Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Rock

Writers Mark Selby, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Danny Tate

Genres Rock

Recorded 1997

Lyrics YOU CAN KEEP
WHATEVER YOU WANT BABY.
TAKE WHATEVER YOU NEED.
SWEEP UP THE PIECES
OF THIS BROKEN LOVE
AS A TOKEN TO REMEMBER ME.

DON'T CRY BABY,
YOU DID NOTHIN' WRONG.
DON'T ASK WHY
THIS STONE KEEPS ROLLIN',
IT'S JUST GOIN',
GOIN',
GOIN',
LONG GONE.

YOU CAN THINK
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BABY,
BELIEVE WHATEVER YOU WANNA BELIEVE.
DEEP IN MY HEART
I'VE LOVED YOU,
BUT MY HEART'S LIKE A TUMBLEWEED.

DON'T CRY BABY,
YOU DID NOTHIN' WRONG.
DON'T ASK WHY
THIS STONE KEEPS ROLLIN',
IT'S JUST GOIN',
GOIN',
GOIN',
LONG GONE.

WELL, I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU,
NEVER WANTED TO DESERT YOU.
BUT THAT RESTLESS WIND STARTS BLOWIN',
CAN'T HELP GOIN',
OH YEAH.

DON'T CRY BABY,
YOU DID NOTHIN' WRONG.
DON'T ASK WHY
THIS STONE KEEPS ROLLIN',
IT'S JUST GOIN',
GOIN',
GOIN',
LONG GONE.
Alt. Title Grits Ain't Groceries

Writers Titus Turner

Genres Standard, Rock, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1969

Lyrics WELL,
IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD
I'D RATHER BE A FLY,
I'LL LIGHT ON MY BABY
AND STAY WITH HER
'TILL I DIE.
WITH A TOOTHPICK
IN MY HAND,
I'D DIG
A TEN FOOT DITCH,
AND RUN
THROUGH THE JUNGLE
FIGHTIN' LIONS
WITH A SWITCH.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
YES, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL,
IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD
I GOT BLISTERS
ON MY FEET,
TRYIN' TO FIND
MY BABY
AND BRING HER HOME
WITH ME.
YOU BETTER
RUN INTO ME BABY
AND BE CONVINCED,
IF YOU
DON'T RUN INTO ME,
WOMAN,
YOU AIN'T GOT
NO SENSE.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD,
I NEVER WILL FORGET,
LOST ALL MY MONEY,
MY WOMAN AND MY PET.
I GOT TO HAVE YOU BABY,
SETTLE FOR NOTHING LESS,
GIVE UP
ALL MY GOODTIME GIRLS
AND BE SET
FOR HAPPINESS.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, YOU KNOW
I WANT YOU BABY,
YES, YOUR SMILING FACE
IS MY HEAVEN IN LIFE.

WELL, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
YES, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU BABY,
OOH-OOH,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU,
BABY,
YEAH,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU
BABY.

WELL,
IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1977

Lyrics I WAS NOTHING
BUT A LONELY BOY,
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING NEW.
AND YOU WERE NOTHING
BUT A LONELY GIRL,
BUT YOU WERE SOMETHING,
SOMETHING
LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.
I WAS A UNIVERSITY TACKLE
AND A HELL OF A BLOCK.
WHEN I PLAYED MY GUITAR,
I MADE THE CANYONS ROCK.
BUT, EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
IN THE MIDDLE
OF A STEAMY NIGHT
I'M TOSSING IN MY SLEEP.
AND IN THE MIDDLE
OF A RED-EYED DREAM
I SEE YOU COMING,
COMING ON TO ME.
I WAS OUT ON THE PROWL,
DOWN BY THE EDGE
OF THE TRACK,
AND LIKE THE SON OF A JACKAL,
I'M THE LEADER OF THE PACK.
BUT, EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.

OH, BABY,
I'M A HUNTER
IN THE DARK OF THE FOREST,
I'VE BEEN STALKING YOU,
AND TRACKING YOU DOWN.
CRUISING UP AND DOWN
THE MAIN DRAG
ALL NIGHT LONG.
WE COULD BE STANDING
ON TOP OF THE WORLD,
INSTEAD OF SINKING
FURTHER DOWN IN THE MUD.
YOU AND ME,
'ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT,
YOU AND ME,
'ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT,
SOMEONE'S
GOT TO DRAW FIRST,
DRAW FIRST,
SOMEONE'S
GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.
SOMEONE'S
GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.
OOH,
I GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.
OOH,
I GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.

