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| | Название песни | текст | аккорды | табы |
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| 2 |  | 2120 South Michigan Avenue | | | |
| 3 | | 'Cause I got a brand new car... |  | | |
| A | | A empty heart is like an empty life... | | | |
| | A little rain fallin'... | | | |
| | A scrap of flesh... | | | |
| | A smile on your face, but not in your eyes... | | | |
| | Ah ah listen to everybody (body)... | | | |
| | Ah, har har har har... | | | |
| | Ain't it funny how things happen... | | | |
| | Ain't no use in crying... | | | |
| | All I want to do, is to get back to you... | | | |
| | All the way, all the way... | | | |
| | All your love... | | | |
| | And I love you dirty fucker... | | | |
| | And I think I'm going mad... | | | |
| | And I wish I'd never met you... | | | |
| | And it sure been a cold, cold winter... | | | |
| | And it won't take long to forget you... | | | |
| | Angie... Angie... | | | |
| | Anyway you look at it... | | | |
| | As I stand by your flame... | | | |
| | As you poured out the drinks for me... | | | |
| B | | Baby break it down... | | | |
| | Baby don't get too tight with me... | | | |
| | Baby here I stand before you... | | | |
| | Baby you excite me... | | | |
| | Baby, baby, been a long, long time... | | | |
| | Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone... | | | |
| | Baby, back... | | | |
| | Baby, the truth is out so don't deny... | | | |
| | Back to zero... | | | |
| | Been kepping cool... | | | |
| | Button your lip baby... | | | |
| | By the lake with lily flowers... | | | |
| C | | Can you believe it? I've won more medals in this love game... | | | |
| | Can you hear the music, can you hear the music... | | | |
| | Childhood living is easy to do... | | | |
| | Coming down again, coming down again... | | | |
| | Congratulations... | | | |
| D | | Did you ever feel the pain... | | | |
| | Did you ever wake up to find... | | | |
| | Did you hear about the midnight rambler... | | | |
| | Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night... | | | |
| | Do do do do... | | | |
| | Do I miss her kiss at night time... | | | |
| | Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it... | | | |
| | Do we have something or nothing at all... | | | |
| | Do, do, do doot, do doo n' do doot... | | | |
| | Don't you know that I love you... | | | |
| | Don't you know you've got it in for me... | | | |
| | Don't you worry bout what's on your mind (ba da da da ba da da da da)... | | | |
| | Down and down she goes, our Amanda Jones... | | | |
| | Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst... | | | |
| | Dum deedle dee dum dum... | | | |
| E | | Ev'ry time I'm walkin' all down the street... | | | |
| | Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy... | | | |
| | Ev'rywhere you walk I always go... | | | |
| | Everything is wrong since me and my baby parted... | | | |
| F | | Feel on baby... | | | |
| | Fingerprint file, you get me down... | | | |
| | Fling you out into orbit... | | | |
| G | | Girl left me, left me here to cry... | | | |
| | Girl you're too bad... | | | |
| | Gold Coast slaveship... | | | |
| | Gonna go downtown... | | | |
| | Good evening one and all - We're all so glad to see you here... | | | |
| | Got a sweet black angel... | | | |
| | Got the Monday mornin' blues (Yeah, yeah, yeah)... | | | |
| | Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand... | | | |
| | Guess it's just another dream... | | | |
| H | | Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl... | | | |
| | Have mercy, have mercy baby... | | | |
| | Have you seen your mother, baby, standing in the shadow... | | | |
| | Hear the screams from Center 42... | | | |
| | Hear the voice of experience... | | | |
| | Heard from friends of mine... | | | |
| | Here I am... | | | |
| | Here I lie in my hospital bed... | | | |
| | Here you stand before me... | | | |
| | Here's father, his heart screwed on... | | | |
| | Hey babe, what more can you tell... | | | |
| | Hey babe, what's in your eyes... | | | |
| | Hey baby, every man is the same come on I'll make you a star... | | | |
| | Hey girls, you better listen to me... | | | |
| | Hey let him follow you down... | | | |
| | (Hey, Can't you have this in mono?)... | | | |
| | Hey, what am I doing standing here on the corner of... | | | |
| | High and dry well, I'm up here with no warning... | | | |
| | hitch hike... | | | |
| | Hold on to your head... | | | |
| | Honey is there any place that you would like to eat... | | | |
| | Hot stuff... | | | |
| I | | I am the little red rooster too lazy to crow for days... | | | |
| | I am waiting, I am waiting, all year, all year... | | | |
