Live Bullet lyrics

Yeah, I'm gonna tell my tale come on, uh come on, give a listen
Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside
Learned to spin fortune wheels and throw dice
I was just thirteen when I had to leave home
Knew I couldn't stick around
I had to roam, ain't good lookin'
But you know I ain't shy
Ain't afraid to look you girl, hey in the eye
So if you need some lovin' and you need it right away

Words and music by Bob Seger

B-side of "Like A Rock" and on the soundtrack to the movie "About Last Night"

When the sun came up this morning
And she smiled her smile for me

I felt it for the first time

Something deep inside of me

So you can take your midnight ramblin' boys

And you can keep your winding roads

She's livin' inside my heart now

Livin' inside

I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin'
My '60 Cadillac was rollin' through Nebraska whinin'
Doin' a hundred twenty, man the fields was bendin' over
Headin' out for the mountains knowin' we was travelin' further
All our fires were blazin' and the spinnin' wheels were turnin' turnin'
Had my girl beside me brother brother she was burnin' burnin'

I wanna be a lawyer
Doctor or professor
A member of the UMC

I want an air conditioner
Cottage on the river
And all the money I can see

I wanna drive a Lincoln
Spend my evenings drinking
The very best burgandy

I want a yacht for sailing
Private eye for tailing
My wife if She's a bit too free

I've been told ever since a boy
that's what one aught to be
A part of the UMC

I think I'm goin' to Katmandu,
I think it's really where I'm going to
Hey if I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do

[Chorus:]
Kkkkkk,Katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
Hey if I ever get out of here
I'm goin to Katmandu

I got no kick against the west coast,
Warner Brothers are such good hosts
I raise my whiskey glass, give 'em a toast,

He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man
He wants his home and security
He wants to live like a sailor at sea

Beautiful loser
Where you gonna fall?
When you realize, you just can't have it all

He's your oldest and your best friend
If you need him, he'll be there again
He's always willing to be second-best
A perfect lodger, a perfect guest

Beautiful loser

You hit the street, you feel them staring
You know they hate you you can feel their eyes a glarin'
Because you're different, because you're free
Because you're everything deep down they wish they could be

[Chorus:]
You're lookin back (lookin back) they're lookin back (lookin back)
Too many people lookin back
You're lookin back (lookin back) they're lookin back (lookin back)

There's a churchhouse, gin house, schoolhouse, outhouse
On the U.S. 19, hey the people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, ahh Nutbush
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

25 is the speed limit, motorcycles not allowed in it
Go to town on Saturday, go to church every Sunday
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale, can't find a female

Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars

Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me

Sometimes at night, I see their faces

Jody Girl, Jody Girl, Spend your time today
Watchin' clocks, spin the hours away
Jody girl, you know the world
Goin' round all day
Thinkin' back
To the things you used to say

Didn't he put you on a pedastal
When first you met
Sure was some honeymoon
Ain't it hard to forget

Now whatever happened to that crazy boy
With the love light in his eye
Used to bring you flowers every day

I've been working
I've been working so hard
I've been working
I've been working so hard
I come home make love to you
Makin' love to you, now

I've been grinding
I've been grinding for so long
I've been grinding
Grinding for so long
I come home
I want you in my arms
I want you in my arms

I said woman woman woman woman woman
Woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
Hey

Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard
Mama gonna buy you a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don't sing
She gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
Baby gonna take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
He gonna have to come an talk to me

Said hey Bo Diddley
Hey now Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley

I walked 47 miles of barbed wire

Don't you ever listen to the radio
When the big bad beat comes on
I know you gotta dig it child
I know you can't stop
Come on a little too strong

I'm talkin 'bout heavy music
Heavy music
Heavy music
Heavy music, Heavy music

Don't you ever feel like goin' insane
When the drummer begin to pound
Ain't there ever been a time in your little lives

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's one note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama
Workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new shoes
tryin to find a lady, chase away my blues
Hot and wasted sweatin' in the sun
(?) 'till my work is all done

Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low
I'll be out there waitin' for the whistle to blow