I WAS NOTHING
BUT A LONELY BOY,
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING NEW.
AND YOU WERE NOTHING
BUT A LONELY GIRL,
BUT YOU WERE SOMETHING,
SOMETHING LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.
I WAS A UNIVERSITY TACKLE
AND A HELL OF A BLOCK.
WHEN I PLAYED MY GUITAR,
I MADE THE CANYONS ROCK.
BUT, EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
WELL I WAS NOTHING
BUT A LONELY,
ALL-AMERICAN BOY,
LOOKING OUT FOR SOMETHING TO DO.
AND YOU WERE NOTHING
BUT A LONELY
ALL-AMERICAN GIRL,
BUT YOU WERE SOMETHING
LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.
I WAS A UNIVERSITY TACKLE,
AND A HELL OF A BLOCK,
AND WHEN I PLAYED MY GUITAR,
I MADE THE CANYON ROCK.
BUT EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
Writers Angus Young, Malcolm Young

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1990

Lyrics ARE YOU READY,
ARE YOU READY,
ARE YOU READY.

SWEET APPLE PIE
STANDING IN THE STREET,
HANDS OUTTA LINE
LOOKING FOR SOME MEAT,
SHE'LL TAKE YOU HIGH
WHEN YOU FEEL HER STING,
SHE'LL MAKE YOU FLY
THEN YOU'RE COMING.

WHO ALL NEED IT,
WHO!
WHO ALL NEED IT,
YOU!
WHO ALL NEED IT,
WHO ALL BLEED IT,
YOU ALL BREATHE IT,
WE ALL NEED IT.

ARE YOU READY
FOR A GOOD TIME,
THEN GET READY
FOR THE NIGHTLINE.
ARE YOU READY
FOR A GOOD TIME,
THEN GET READY
FOR THE NIGHTLINE.
ARE YOU READY
FOR A GOOD TIME.

SHE'S MAKING EYES
AT EVERYTHING SHE MEET,
AIN'T IT A CRIME
WHEN SHE MAKE YOU PUMP HEAT,
SHE'LL MAKE YOU FLY
BECAUSE THAT'S HER THING,
SHE'LL MAKE YOU DRY
THEN YOU KNOW
YOU'RE BROKEN IN.

WHO ALL NEED IT,
WHO ALL NEED IT,
YOU ALL BREATHE IT,
WE ALL BLEED IT.

ARE YOU READY
FOR A GOOD TIME,
ARE YOU READY
FOR A GOOD TIME,
ARE YOU READY
FOR THE GOOD TIMES,
ARE YOU READY
FOR THE GOOD TIME.
Writers Brian Johnson, Angus Young, Malcolm Young

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1980

Lyrics BACK IN BLACK
I HIT THE SACK
I'VE BEEN TOO LONG,
I'M GLAD TO BE BACK.
YES, I'M LET LOOSE
FROM THE NOOSE
THAT'S KEPT ME
HANGIN' A BOUT.
I KEEP LOOKIN'
AT THE SKY
'CAUSE
IT'S GETTIN' ME HIGH,
FORGET THE HEARSE
'CAUSE I'LL NEVER DIE.
I GOT NINE LIVES,
CAT'S EYES,
A-BUSIN' EV'RY ONE
OF THEM
AND RUNNIN' WILD.

'CAUSE I'M BACK,
YES I'M BACK.
WELL I'M BACK,
YES I'M BACK,
WELL I'M BACK,
BACK.
WELL
I'M BACK IN BLACK,
YES,
I'M BACK IN BLACK.

BACK IN THE BACK
OF A CADILLAC,
NUMBER ONE
WITH A BULLET,
I'M A POWER PACK.
YES, I'M IN A BANG
WITH THE GANG,
THEY GOTTA CATCH ME
IF THEY WANT ME TO HANG
'CAUSE I'M BACK
ON THE TRACK,
AND I'M BEATIN'
THE FLACK,
NOBODY'S
GONNA GET ME
ON ANOTHER RAP
SO, LOOK AT ME NOW,
I'M JUST MAKIN' MY PLAY,
DON'T TRY
TO PUSH YOUR LUCK,
JUST GET OUTTA MY WAY.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1993

Lyrics [INSTRUMENTAL]
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Willie Mae (Big Mama) Thornton

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Pop, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Blues

Recorded 1968

Lyrics SITTING DOWN BY MY WINDOW,
AND I WAS LOOKIN' OUT AT THE RAIN
SITTING DOWN BY MY WINDOW, BABY,
AND I WAS SITTIN' THERE
LOOKIN' OUT AT THE RAIN
YOU KNOW SOMETHIN' STRUCK ME,
CLAMPED ON TO ME JUST LIKE A...
JUST LIKE A BALL AND CHAIN.

