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I was on my way down to Mexico,
there was trouble on the rise.
It was nothing more than I’d left behind,
which was much to my surprise.
I turned around and lit a cigarette
wiped the dust off of my boots.
When up ahead I saw the crowd,
I knew it was no use.

I’ts been the same way for Oh so long,
it looks like I’m singing the same old song.

A fine and fancy man was he,
doing good things for the poor.
Givin’ rides in his rockin’ Eighty-eight for free.
They could not hope for more.
When it came my turn he said to me,
“Have I seen your face before?”
I said, “Oh no, you must be wrong,
I’m from a distant shore.

So if you don’t mind, I’ll just move along
but it looks like I’m singin’ the same old song.”

A Nineteen Forty movie star
with a long forgotten name.
She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress,
still hangin’ on to fame.
With forgotten lines she missed her cue
and left a glass of wine at home.
She was singin’ the same song that I was.
Could we both be wrong?

So hand in hand we walked along,
each of us singin’ the same old song.

She used to drive a beat up pickup
Down around San Antone
Stealin’ the heart of every guy in town
Includin’ the one I own
But this sweet young thing of seventeen
Would sting you with the lovesick blues
Just a blonde haired blue eyed picture of sin
Lookin’ for someone to use

She’s a lover ‘n fighter, she’s a wild bull rider
And I’m wonderin’ why she left me such a long time ago
She’s a heartbreaker, she’s a love taker
She can break a heart and take all the love she needs

Well I heard she got down in Beaumont
And she wound up in El Paso
She was tuff as a boot and thin as a rail
And she could step to the cotton eyed Joe
If you run across this flagrant fuzzy
Slip in and get her while you can
Cause before too long she’ll be good as gone
And runnin’ with another man

She’s a lover ‘n fighter, she’s a wild bull rider
And I’m wonderin’ why she left me such a long time ago
She’s a heartbreaker, she’s a love taker
She can break a heart and take all the love she needs

Have mercy, been waitin’ for the bus all day.
Have mercy, been waitin’ for the bus all day.
I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay.

Have mercy, old bus be packed up tight.
Have mercy, old bus be packed up tight.
Well, I’m glad just to get on and home tonight.

Right on, that bus done got me back.
Right on, that bus done got me back.
Well, I’ll be ridin’ on the bus till I Cadillac.

Words and music by billy gibbons.

Well, i’m tryin’, yes i’m tryin just to get a line on you
Where you been?
But i’m havin’ trouble puttin’ a find on you
I’m wearin’ thin
Somebody else been shaking your tree.
Supposed to saving all that stuff for me.

You been hidin’, yes your’re hidin’, you been stayin’ out on me.
Sneakin’ ’round.
Me and you ain’t workin’ out just like we oughta be.

You’ve got me down.
Somebody else been shaking your tree.
Supposed to be saving all that stuff for me.

I’m tired of foolin’ around with you, and sittin’ here alone.
It’s on my mind.
I think it’s time for me to find a new tree of my own.
It’s plantin’ time.
Anything you wanna do is cool with me.
I don’t care who shakes your tree.

She likes to shoot her gun,
Shootin’ at the target of love.
She likes to load her chamber,
Hot and tight like a black leather glove.
She’s a little freak, but she’ll take you in.
You might be sittin’ at the end of a firing pin.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She’s a real gun lover,
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She’s a real gun lover tonight.

She’s so particular, she likes a Smith and Wesson or Colt.
But she’ll give you some lovin’ as long as she’s cockin’ the bolt.
Better hold on when she’s up to her tricks
Playin’ Russian Roulette but she’ll load all six.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She’s a real gun lover,
Gun love, (gun love) gun love, (gun love) gun love,
She’s a real gun lover tonight.

She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero.
Running with the wild bunch, makin’ like a Robert Dinero.
She’s kinda shy but make no mistake,
She’ll shoot you full of love till your love bone aches.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
She’s a real gun lover,
Gun love, (gun love) gun love, gun love,
She’s a real gun lover tonight.
She’s a real gun lover.
She’s a real gun lover tonight.

