Lyrics:
everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up (up, up), it's the code word
No matter where you say it, you know that you'll be
each other one by one.
Down in old Mexico, why's everybody's wild and free.
Down in old Mexico, why everybody's wild and free.
‘Cause here in this
I've got to find somebody to love
There's a sad face in the mirror
I'm sad to say it's me
Like a ghost up in the attic
Only love can set him free
I've
If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend
I know everybody wants to be your man
I don't want to tie you up, go ahead, you're free
And I never want to scar you with my brand
We could live it
me
I've been living someone else's life, and now I've got to be free
Turn your transistor on and let the music play
I try to keep the family
to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A (to live and die in L.A)
Is the place to be
You've got
If you smile at me you know I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
In the same language
I can see by your coat my
would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He
the strong start on Sunday
Won't be in bondage to any man, John 8:33
We the descendants of Abraham
Ye should be made free, John 8:36
To whom the son set
If you smile at me you know I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
In the same language
I can see by your coat my
set the young ones up
Under the neon light
Selling day for night
It's alright
Nobody rides for free
Nobody gets it like they want it to be
Nobody hands
up the game, I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make-believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What
that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They tried
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
to become a celebrity
(F-A-M-O-U-S) but don't be late
And everybody and they mama got a sex tape
Welcome to America
We snatch bass players, not purses
good
At pretending
Everybody in the world wants 2 b a star
Few got what it takes 2 get that far
If a rocketship didn't cost more than a car
like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
up the game, I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make-believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose
Gypsy woman told my mama
While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
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