Well I’m at home a workin’ and a slavin’ this way
You’re out of misbehavin’ spendin’ all of your pay on wine women and song
Well I’m a makin’ bed you’re out a makin’ time
You robbed my piggy bank and spent my last thin dime on wine woman and song
Well one of these nights you gonna come home you find it’s comin’ home to you
Well I’m at home a workin’ and a slavin’ this way
You’re out of misbehavin’ spendin’ all of your pay on wine women and song
Well I’m a makin’ bed you’re out a makin’ time
You robbed my piggy bank and spent my last thin dime on wine woman and song
Well one of these nights you gonna come home you find it’s comin’ home to you
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You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt (HAH)
I just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
Well I’m sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I’m sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain’t got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I’m an ol’ poor boy and a long way from home
I’m an ol’ poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I’ll never be happy, eveything I do is wrong, yeah
Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little puppy done
Yeah I’m sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I’m sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I got no matches, got a long way to go
By the heat of my matches, here in a doorway
A vision of peace, creeps into my mind
I feel that my mother has come back to hold me
To take me to Christmas, where people are kind
Please buy my matches, two for a penny
To give you some cheer, on a cold Christmas Day
Matchmaker, matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch
Matchmaker, matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match
Don’t let your baby catch you
Don’t let your baby catch you
Don’t let your baby catch you
Fooling around
You just might lose the best thing
That you ever found
Don’t let your baby catch you
Fooling around
I must have been through about a million girls
I’d love 'em then I’d leave 'em alone
I didn’t care how much they cried, no sir
Their tears left me cold as a stone
But then I fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love, yes I did
I fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love
The fool stood beneath the olive tree
“What a wondrous thought” said he
“But alas, it is very, very deep”
And so he yawned and went to sleep,
Because you see, he was a fool!
Why be content with an olive when you could have the tree?
That which has lulled you to sleep fool, has awakened me.
Why should I sigh that my lot is my lot, that I can’t make it anything more,
When that is a lie, an excuse for a fool to snore.
Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round
Everybody plays the fool sometime,
There’s no exception to the rule,
Listen, baby, it may be factual, may be cruel,
I ain’t lyin’, everybody plays the fool…
Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder.
It’s the truth, it’s actual.
Everything is satisfactual.
I got arms that long to hold you
And keep you by my side
I got lips that long to kiss you
And keep you satisfied, oooh
But now, he’s back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
(Oooooh!)
I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no
When I’m drivin’ in my car
And a man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can’t get no
Oh no no no
Hey hey hey
That’s what I say
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don’t give you any choice
'Cause they think that it’s treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock and roll radio
And when a young girl doesn’t have any friends
That’s a really nice place to go
Folks hoping you’d turn out cool
But they had to take you out of school
You’re a little touched you know, Angie baby
Angie, Angie
When will those dark clouds all disappear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here
With no lovin’ in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried
Comin’ to ya on a dusty road,
Good lovin’; I got a truck load.
And when you get it you got something,
So don’t worry cause I’m coming,
I’m a soul man…