Funky Cold Medina
Tone Loc
cold cooling at a ball
looking for some action
but like Mick Jagger said
I can’t get no satisfaction
the girls are all around
but none of them wanna get with me
my threads are fresh and I’m looking def
yo wassup with the l o c
the girls are all jocking
at the other end of the bar
having drinks with some no name chump
when they know that I’m the star
so I got up and strolled over
to the other side of the cantina
I asked the guy, “why you so fly?”
he said “funky cold medina”

this brother told me a secret
on how to get more chicks
put a little medina in your glass
and the girls’ll come real quick
it’s better than any alcohol
or afrodesiac
a couple of sips of this love potion and she’ll be on your lap
so I gave some to my dog, when he began to big
and then he licked his bowl and he looked at me
and did the wild thing on my leg
he used to scratch and bite me
before he was much much meaner
but now all the poodles run to my house for the funky cold medina

you know what I’m saying
I got every dog in my neighborhood breaking down my door
I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Strolls
they won’t leave my dog alone with that medina thing

I went up to this girl
she said “Hi, my name Sheena”
I thought she’d be good to go with a little funk cold medina,
she said “I’d like a drink”, I said “ok, I’ll go get it”
and then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was
with it
so I took her to my crib
and everything went well as planned
but when she got undressed it was big old mess
Sheena was a man
so I threw him out
I don

Everything about her was natural
Everything about her was cool
But I’m a little partial for beautiful girls
Even if they blood runs blue

I think I see her
I think I want her
I think I love her
She’s Just Killing Me
I think she’s killing me

Her castanets are enormous
Her bongo beat absolute
And when she doin’ midnite performances
She’s got a secret somethin’ to boot

I think I see her
I think I want her
Oh, I think I love her
But she’s just killing me
I think she’s killing me

Miss satanic pandemonia
Don’t get any lower or slower
What you see is what you get conmigo
And the bonus of an albino boa

I think I see her
I think I want her
Yes, I think I love her
She’s just killing me
She’s just killing me
(that’s some time I had)

I think I see her
I know I love her
Yes, I might love her
She’s just killing me
She wanna be killing me
(suck my blood)

(Spoken: Douse that light….)

Now I just got back from baby’s,
we been rollin’ al night long.
I saidI just got back from baby’s,
we been rollin’ al night long.
She comeon likes and loves me,
but I feel like somethin’ wrong.

Now, sometimes I go se baby,
and sometimes she come see me.
I said, sometimes I go se baby,
and sometimes baby come see me.
I got a funny, funny feelin’
I’m not the only man she sees.

Now, I just got back from baby’s,
big white house on the hill.
I said, I just got back from baby’s,
big white house on the hill.
If her lovin’ don’t get me,
I know her husband will.

back to top

High class Slim came floatin’ in
down from the county line.
Just gettin’ right on Saturday night,
ridin’ with some friends of mine.
They invited me just to come and see
just what was on their minds
and then I took my first long look
at the Master of Sparks on high.

In the back of Jimmy’s Mack
stood a round steel cage
welded into shape by Slim,
made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
strapped in there safe and sound.
I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks will fly
if that thing ever hit the ground.

Slim was so pleased when I had eased
into his trap of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
and I though I’d breathed my last breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
and the crowd was just about right.
The speed was too, so out I flew
like a stick of rollin’ dynamite.

When I hit the ground you could hear the sound
and see the sparks a country mile.
End over end I began to spin
but the ball started runnin’ wild.
But it was too late as I met my fate
and the ball started gettin’ hot.
But through the sparks and the flame I knew that the claim
of the Master of Sparks was gone.

You know I’m wild about you, baby,
been keepin’ me from my sleep at night.
You know I’m hung up on you, little doll,
you just don’t treat your daddy right.

You know you crazy when you get drunks, you be talkin’ all out your head.
You’re acting mighty strange about me, sayin’ those things you said.
I’m just wild about you, baby,
been keepin’ me from my sleeps at night.
You know I’m hung up on you, little darlin’,
you just don’t treat your daddy right, oh yeah.

D’ya know I came home last night and I looked down on the floor,
I saw a fine pair of alligators, somethin’ I never had before.
But I’m wild about you, baby,
been keepin’ me from my sleeps at night.
You know I’m hung up on you, little darlin’,
you just don’t treat your daddy right.

Said, now honey if you don’t stop messin’ round with me,
try’n to make me out a dumbbell, somethin’ I ain’t never gonna be.
I’m still wild about you, baby,
you been keepin’ me from my sleeps at night.
You know I’m hung up on you, little doll,
but you just don’t treat your daddy right.