All Mine
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star



Nobody Gonna Take My Car,    I'm Gonna Race It To The Ground
Nobody Gonna Beat My Car,    It's Gonna Break The Speed Of Sound
Oooh It's A Killer Machine,    It's Got Everything
Like A Driving Power,     Big Fat Tires And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her
I’m Pleading
Yeah It's A Mad Hurricane
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star
I'm A Highway Star
I'm A Highway Star
 
Black Night Lyrics

Black night it's not right,
I don't feel so bright,
I don't care to sit tight.
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, free to be me.
Black night is a long way from home.

I don't need a dark tree,
I don't want a rough sea,
I can't feel, I can't see.
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, free to be me.
Black knight is a long way from home.

Black night, black night,
I don't need black night,
I can't see dark night.
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, free to be me.
Black night is a long way from home.


   
   
   
 
 
 
Hey Joe By Jimi Hendrix - 1967- Lyrics

Hey Joe, Where You Goin' With That Gun Of Your Hand
Hey Joe, I Said Where You Goin' With That Gun In Your Hand, Oh
I'm Goin' Down To Shoot My Old Lady
You Know I Caught Her Messin' 'Round With Another Man
Yeah, I'm Goin' Down To Shoot My Old Lady
You Know I Caught Her Messin' 'Round With Another Man
Huh! And That Ain't Cool
Huh Hey Hoe, I Heard You Shot Your Mamma Down
You Shot Her Down Now
Hey Joe, I Heard You Shot Your Lady Down
You Shot Her Down In The Groud Yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, I Did, I Shot Her
You Know I Caught Her Messin' Round Messin' Round Town
Huh, Yes I Did I Shot Her
You Know I Caught My Old Lady Messin' 'Round Town
And I Gave Her The Gun
And I Shot Her
Alright
Shoot Her One More Time Again Baby!
Yeah!
Oh Dig It
Oh Alright
Hey Joe,
Where You Gonna Run To Now Where You Gonna Go
Hey Joe, I Said
Where You Gonna Run To Now Where You Gonna Go
I'm Goin' Way Down South
Way Down To Mexico Way
Alright
I'm Goin' Way Down South
Way Down Where I Can Be Free
Ain't No One Gonna Find Me
Ain't No Hang-Man Gonna
He Ain't Gonna Put A Rope Around Me
You Better Believe It Right Now
I Gotta Go Now
Hey, Joe
You Better Run On Down
Goodbye Everybody
Hey Hey Joe

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