Exile on Main Street lyrics

That's all right, that's all right, that's all right.
Sometimes you feel like trouble, sometimes you feel down.
Let this music relax you mind, let this music relax you mind.
Stand up and be counted, can't get a witness.
Sometimes you need somebody, if you have somebody to love.
Sometimes you ain't got nobody and you want somebody to love.
Then you don't want to walk and talk about Jesus,

Well, I never kept a dollar past sunset
It always burned a hole in my pants
Never made a school mama happy
Never blew a second chance, oh no!
I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy

Always took candy from strangers
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa

People think I'm crazy, they're always tryin' to waste me
make me burn the candle right down,
but baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause all you wimen is low down gamblers,
cheatin' like I don't know how,
but baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
don't you know that duece's stay wild.

No good, can't speak, wound up, no sleep
Sky diver insider her, skip rope, stunt flyer
Wounded lover, got no time on hand
One last cycle, thrill freak Uncle Sam
Pause for bus'ness, hope you'll understand
Judge and jury walk out hand in hand
Dietrich movies, close up boogies
kissing cunt in Cannes

Grotesque music, million dollar sad
Got no tactics, got no time on hand

(J. Moore)

I wanna tell you 'bout a dance
That's goin' around,
Everybody's doin' it
From the grownups down.
Don't move your head,
Don't move your hands,
Don't move your lips,
Just shake your hips.
Do the hip shake, babe,
Do the hip shake, babe,
Shake your hip, babe,
Shake your hip, babe.

What you don't know
Don't be afraid
Just listen to me
And do what I say.

Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm?
And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two.
Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to,
some things, well, I can't refuse,
one of them, one of them the bedroom blues.
She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line,
but take the shine right off you shoes,

I'm the man on the mountain, come on up
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud
Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start
Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar

Give me little drink from your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk

I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun

Mama says yes, Papa says no,
make up you mind 'cause I gotta go.
I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall,
drive myself right over the wall.
Rip this joint, gonna save your soul,
round and round and round we go.
Roll this joint, gonna get down low,
start my starter, gonna stop the show.
Oh, yeah!

Mister President, Mister Immigration Man,
let me in, sweetie, to your fair land.

I hear you talking when I'm on the street,
your mouth don't move but I can hear you speak.
What's the matter with the boy?
He don't come around no more,
is he checking out for sure?
Is he gonna close the door on me?

And I'm always hearing voices on the street,
I want to shout, but I can't hardly speak.
I was making love last night
to a dancer friend of mine.

I wanna tell you 'bout a dance
that's goin' around
everybody's doin' it
from the grownups down
Don't move your head
don't move your hands
don't move your lips
just shake your hips
Do the hip shake, babe
do the hip shake, babe
shake your hip, babe
shake your hip, babe

What you don't know
don't be afraid
just listen to me
and do what I say
Don't move your head

When the waters is rough,
the sailing is tough,
I'll get drowned in your love
You've got a cut throat crew,
I'm gonna sink under you,
I got the bell bottom blues,
it's gonna be the death of me
It's the graveyard watch,
running right on the rocks,
I've taken all of the knocks
You ain't giving me no quarter
I'd rather drink sea water,
I wish I'd never had brought you,

Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street
some pretty mama start breaking down on me.
Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down.
Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,
gonna make you lose your mind.

You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown,
you don't do nothing but tear my reputation down.
Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.

Got a sweet black angel,
got a pin up girl,
got a sweet black angel,
up upon my wall.
Well, she ain't no singer
and she ain't no star,
but she sure talk good,
and she move so fast.
But the gal in danger,
yeah, de gal in chains,
but she keep on pushin',
would ya take her place?
She countin' up de minutes,
she countin' up de days,
She's a sweet black angel, woh,

Hey let him follow you down,
way underground wind and he's bound.
Bound to follow you down,
just a dead beat right off the street.
Bound to follow you down.
Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos
and dressing rooms filled with parasites.
On stage the band has got problems,
they're a bag of nerves on first nights.
He ain't tied down to no home town,

Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
well, I lost a lot of love over you.
Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
but you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands
Diamond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
you feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
don't matter where you are,
ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,

Yeah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line.
Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line.
Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line.
Oh, hear the children crying all down the line.

(All down the line) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah.
(All down the line) And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah.
(All down the line) Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no,

Saw you stretched out in room ten-o-nine
With a smile on your face
And a tear right in your eye
Couldn't see to get a line on you
My sweet honey love
Berber jew'lry jangling down the street
Make you shut your eyes at ev'ry woman that you meet
Could not seem to get high on you
My sweet honey love

May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favorite tune

Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds drop your greens and blues

Thank you for your wine, California
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail
And hid the speed inside my shoe

But come on come on down Sweet Virginia