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Odd Times - Workout in "Odd" Time Signatures (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blackened Red Snapper (Karl Denson) · Soul of a Man [Snapper] (Blind Willie Johnson) · Odd Man In (Jerry Lee Lewis) · Odd Man In (Tim O'Brien) · Materia [Peaceville/Snapper] (Novembre) · Step On [Snapper] (Happy Mondays) · Take This Hammer [Snapper] (Leadbelly) · Slaughter on 10th Avenue [Snapper Classics] (Mick Ronson) · Slaughter on 10th Avenue [Snapper Classics] (Mick Ronson) – and 90 other albums »


We're that odd couple on our street neighbors stare and wonder
We're a man and wife in love with each other
Today a friend of mine came by said
We're that odd couple on our street neighbors stare and wonder
We're a man and wife in love with each other
Today a friend of mine came by said
Cadillac red's her name

Cadillac red
Singin' as she passes by
Cadillac red
See that hillbilly fly
Catch her if you can
She can out run any man
goin'
At the very same time nobody's lost
Then the fire went out and the night grew still
This old man lay frozen on the cold, cold ground
He was
leave when I can
Taking the odd man out
Now and then I have the feeling

They're just outside looking in
When I'm surrounded by these strangers
I
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "True dat"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for
do no wrong
I'll be a free man
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Yes I am
I'll never hurt you
Never let you down
I'll stand always beside you
Oh,
like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "True dat"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was
One parrot in a cage
At the home of a friend
Is reason to wonder and stare
Green wings and red face

And a sapphire belly
A racket so loud
As to out
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self professed,
just blow by

And make no mistake, there's women who just wait
For the man and machine with the best time

Rev on the red line
You're on your own
on the right, get paid
By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid

Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
test
The pay man Lance kept me elastic bound in the echelons of West One
Slim chance of the odd long journey kept me clinging to him for too long
Locked
By six he's out of bed, she makes his coffee sweet
He grabs his boots and his coat
Leaves a note that says, 'I love you'
And runs to catch a bus
grim

There once was a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud's Index because he
Loved his mother!
surely sneeze 'cause my nose is filled with red snapper

I'd hold you but my arms are weak this whole thing won't help my physique
And to my neighbors
what you pay for
From the odd job man

One day this dude drives in the station
And I slide out to the pump
And he says, " I need some odd jobs done
Can
snappers, speaker slappers 
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper 
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
stories
And swear that it just isn't true

Now most of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell