I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall, Drive myself right over the wall. Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene. It's the graveyard watch, Running right on the rocks, I've taken all of the knocks. This is what Lenny Kaye said about it in Rolling Stone: "Turd on the Run, " even belying its gimmicky title, is a superb little hustler; if Keith can be said to have a showpiece on this album, this is it. Turd on the run lyrics collection. Sweet Black Angel (Jagger, Richards) - 2:54.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream, You feel like murder in the first degree. A A. Turd on the Run. Rip this joint, gonna save your soul, Round and round and round we go. Headed for the overload, Splattered on the dirty road, Rip This Joint (Jagger, Richards) - 2:23. Casino Boogie (Jagger, Richards) - 3:33. Come on, come on down, you got it in you. Be my little baby for a while. All down the line. ) Well, I met a little girl. I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud. Song infos | Lyrics. Turd on the run lyricis.fr. Mama says yes, Papa says no, Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go. I reached for your lapel but it weren′t sewn on so grand. If you consider the high level of quality of Exile album, imo this track and Just wanna see his face are the weakest 2 songs.
We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah. Ain't nobody slowing down no way, Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator, Don't matter where you are, Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator. Guitars: Keith Richards & Mick Taylor. Whoa, thought I heard on sigh for you, Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now. From the grownups down. Turd On The Run lyrics by The Rolling Stones - original song full text. Official Turd On The Run lyrics, 2023 version | LyricsMode.com. She's a sweet black angel, Not a gun toting teacher, Not a Red lovin' school mom, Ain't someone gonna free her, Free de sweet black slave, Free de sweet black slave. Dick and Pat in ole D. C., Well they're gonna hold some shit for me.
If only you would stay. Sometimes you need somebody, if you have somebody to love. Berber jew'lry jangling down the street, Make you shut your eyes at ev'ry woman that you meet. Bound to follow you down, Just a dead beat right off the street. When you're trapped and circled with no second chances, Your code of living is your gun in hand.
I love my baby ninety nine degrees, But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me. Yes I got the desert in my toenail. When you're flying your flags All my confidence sags, You got me packing my bags. I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while. Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low, Round and round and round we'll go. More songs by The Rolling Stones. Throw you to the sharks.
Shake your hips has also 3 chords: A, C and D. HMS. Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs, Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues. On stage the band has got problems, They're a bag of nerves on first nights. Pause for bus'ness, hope you'll understand. I lost a lot of love over you, oh I did. Dig that sound on the radio, Then slip it right across into Buffalo. Turd on the run Lyrics Rolling Stones Song. And I'm always hearing voices on the street, I want to shout, but I can't hardly speak.
This is a reasonably decent blues what I remember of it. Wounded lover, got no time on hand. The sunshine bores the daylights out of me. Diamond rings, vaseline, you give me disease, well, I lost a lot of lover over you. But it come off in my hand. Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn.
What you don't know. Product Type: Musicnotes. She said, "What do you know. And call me the tumblin' dice. Never got a flash out of cocktails, When I got some flesh off the bone.