I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO
THESE OL' MEAN THINGS
I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO
THESE OL' MEAN THINGS TO ME
BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU,
AND I'M SO SICK
AND TIRED OF LIVIN' IN MISERY.

I KNOW YOU GONNA MISS ME, BABY,
OH YES, YOU'RE GONNA MISS
ALL OF THOSE SWEET THINGS.
I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME, BABY,
YOU'RE GONNA MISS
ALL OF THOSE SWEET, SWEET THINGS.
AND THEN YOU'LL FIND
THAT YOUR WHOLE LIFE
WILL BE LIKE MINE,
ALL WRAPPED UP
LIKE A BALL AND CHAIN.

I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO THESE OL' MEAN THINGS
I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO
THESE OL' MEAN THINGS TO ME
I SAID THAT LOVE'S
GONNA LAST WITH YOU FOREVER,
IT'S GONNA LAST,
I SAID IT'S GONNA LAST,
OH, GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY,
FOR ALL ETERNITY,
WHOA, YEAH.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1977

Lyrics THE SIRENS
ARE SCREAMING
AND THE FIRES
ARE HOWLING
WAY DOWN
IN THE VALLEY
TONIGHT.
THERE'S A MAN
IN THE SHADOWS
WITH A GUN
IN HIS EYE,
AND A BLADE SHINING
OH, SO BRIGHT.
THERE'S EVIL
IN THE AIR
AND THERE'S THUNDER
IN THE SKY,
AND A KILLER'S ON
THE BLOODSHOT STREETS.
AND DOWN IN THE TUNNEL
WHERE THE DEADLY
ARE RISING,
OH, I SWEAR
I SAW A YOUNG BOY
DOWN IN THE GUTTER,
HE WAS STARTING
TO FOAM
IN THE HEAT.

OH, BABY,
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
IN THIS WHOLE WORLD
THAT'S PURE
AND GOOD
AND RIGHT.
AND WHEREVER
YOU ARE,
AND WHEREVER
YOU GO,
THERE'S ALWAYS GONNA BE
SOME LIGHT.
BUT I GOTTA GET OUT,
I GOTTA BREAK IT OUT
NOW,
BEFORE THE FINAL CRACK
OF DAWN.
SO WE GOTTA MAKE
THE MOST
OF OUR ONE NIGHT
TOGETHER,
WHEN IT'S OVER
YOU KNOW,
WE'LL BOTH BE
SO ALONE.

LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
WHEN THE NIGHT IS OVER,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE,
GONE,
GONE.
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
BUT WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
AND THE SUN GOES DOWN
AND THE MOONLIGHT'S
SHINING THROUGH...
THEN LIKE A SINNER
BEFORE THE GATES
OF HEAVEN,
I'LL COME CRAWLING
ON BACK TO YOU.

I'M GONNA HIT
THE HIGHWAY
LIKE A BATTERING RAM
ON A SILVER
BLACK
PHANTOM BIKE.
WHEN THE METAL
IS HOT
AND THE ENGINE
IS HUNGRY,
AND WE'RE ALL
ABOUT TO SEE
THE LIGHT.
NOTHING EVER GROWS
IN THIS ROTTING
OLD HOLE,
AND EVERYTHING
IS STUNTED
AND LOST.
AND NOTHING
REALLY ROCKS
AND NOTHING
REALLY ROLLS,
AND NOTHING'S
EVER
WORTH THE COST.
AND I KNOW
THAT I'M DAMNED
IF I NEVER GET OUT,
AND MAYBE I'M DAMNED
IF I DO.
BUT WITH EVERY OTHER BEAT
I GOT LEFT IN MY HEART,
YOU KNOW I'D RATHER
BE DAMNED WITH YOU.
IF I GOTTA
BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT
WITH YOU.
IF I GOTTA
BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
GOTTA BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
GOTTA BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT
WITH YOU.
OH,

THE SIRENS
ARE SCREAMING
AND THE FIRES
ARE HOWLING
WAY DOWN
IN THE VALLEY
TONIGHT.
THERE'S A MAN
IN THE SHADOWS
WITH A GUN
IN HIS EYE,
AND A BLADE SHINING
OH, SO BRIGHT.
THERE'S EVIL
IN THE AIR
AND THERE'S THUNDER
IN THE SKY,
AND A KILLER'S ON
THE BLOODSHOT STREETS.
AND DOWN IN THE TUNNEL
WHERE THE DEADLY
ARE RISING,
OH, I SWEAR
I SAW A YOUNG BOY
DOWN IN THE GUTTER,
HE WAS STARTING
TO FOAM
IN THE HEAT.