| | I bought a brand new airmobile... | | | |
| | I can almost hear you sigh... | | | |
| | I can hear people talkin'... | | | |
| | I can't get no... | | | |
| | I can't feel... | | | |
| | I don't care if your love grows cold... | | | |
| | I don't know why i love you babe... | | | |
| | I don't want you be no slave... | | | |
| | I don't want you to be high... | | | |
| | I got lumps in my throat when I saw her comin' down the aisle... | | | |
| | I got nasty habits, I take tea at three... | | | |
| | I got sunshine on a cloudy day... | | | |
| | I had a dream last night that I was piloting a plane... | | | |
| | I hear a preacher on the corner... | | | |
| | I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs... | | | |
| | I hear the sweet, sweet sounds of Heaven... | | | |
| | I hear you talking when I'm on the street... | | | |
| | I just can't be seen with you... | | | |
| | I know that you like to go out drinking... | | | |
| | I know you want to leave me... | | | |
| | I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block... | | | |
| | I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis... | | | |
| | I met her in a movie house she was playing the arcades... | | | |
| | I said from the first... | | | |
| | I said the joint was rocking... | | | |
| | I said, Oh no, doncha follow me no more... | | | |
| | I saw her today at the reception... | | | |
| | I say hey negrita... | | | |
| | I say hey, Mona... | | | |
| | I see a red door and I want it painted black... | | | |
| | I stand accused of talking... | | | |
| | I wanna be on top... | | | |
| | I wanna be your lover baby I wanna be your man... | | | |
| | I wanna hold... | | | |
| | I wanna tell you 'bout a dance... | | | |
| | I wanna tell you something baby... | | | |
| | I want a real fine car... | | | |
| | I want to dance, I want to sing... | | | |
| | I want to tell you how it's gonna be... | | | |
| | I was a butcher cutting up meat... | | | |
| | I was born in a crossfire hurricane... | | | |
| | I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield... | | | |
| | I was out in the city... | | | |
| | I was twenty one naive... | | | |
| | I went up to the island to, see that Angel was home... | | | |
| | I'll never be your beast of burden... | | | |
| | I'm a flea-bit peanut monkey, all my friends are junkies... | | | |
| | I'm a ghost... | | | |
| | I'm blue and lonesome as a man can be... | | | |
| | I'm feeling so tired... | | | |
| | I'm free to do what I want any old time... | | | |
| | I'm getting wise to you... | | | |
| | I'm givin' you a piece of my mind... | | | |
| | I'm gonna leave you baby... | | | |
| | I'm just your fool, can't help myself... | | | |
| | I'm not talking about the kind of clothes she wears... | | | |
| | I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in Jackson... | | | |
| | I'm so glad to be here tonight and I'm so glad to be home... | | | |
| | I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her... | | | |
| | I'm the man on the mountain, come on up... | | | |
| | I've been holding out so long... | | | |
| | I've been loving you... | | | |
| | I've been travelling but I don't know where... | | | |
| | I've been working so hard I've been feeling the pain... | | | |
| | I've got itchy fingers, I've got muddy feet... | | | |
| | I, want you back again, I, want your love again... | | | |
| | If I could stick my pen in my heart... | | | |
| | If I was the sun way up there... | | | |
| | If you need me, why don't you call me... | | | |
| | If you really want to be my friend... | | | |
| | If you really want to rip up your mind... | | | |
| | if you start me up... | | | |
| | If you want to wreck my life... | | | |
| | Il sole sta per tramontar... | | | |
| | In another land... | | | |
| | In the heat of the day down in Mobile, Alabama... | | | |
| | In the winter when the cold comes... | | | |
| | In your high school photo... | | | |
| | Is there nothing I can say... | | | |
| | It is the evening of the day... | | | |
| | It was an filthy block of flats... | | | |
| | It was your father who trained you and your mother... | | | |
| | It's not easy. It's not easy living on your own... | | | |
| | It's not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me... | | | |
| J | | Jivin' Sister Fanny, told her man from... | | | |
| | Just a few days and you'll be back in your school... | | | |
| L | | Leavin' in the mornin'... | | | |
| | Let me tell you' bout a girl I know... | | | |
| | Let's take a walk... | | | |
| | Lets drink to the hard working people... | | | |
| | Lies, dripping off your mouth like dirt... | | | |
| | Listen, I walk the city at midnight with the past strapped to my back... | | | |
| | Little Indian girl, where is your mama... | | | |
