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Annie (Likes the Girls)
I see you lookin' at Annie, watchin' the way
she's walkin' away.
She' fine. No lyin'
But don't you notice that the boy's aren't
tryin' no more.
No score.
She'a good friend but there's no amour.
And in her eyes there's a fire -- she do
generate the boy's desire.
She's a free mover with a self-sufficient
air
And if the boys all think she's crazy, well,
she just don't care.
You can't tell it in the way that she walks.
You don't notice it right away when she
talks.
But when it gets right down to it she balks
and you know that --
Annie likes the girls.
Annie likes the girls.
I remember when I first saw her, burgundy
dress with the coral floral print.
She looked at me; smile was slight.
Said, "There's a lady that I wanna get to
know tonight."
Oh what a night; we were dancin' 'til the
mornin' light.
Came the dawn, I was on fire;
Said, "Little girl, you gotta take me
higher."
She said, "No! It's not that way. We had our
fun, but I don't want to stay with you. No
chance."
She loved the night and she loved to dance.
What looked like lust was just a wistful
glance 'cause
Annie likes the girls.
Annie likes the girls, yeah.
I still see Annie 'round the neighborhood
and I'm tellin you boys she's still looking
good.
She's got a lover -- my old girlfriend --
When I see her I say, "How the hell've you
been, my friend?"
We still go dancin' every now and then and
when we move we set the place on fire.
The boys come up to me and say, "Hey man,
let me try her."
So they dance with Annie. They get hooked.
They get hot.
They get high like they'd put down a double
shot.
And they try to move in one by one.
One by one they'd tumble; the girl's just
havin' fun.
And there's always this guy, you could see
it in his eye that it just doesn't click.
He'll move over to me and say, "Man, what's
the matter with that chick?"
I say,
"You can't tell it in the way that she
walks.
You don't notice it right away when she
talks.
But when it gets right down to it, she balks
and you know that..
Annie likes the girls.
Annie likes the girls."
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Old Friend Jack
Do you remember my old friend Jack?
They caught him with some cocaine a long
while back.
Well he's home now and he's trying to start
a new life.
I'd really like to make it over there to see
him and his wife.
He played a mighty fine guitar, mandolin and
steel.
He used to play a lot before he started to
deal
And I'm hoping that he hasn't forgotten how
to sing
And that prison hasn't scarred his soul and
ruined everything.
He was such an inspiration to me.
When he played and sang, he made it look so
easy
And when my songs were just beginning to
come
He told me this, "You've got to follow your
bliss.
A song is like a kiss. You've got to put
yourself into it."
So Steve if you can manage to maybe scare up
a car,
We'll go wake up Billy and tell him to grab
a guitar
You can drive and I can roll
And we'll be there by high noon.
Maybe Jack will surprise us with a brand new
tune.
He was such an inspiration to me.
When he played and sang, he made it look so
easy
And when my songs were just beginning to
come
He told me this, "You've got to follow your
bliss.
A song is like a kiss. You've got to put
yourself into it."
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Soundtrack (Max and I)
Max and I drove south last week looking for
the poetry of the road.
Lookin' for the slant rhymes of the red
lights and white lines.
I took the wheel and he posed the questions,
"Isn't it amazing everything has a name?"
We packed up that dusty red jeep with
everything we thought we'd need.
Mayonnaise and mustard and cans of chili
beans
Headed down that tunnel between two truckers
speeding; I closed my eyes and let their
current pull me.
And while the beat of the tire whine rumbles
through our driftin' minds
Telephone poles, street sign,s and neon red
night lights,
Cassette tapes of skinny girls add their
wail to the soundtrack of our buddy movie
rerun.
Max and I drove south last week looking for
the poetry of the road.
Lookin' for the slant rhymes of the red
lights and white lines.
I took the wheel and he posed the questions,
"Who ever invented napalm and why?"
Then we turned west to the slice in the
clouds where the light bled the sky
Over bridges and water and steep mountain
pass.
I would have painted that sight if I could
have stopped
But we flew down to where the land met its
mate.
Parked the car. We said, "Leave the shoes --
we're done for the day, for a week, for a
life."
And we walked until dark by the low
thundering hum
Of that patient old place to where we had
come,
Then we ate and we slept in the open shade
to the soundtrack of some other fate...
Max and I drove south last week looking for
the poetry of the road.
Lookin' for the slant rhymes of the red
lights and white lines.
I grabbed the wheel. I had the wheel.
I took the wheel and he posed the questions,
"Aren't you glad we're not driving to L. A.?
We can't drive to L. A. Should we drive to
L.A.?"
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