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Sand, the ocean breezes blow. Red in the sun, red so long ago
Torn by the waves, blown by the wind
Gone like the tide, until we meet again, again
Well she's washed and polished
And full of high octane
Ridin' with the top down
Crusin' in the fast land
Her red hairs blowin' bright as a flame
By the mansion on the hillside
Red sports car comes driving down the road
And pulls up into the driveway
And a story does unfold

She's standing
Learned that happiness on earth
Ain't just for high achievers
I've learned,
I've come to know
There's life at both ends
Of that red dirt road

Her daddy
Hi-Heel Sneakers

-Artist: Johnny Rivers from "Here We A Go Go Again"-Imperial LP-9274
-charted in 1964 by Tommy Tucker (#11) and Jerry Lee Lewis
At the speed of Cheeba
We´ll go deeper
Maybe I´ll have to get high
Just to get by.

Everything is good
And green
Oh, I´m red again
And I don´t
again, again
Every labored breath is now
Crowded out by pain
And the downpour on the windshield
Hits like bullets, not like rain
Sucking all of what
their deaths not in vain
Now reunited our world may be free once again

Three hammers high, in the burning red sky
Forged in the fire, protectors
At the speed of Cheeba
We´ll go deeper
Maybe I´ll have to get high
Just to get by

Everything is good
And green
Oh, I´m red again
And I don´t suppose I´m
their death's not in vain
Now re-united our world may be free once again!

Three hammers high,
in the burning red sky
Force and the fire
Protectors
high)
On Leslie Lane (Let's go back and play it again!)
Livin' high (We're livin' high)
On Red Bud Trail (On Red Bud, Red Bud Trail!)
Livin' high
cowboy vibe

Everything is good
And green
Say, I'm red again
And I don't suppose I'm coming down
I can see clearly
So high in the sky
A man with
high)
On Leslie Lane (Let's go back and play it again!)
Livin' high (We're livin' high)

On Red Bud Trail (On Red Bud, Red Bud Trail!)
Livin' high
feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
Till two hot tamales walk on by

Sportin' that Red Voodoo style 
Talkin' 'bout Red Voodoo style
They got some
again 
Little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball 
Cut by love and cut by switchblade 
He's been gone nearly half a decade 
Cut by love and cut by
could be inside my head
You'd see that black and white is red
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again, come
At the speed of Cheeba
We'll go deeper
Maybe I'll have to get high
Just to get by.

Everything is good
And green
Oh, I'm red again
And I don't suppose
start feelin' young 
Them habaneros make me cry 
'Til two hot tamales walk on by 
Sportin' that 
Red voodoo smile 
Talkin' 'bout 
Red voodoo 
They
could be inside my head
You'd see that black and white is red
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again, come
Fire walkers feel no pain from the coals
Ruled by passion beyond their control
Vengeance is king in the zone of Red Vision
Sparks fly and tempers
window.
We'd turn out the headlights,
Drive by the moonlight.
Talk about what the future might hold,
Down that red dirt road.

It's where I drank my
O, yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low.
Ill be in heaven afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie, bonnie banks
not for all men
History will repeat again
It's time we learned
This world was made for all men

Heart surgery
Was first done successfully
By a black man
Lazy country evening
Sittin' by you
The baby's 
In his cradle
And the day's 
Almost through
Red sunset
Over pine trees
I'm feelin'
High
on the highway low and loud
By at the gallop goes he
By at the gallop he goes
And then by he comes back at the gallop again
Whenever the wind is high
Whenever