| | Living high, sitting in the sun... | | | |
| | Lord I swear the perfume you wear... | | | |
| | Love comes at the speed of light... | | | |
| | Love is strong, and your so sweet, you make me hard, you make me weak... | | | |
| M | | Mama says yes, Papa says no... | | | |
| | Men in arms shout who goes there... | | | |
| | Moon is up... | | | |
| | My obsession, your possessions... | | | |
| | My spirit is winging... | | | |
| | My sweet Lady Jane, when I see you again... | | | |
| N | | Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors... | | | |
| | New York was cold and damp... | | | |
| | No good, can't speak, wound up, no sleep... | | | |
| | No matter how much she wants me... | | | |
| | No matter what you say... | | | |
| | Now I've Got a Witness (Like Uncle Phil and Uncle Gene) | | | |
| | Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play... | | | |
| | Now look what you've done... | | | |
| | Now, when your woman actin' funny, and begin to run around... | | | |
| O | | Oh cherry oh cherry oh baby... | | | |
| | Oh yeah, yeah... | | | |
| | Oh, Carol... | | | |
| | Oh, help me, dear doctor, I'm damaged, there's a pain where there... | | | |
| | Oh, I think I had enough of your religion... | | | |
| | Oh, Susie Q... | | | |
| | Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof... | | | |
| | On Thursday night she looked a fright... | | | |
| | Once upon a time you dressed so fine... | | | |
| | One time you were my baby chicken... | | | |
| | One, two, one, two... | | | |
| | One, two, one, two... | | | |
| | One, two-, one, two, three... | | | |
| | One, two... | | | |
| | Ooh, a storm is threatening my very life today... | | | |
| | Ooo ooo ooo... | | | |
| P | | Pain in my heart, treatin' me poor... | | | |
| | Parachute woman, land on me tonight... | | | |
| | People thing i'm crazy, they're always tryin' to waste me... | | | |
| | Please allow me to introduce myself... | | | |
| | Please go home... | | | |
| | Pretty beat up... | | | |
| | Prince or pauper, beggarman or king... | | | |
| R | | Rock me baby, rock me all night long... | | | |
| S | | Saint Paul the persecutor... | | | |
| | Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine... | | | |
| | Shattered, shattered... | | | |
| | She comes in colors everywhere, she combs her hair... | | | |
| | She comes on like a rose... | | | |
| | She confessed her love to me... | | | |
| | She drew out all her money at the Southern Trust... | | | |
| | She saw me coming... | | | |
| | She would never say where she came from... | | | |
| | She's my little rock 'n' roll... | | | |
| | Silver train is a comin'... | | | |
| | Since I was young I've been very hard to please... | | | |
| | Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'... | | | |
| | Sittin' in my bedroom late last night... | | | |
| | Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised... | | | |
| | So now that she is gone... | | | |
| | Some girls give me money... | | | |
| | Some say you will... | | | |
| | Someone woke me up this mornin' and I lit a cigarette... | | | |
| | Something happened to me yesterday... | | | |
| | Sometimes I wonder why you do these things to me... | | | |
| | Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down... | | | |
| | Spending too much time away... | | | |
| | Stoned... | | | |
| | Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion... | | | |
| | Sweethearts together... | | | |
| T | | Take me to the station... | | | |
| | That big eight-wheeler runnin' down the track... | | | |
| | That's all right, that's all right, that's all right... | | | |
| | The band's on stage... | | | |
| | The best things in life are free... | | | |
| | The fields of Eden... | | | |
| | The hand of fate is on me now... | | | |
| | The keys to your love... | | | |
| | The police in New York City... | | | |
| | The queen of the Nile... | | | |
| | The stars in your eyes set my soul on fire... | | | |
| | The wind blows rain into my face... | | | |
| | There have been so many, girls that I've known... | | | |
| | There she goes... | | | |
| | There's a new guy in town... | | | |
| | There's a tramp sitting on my doorstep... | | | |
| | There've been good times. There've been bad times... | | | |
| | They're really rockin' in Boston, Pittsburgh, PA... | | | |
| | Through the lonely nights I think of you... | | | |
| | Time is on my side, yes it is... | | | |
| | Too bad she's got you by the balls... | | | |
| | Tried to trail you last night, baby, trail you in my car... | | | |
| | (Two, one, two)... | | | |
| U | | Uh, baby, I got a message for you... | | | |
| | Under my thumb's... | | | |
| | Untitled hidden track | | | |
