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Lay Down Mott The Hoople We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at Whiskey Women Mott The Hoople Who do you think you are looking at me like that Put your face on someone else's head Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg Put yourself in someone else's bed Whiskey women, American lay Whiskey Ballad Of Mott Mott The Hoople I changed my name in search of fame to find the Midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then what I want now, twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans and we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion Road To Birmingham Mott The Hoople His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men. Alice Mott The Hoople And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky, She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street, with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet, and when a stranger said she All The Way To Memphis Mott The Hoople Forgot my six-string razor, hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized Well, I rang the information, my axe was cold They said, she rides the train to Oreoles Now it's a mighty long way down the All The Way From Memphis Mott The Hoople way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month And there Home Is Where I Want To Be Mott The Hoople Maybe I'm just a loser Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be Came to town with an even chance I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me Gave it a try but now I'm ready to I'm A Cadillac/El Camino Dolo Roso Mott The Hoople When I feel so down, like a worn out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains But it won't be Midnight Lady Mott The Hoople Well I went down to the bunny station Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Ballad Of Mott The Hoople Mott The Hoople I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty ocean And we had a few divides But we never crossed Ballad Of The Mott Hoople Mott The Hoople I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty ocean And we had a few divides But we never crossed At The Crossroads Mott The Hoople Leaving me girl and moving on down the road You left me many burdens such a heavy load Well the crossroads all my life it has been And it sure does bring me out when I think about what went down And I'm Jerkin' Crocus Mott The Hoople Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time Black Hills Mott The Hoople Cause I've been down so long and I don't know where to come. Looking out the backdoor to the empty hills beyond over there. There's something I don't understand. Thunderbuck Ram (LP Ver.) Mott The Hoople come a time when sorrow's hard to find And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the Thunderbuck Ram Mott The Hoople come a time when sorrow's hard to find And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the Angel Of Eighth Avenue Mott The Hoople The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. The Moon Upstairs Mott The Hoople Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Oh oh oh good for your body it's good American Pie/The Golden Age Of Rock 'n' Roll Mott The Hoople Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine Drivin' Sister Mott The Hoople Eight-track machine playing 'half moon bay' Drivin' in my volks down on hamstead way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate Hey mister bartender won't you gimme Trudi's Song Mott The Hoople She doesn't have to say - she only has to look I think she sees through me - reads me like a book And I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me Mmmmm, I got my babe, Mmmmm, I got my babe, And the The Journey Mott The Hoople All the changes they will take their time In the morning dust they'll begin to rise Halfway to a borderline Well i can see the end For the very first time Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey No Wheels To Ride Mott The Hoople No wheels to ride No wheels to travel No tracks to take on down The road I walk is getting heavy But I must still go on And in the night I hear the calling As the train goes by Then all I hear is my footsteps Through The Looking Glass Mott The Hoople Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than that too Oh mirror - what did I do to you? Born Late '58 Mott The Hoople She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off her rail. The Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Fighting for a place in the front row. Death May Be Your Santa Claus Mott The Hoople How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that Saturday Gigs Mott The Hoople In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company.