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Words and music by bob seger


I was born at the break of dawning

In the last days of the last great war

My father was not in the fighting

And my
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just so he
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just
Words and music by bob seger

I woke up with this feeling

There was something I wanted to say

So I wrote you a song.



Lately girl I've been
Words and music by bob seger

There's the neon sky that I know so well

There's the smoky room where I chose to dwell

Though I hear your heart many
And danced around a Bob Seger tune
And finished up a bottle of home-made wine

I never had to write a girl a song
Had a woman stay this long
And now
Words and music by bob seger

There's a highway
A lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us
And takes me far away
Out in the distance
Always within
I got frostbitten in the winter
Ice skating on the river
With my pretty little black-eyed girl
She'd make your darn toes curl just to see her yeah

I
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Well
Check it out, is it wrong or right

Well, is this the news of the world
It's just a pretty girl
She's all the news that's fit to print
In black and white
Check it out 
Is it wrong or right?
Is this the news of the world?
It's just a pretty girl
She's all the news that's fit to print in 

Black
by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag
girls, money, and fame

I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
Are boys no more

Not black and red boys
Frightened by the night
By the catholic monochrome
The catholic girls now
Stark in their dark and white
and farms along the way
Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border
With a black eyed girl beside me all the way

Now the mountains are silent
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
To a potty-mouth girl,
A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.

Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say.
But I wonder to who
What it is you're saying today.

Mary
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
Give me a black goddess sister I can't resist her. No stringy haired blonde 
Hair blue eyed pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted recessive
Movin' to the backbeat
Walkin' down Main Street
Checkin' out the new scene
Watchin' all the girls go by
High heels - short dress
Baby, make your
out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs

I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy
High sheriff on my trail 
All because I'm falling for 
A curly-headed dark-eyed girl 

Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair 
And sandy colored