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Yeah, I am known to download things from the internet here and there. No, not what you think. At times download chords to songs I want to play to myself. Thankfully, there are a lot of people who try to transcribe songs from what they here and provide that for further exploration on the internet. (My favorite site is OLGA (Online Guitar Archive) by the way. Lots of Waylon Jennings and Johnny Cash there....). From time to time, though, I stumble upon lyrics to songs so utterly misheard and penned down wrongly, that I shake my head in amazed disbelief. And leave 'em like that. Sometimes I even sing 'em like that, because they are so weird, it's just great. This one here is my absolute favorite, (I swear it is for real, I swear) |
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BOB SEEGER / METALLICA - "Turn the page" |
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On a long and lonesome highway, east of them all you can listen to the engine moaning out it's one note song and you think about the woman or the girl you had the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wondering, the ways they always do when you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do and you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was true
Here I am on the road again There I am one more stage Here I go, playin' a star again there I go, turn the page
Well you're walkin' to a restaurant, strung out from the cold and you feel the eyes upon you as you're chakin' off the coat you pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explose
Most times you can har them talkin', other times you can't it's the same old preachey, is there a woman or a man and you always see my thunder, so you don't dare they make a stair
Chorus
After there in the spot lights you're a million miles away every outs of energy you try to give away as the swipe bose from your body like the music that you play
Later in the evening as you lie a waken bed echoes from the ack fires ringing in your head and you smoke the day's last cigarette remembering what you said
Chorus |
east of Omaha
wandering
through
walk into a restaurant shaking off your coat explode (obviously)
cliché, is it a woman, is it man seem outnumbered .. to make a stand (a stair?)
Out there every ounce of as the sweat pours
awake amplifiers
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