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Letras: Vol. 1 - Road Rock

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01. Cowgirl In The Sand
02. Walk On
03. Fool For Your Love
04. Peace Of Mind
05. Words
06. Motorcycle Mama
07. Tonight's The Night
08. All Along The Watchtower


COWGIRL IN THE SAND

Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place at your command
Can I stay here for a while
Can I see your sweet sweet smile
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same?
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.
Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band begun to rust
After all the sin we've had
I was hopin' that we'd turn back
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.
Hello woman of my dreams
This is not the way it seems
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.


WALK ON

I hear some people been talkin' me down,
Bring up my name, pass it 'round.
They don't mention happy times
They do their thing, I'll do mine.
Ooh baby, that's hard to change
I can't tell them how to feel.
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
I remember the good old days,
Stayed up all night gettin' crazed.
Then the money was not so good,
But we still did the best we could.
Ooh baby, that's hard to change
I can't tell them how to feel.
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.


FOOL FOR YOUR LOVE

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PEACE OF MIND

You know it takes a long, long time
You know it takes a long, long time
You love her so and still you know
That you will never want to let her go
Unless you leave her first
Then you come out on top
But, still there's just one thing
You haven't got.
Peace of mind
Like when you treated her kind
It's hard to face that open space.
You know it takes a long, long time
You know it takes a long, long time
When first you gave and shared your soul
Showed her all those things that take their toll
She knows your weak spot
But, she still gets you hot
So you do it again
Reveal what lies within.
And go for peace of mind
Like when you treated her kind
It's hard to face that open space.
You're lookin' for peace of mind
Anywhere you can find
Still searchin' for peace of mind.
You know it takes a long, long time
You know it takes a long, long time.


WORDS (BETWEEN THE LINES OF AGE)

Someone and someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
They're bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The King started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.


MOTORCYCLE MAMA

Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay it down.
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
Down the proud highway
Yeah, I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
Down the proud highway
And as long as I keep movin'
I won't need a place to stay.
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring that round
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay it down.
Well I'm here to deliver
I hope you can read my mail
I just escaped last night
From the memory county jail
I see your box is open
And you flag is up
My message is ready
If there's time enough.
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle Mama
Won't you lay it down.


TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT

Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.
Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van.
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands.
Well, late at night when the people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky voice
That was real as the day was long.
Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night.
Early in the mornin' at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.
If you never heard him sing
I guess you won't too soon.
'Cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he'd died out on the mainline.
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.
Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van.
Well, early in the morning at just about the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.
Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.


ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER

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