| W | | Wading through the waste stormy winter... | | | |
| | Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair... | | | |
| | Walk right in, sit on down... | | | |
| | Walkin'thru' the sleepy city... | | | |
| | Watchin girls go passing by It ain't the latest thing... | | | |
| | We don't care if you only love we... | | | |
| | We got trouble, that's for sure... | | | |
| | We used to ride, baby... | | | |
| | We Want The Stones | | | |
| | We're wastin time... | | | |
| | We-ell, I can't quit you baby... | | | |
| | We...in our present life... | | | |
| | Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road... | | | |
| | Well baby use to stay out all night long... | | | |
| | Well I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand... | | | |
| | Well I never kept a dollar past sunset... | | | |
| | Well I told you once and I told you twice... | | | |
| | Well I'm a king bee... | | | |
| | Well I'm going away to live... | | | |
| | Well I'm waiting at the bus stop in downtown L.A... | | | |
| | Well if you call this a life... | | | |
| | Well if you ever plan to motor west... | | | |
| | Well let's talk it over baby before we start... | | | |
| | Well luck is expensive and freedom comes cheap... | | | |
| | Well my name is a number, a piece of plastic film... | | | |
| | Well now we're respected in society... | | | |
| | Well she's very wealthy it's true... | | | |
| | Well we all need someone we can lean on... | | | |
| | Well when you're sitting there, in your silk apholstered chair... | | | |
| | Well you bit my lip and drew first blood... | | | |
| | Well you've grown up all wrong... | | | |
| | Well, I got to take a break from it all... | | | |
| | Well, I was happy here at home... | | | |
| | Well, I wish I was a catfish... | | | |
| | Well, you're crazy mama... | | | |
| | Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes... | | | |
| | Went out walkin' through the wood the other day... | | | |
| | Went to the fortune teller... | | | |
| | What a drag it is getting old... | | | |
| | What a shame... | | | |
| | What to do yeah... | | | |
| | What you say girl, you see what is wrong... | | | |
| | When I come home baby... | | | |
| | When love comes so late, it'll really hit hard... | | | |
| | When the wind blows and the rain feels cold... | | | |
| | When your baby leaves you all alone... | | | |
| | When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake... | | | |
| | Where's that joint... | | | |
| | Who wants yesterdays papers... | | | |
| | Who's that woman on your arm... | | | |
| | Why do my thoughts loom so large on me... | | | |
| | Why does the sky turn grey ev'ry night... | | | |
| | Why don't we sing this song all together... | | | |
| | Why put this sadness inside of me... | | | |
| | Will all your money, but you forgiveness... | | | |
| | Woah, ah la ta da, woah, ah la ta da... | | | |
| | Won't you give me the low down... | | | |
| | Worked the bars and sideshows along the twighlight zone... | | | |
| Y | | Yeah man... | | | |
| | Yeah, hear the diesel drumming all down the line... | | | |
| | Yeah, momma and poppa told me... | | | |
| | Yeah, you got satin shoes... | | | |
| | Yeah... | | | |
| | Yeah... | | | |
| | Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by... | | | |
| | You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love... | | | |
| | You better get some sleep tonight... | | | |
| | You call yourself a Christian... | | | |
| | You can follow the road to the mountain... | | | |
| | You can make it if you try... | | | |
| | You can turn off and on more times... | | | |
| | You don't have to mean it... | | | |
| | You don't really understand... | | | |
| | You don't know what's going on... | | | |
| | You fell out of the clear blue sky... | | | |
| | You go I'll go with you little baby... | | | |
| | You gotta cook, cook, cook every mornin'... | | | |
| | You gotta move... | | | |
| | You know that we do take away... | | | |
| | You look a little dressed up... | | | |
| | You move it to the left, and you go for yourself... | | | |
| | You need some money in a hurry... | | | |
| | You offer me... | | | |
| | You whipped me... | | | |
| | You'd better grease up... | | | |
| | You're deaf to it, blind to it. It's like a thunder clap... | | | |
| | You're driving me too hard... | | | |
| | You're gonna get it straight from the shoulder... | | | |
| | You're looking good baby... | | | |
| | You're the kind of person... | | | |
| | You've got a cut throat crew, I'm gonna sink under you... | | | |
| | Your awful bright... | | | |
| | Your daddy drank himself half to death when he was 39 years old... | | | |
| | Your fingerprints in the dark... | | | |
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