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Real Emotion John Hiatt CHORUS: Real emotion you never could show Real emotion you couldn't let go of the notion that real emotion isn't so You cut and you chisel and you render your image of man Then you live like a The Real One John Hiatt Righteous light and disenchanted But you both said you'd call it living Her heart's undressed that's what she's giving CHORUS: And hold on to your baby Don't let her love slip away She's the real Real Fine Love John Hiatt have the luck Rolled out of Indiana in the back of a pickup truck With no education higher Than the street of my hometown I went lookin' for a fire Just to burn it all down CHORUS: You've got a real I'm A Real Man John Hiatt I'm a real man I got a real guitar I'm a real man don't even know where the boys are I don't want to frighten you little girl you're so sweet and nice But I don't want to have to tell you twice I'm a real Radio Girl (Album Version) John Hiatt Hey Get in your car and go Dependin' on how you feel Turn up your radio DJ says the love is real He thinks it's the latest sensation And you just keep changin' the station Believe me baby Do you know what Radio Girl John Hiatt Get in your car and go Dependin' on how you feel Turn up your radio DJ says the love is real He thinks it's the latest sensation And you just keep changin' the station (believe me baby) Do you Cop Party John Hiatt Down on the beat They're lining up everyone Who's got a mind on a bullet and a mouth like a gun Boys and girls Stripped to their innocence We run some real weak links in this long chain of events Cop Party (Album Version) John Hiatt Down on the beat They're lining up everyone Who's got a mind on a bullet and a mouth like a gun Boys and girls Stripped to their innocence We run some real weak links in this long chain of events Cop party Mine by Daylight John Hiatt free Your boss calls you his lieutenant Our kids call you mama too Tonight I'm gonna call you something Mind, if that's all right with you All the love you can stand Let me be your man Hold on real Take Another Look John Hiatt At what you find 'Cause what you find May be all right Take another look At what you see 'Cause you may find That it's all right Maybe I look like I'm nowhere But I'm right here And I'm a real The Walking Dead John Hiatt eyeball's runnin' Just like a razor down her leg CHORUS: Baby's joined the walking dead Up from her grave Another white slave Nothin' goes in or out of her head Never you mind Tryin' to find A real Spy Boy John Hiatt fellow's gotta eat I see those vampires sucking blood I hear those dull thuds I guess it's trick or treat CHORUS: I'm a Spy Boy I'm a Spy Boy Oh this music is hell Man why don't you turn it up real Spy Boy (Cruising / Soundtrack Ver.) John Hiatt tonight but a fellow's gotta eat I see those vampires sucking blood I hear those dull thuds I guess it's trick or treat I'm a Spy Boy I'm a Spy Boy Oh this music is hell Man why don't you turn it up real Pirate Radio John Hiatt One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? This Secret Life John Hiatt Address unknown This secret life This secret life And I am chilled to be here Among these ghosts so heaven-bent With hell to pay for rent When I am holding you near I'm not so sure this world is real Thank You Girl John Hiatt couldn't hold a candle to your kind If all men are equal This must be against the law 'Cause I can't help but feeling I'm one up on my brother when night falls 'Cause in your arms I get the real Confidence Man John Hiatt You're a real soft touch, But I'm a confidence man. When We Ran John Hiatt Right through our hands Maybe I was tryin' to tell ya I'd never known a love so strong Maybe in the shadows of the night We just couldn't tell right from wrong Maybe its a real-life story Livin When We Ran (Album Version) John Hiatt slippin' through our hands Right through our hands Maybe I was tryin' to tell ya I'd never known a love so strong Maybe in the shadows of the night We just couldn't tell right from wrong Maybe it's a real Old People John Hiatt cushy Old people are pushing and they aren't mushy Old people are pushing cause life ain't cushy Old people are pushing cause you don't know how they feel And when you pretend you do They know it's not real When You Hold Me Tight John Hiatt don't ever let go Please don't ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real Straight Outta Time John Hiatt straight outta time just like an old man's fiddle Looking for the dance; gonna meet me in the middle I'm never gonna figure out the way that I feel - Running straight outta time, but my love's still real True Believer John Hiatt the dust off a Dixie, start all over again CHORUS: It was Saturday night and I swore I'd never leave her We had the boss man blastin' on the radio receiver they say history plays tricks, she's a real Circle Back John Hiatt which way to go To get on out of here I lost my thread And I've lost some time But it takes a lot of ground For me to change my mind Two kids up and at 'em One more left at home She's a spark plug, a real The Crush John Hiatt crush on me Little girl can't you see that I'm gone Now I ain't gonna listen to reason Ain't no excuse for the way that I feel Before a word was spoke I knew it weren't no joke Baby this love is real Wintertime Blues John Hiatt Lovin' in the kitchen, what have we got to lose Just a nasty case of these ol' wintertime blues Cold as snot with a big frozen smile Ain't foolin' nobody after a while Time to let the cat out, I've got a real The Crush (Album Version) John Hiatt the crush on me Little girl can't you see that I'm gone Now I ain't gonna listen to reason Ain't no excuse for the way that I feel Before a word was spoke I knew it weren't no joke Baby this love is real Conquer Me Conquer You John Hiatt Rose John Hiatt Is Anyone There? 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