OH, BABY,
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
IN THIS WHOLE WORLD
THAT'S PURE
AND GOOD
AND RIGHT.
AND WHEREVER
YOU ARE,
AND WHEREVER
YOU GO,
THERE'S ALWAYS
GONNA BE SOME LIGHT.
BUT I GOTTA GET OUT,
I GOTTA BREAK IT
OUT NOW,
BEFORE
THE FINAL CRACK
OF DAWN.
SO WE GOTTA MAKE
THE MOST
OF OUR ONE NIGHT
TOGETHER,
WHEN IT'S OVER
YOU KNOW,
WE'LL BOTH BE
SO ALONE.

LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
WHEN THE NIGHT IS OVER,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE,
GONE,
GONE.
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
BUT WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
AND THE SUN GOES DOWN
AND THE MOONLIGHT'S
SHINING THROUGH...
THEN LIKE A SINNER
BEFORE THE GATES
OF HEAVEN,
I'LL COME CRAWLING
ON BACK TO YOU.
THEN LIKE A SINNER
BEFORE THE GATES
OF HEAVEN,
I'LL COME CRAWLING
ON BACK TO YOU.

I CAN SEE MYSELF
TEARING UP THE ROAD,
FASTER THAN ANY OTHER BOY
HAS EVER GONE.
AND MY SKIN IS RAW
BUT MY SOUL IS RIPE,
AND NO ONE'S GONNA
STOP ME NOW,
I'M GONNA MAKE
MY ESCAPE!
BUT I CAN'T STOP
THINKING OF YOU,
AND I NEVER SEE
THE SUDDEN CURVE
TILL IT'S WAY
TOO LATE.
AND I NEVER SEE
THE SUDDEN CURVE
TILL IT'S WAY
TOO LATE.

THEN I'M DYING
AT THE BOTTOM
OF THE PIT
IN THE BLAZING SUN.
TORN AND TWISTED
AT THE FOOT
OF A BURNING BIKE.
AND I THINK

SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE
MUST BE TOLLING
A BELL.
AND THE LAST THING
I SEE
IS MY HEART
STILL BEATING.
BREAKING OUT
OF MY BODY,
AND FLYING AWAY,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
THEN I'M DYING
AT THE BOTTOM
OF A PIT
IN THE BLAZING SUN.
TORN AND TWISTED
AT THE FOOT
OF A BURNING BIKE.
AND I THINK
SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE
MUST BE TOLLING
A BELL.
AND THE LAST THING
I SEE
IS MY HEART,
STILL BEATING...
STILL BEATING.
BREAKING OUT
OF MY BODY
AND FLYING AWAY,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
Writers Valerie Broussard, Alex Forbes

Genres Rock, Pop

Recorded 2015

Lyrics I DIVE IN TOO DEEP,
SOUL LEAVES MY BODY,
THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED
TO HAPPEN.
WORDS
FALL FROM YOUR LIPS,
ALL I KNOW
IS THIS
BEEN DRIVEN TO DISTRACTION.

SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
CAN'T STOP THINKING
'BOUT YOU,
I TRIED
BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
IT'S TIME
YOU KNEW THE TRUTH
I TRIED TO FORGET YOU.

I KEEP TAKING OFF
BEFORE ALL IS LOST,
'CUZ I CAN
ALMOST TASTE THE DANGER.
I'LL JUST CLOSE MY EYES,
BLOCK OUT ALL THE NOISE,
SUCH SWEET SURRENDER.

SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
CAN'T STOP THINKING
'BOUT YOU,
I TRIED
BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
IT'S TIME
YOU KNEW THE TRUTH
I TRIED TO FORGET YOU.

DA DA,
DA DA,
DA OOH.

SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
CAN'T STOP THINKING
'BOUT YOU,
I TRIED
BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
IT'S TIME
YOU KNEW THE TRUTH
I TRIED TO FORGET YOU.
Writers Angus Young, Malcolm Young

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1993

Lyrics RIOT ON THE RADIO,
PICTURES ON THE TV,
INVADER MAN
TAKE WHAT HE CAN.
SHOOTOUT
ON THE SILVER SCREEN,
STICKING THEM UP
AND KNOCKING THEM DOWN,
LIVING OUT A FANTASY.

THERE'S A BAD MAN
CRUISING AROUND
IN A BIG BLACK LIMOUSINE,
DON'T LET IT BE WRONG,
DON'T LET IT BE RIGHT,
GET IN HIS WAY,
YOU'RE DEAD
IN HIS SIGHTS.

BIG GUN,
BIG GUN
NUMBER ONE,
BIG GUN,
BIG GUN
KICK THE HELL
OUT OF YOU.

TERMINATORS,
UZI MAKERS,
SHOOTING UP
HOLLYWOOD,
SNAKES ALIVE
WITH A 45,
GETTING OFF
AND DOING NO GOOD.
IF YOU AIN'T WISE
THEY'LL CANNIBALISE,
TEAR FLESH OFF YOU.
CLASSIFIED LADY KILLERS
PREYING IN THE HUMAN ZOO,
THEY SADDLE YOU UP
AND TAKE YOU TO TOWN,
BETTER LOOK OUT
WHEN HE COME AROUND.

BIG GUN,
BIG GUN
NUMBER ONE,
BIG GUN,
BIG GUN
KICK THE HELL
OUT OF YOU.

YEAH,
SHOW DOWN.
OOOOH,
YEAH YEAH,
YE YEAH YEAH.

BIG GUN,
BIG GUN
NUMBER ONE,
MMMMMMMMMMM
WHOA WHOA,
YEAH YEAH,
B-B-B-B-B-B-B
BIG GUN,
GOT A HOT ONE,
BIG GUN,
GOT A NUMBER ONE.
BIG GUN,
HOT HOT HOT,
GOT A BIG GUN,
READY OR NOT,
BIG GUN,
GIVE IT,
GIVE IT A SHOT,
C'MON.

TERMINATORS,
UZI MAKERS,
REGULATORS,
GONNA GET YOU LATER.
BIG GUN
KICK THE HELL
OUT OF YOU.
Alt. Title Big Ten Inch Record

Writers Fred Weismantel

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded 1975

Lyrics GOT ME THE STRANGEST WOMAN,
BELIEVE ME,
THIS CHICK'S NO CINCH.
BUT I REALLY GET HER GOIN'
WHEN I TAKE OUT
MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

LAST NIGHT I TRIED TO TEASE HER;
I GAVE HER A LITTLE PINCH.
BUT SHE SAID,
NOW STOP THAT JIVIN'
AND GET OUT THAT BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

I COVER HER WITH KISSES
WHEN WE'RE IN A LOVERS' CLINCH,
AND WHEN SHE GETS ALL EXCITED
SHE BEGS FOR MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

MY GAL DON'T GO FOR SMOKIN',
AND LIQUOR JUST MAKES HER FLINCH.
SEEMS SHE JUST GOES FOR NOTHING
EXCEPT MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.
Writers Mark Selby, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Tia Sillers

Genres Rock, Country

Recorded 1998

Lyrics verse 1:
NIGHT FALLS AND I'M ALONE.
SKIN CHILLED TO THE BONE.
YOU TURNED AND YOU RAN,
SLIPPED RIGHT FROM MY HANDS.

Chorus:
BLUE ON BLACK,
TEARS ON A RIVER.
PUSH ON SHOVE,
DON'T MEAN MUCH.
JOKER ON JACK,
MATCH ON A FIRE.
COLD ON ICE,
A DEAD MAN'S TOUCH.
WHISPER ON A SCREAM
DOESN'T MEAN A THING.
WON'T BRING YOU BACK,
BLUE ON BLACK.

verse 2:
BLIND, NOW I SEE TRUTH,
LIES, AND IN BETWEEN.
WRONG CAN'T BE UNDONE,
SLIPPED FROM THE TIP
OF YOUR TONGUE.

Chorus:
BLUE ON BLACK,
TEARS ON A RIVER.
PUSH ON SHOVE,
DON'T MEAN MUCH.
JOKER ON JACK,
MATCH ON A FIRE.
COLD ON ICE,
A DEAD MAN'S TOUCH.
WHISPER ON A SCREAM
DOESN'T MEAN A THING.
WON'T BRING YOU BACK,
BLUE ON BLACK.
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