Тексты песен «J.J. Cale»

Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on Ain't nothing to it Got to get down and do it I tell you the truth Ain't jivin' you Lord, Lord, we got a thing going on Something in this place It's...

Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on Ain't nothing to it Got to get down and do it I tell you the truth Ain't jivin' you Lord, Lord, we got a thing going on Something in this place It's...

Look here we got a thing going on Never fear we got a thing going on Ain't nothing to it Got to get down and do it I tell you the truth Ain't jivin' you Lord, lord, we got a thing going on Something in this place It's...

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out After midnight, we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout We're gonna cause talk and suspicion Give an exhibition Find out what it is all about After midnight, we're gonna let it...

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out After midnight, we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout We're gonna cause talk and suspicion Give an exhibition Find out what it is all about After midnight, we're gonna let it...

She brings me flowers from the waterwell She keeps me laughing all day We ride on a horse to the river and back Ain't love funny, funny it's funny Aint' love funny that way She calls in the evening to tell me she's back...

Sittin' around here, pickin' my banjo Thinkin' about love and the after thought All those days we had together What was what and what was not You and I, we were so crazy Going from here back to there Now I'm thinking...

Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, if you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it and your motor won't move If time don't tell you then don't ask me I'm...

(feat. Eric Clapton) Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, if you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it and your motor won't move If time don't tell...

Many loves in a lifetime, they seem to go astray Many people come and go, they never seem to stay Sometimes I kid myself, then I realise I'm just living in an artificial paradise A hundred times, my hopes and dreams are...

Many loves in a lifetime, they seem to go astray Many people come and go, they never seem to stay Sometimes I kid myself, then I realise I'm just living in an artificial paradise A hundred times, my hopes and dreams...

When i'm walking down the street i call your name, Inside my head i go insane, don't you know that its really making me crazy There were days when i went completely blind, No time to think,and i lost time, won't believe...

Blues for mama Blues for mama It just seems wrong to sing this song 'Cause she's not here where she belongs Blues for mama Blues for mama Rest her soul, she's grown so cold Her touch is like the winter snow

Now she don't know where she is, how sexy she can be She don't realise what her eyes do to me She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot She whispers in my ear, "let's do it right here" The ways of a wantin' woman...

Now she don't know where she is, how sexy she can be She don't realise what her eyes do to me She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot She whispers in my ear, "Let's do it right here" The ways of a wantin' woman are a...

Well we're living on borrowed time, lord Can you give us another day Yes we're living on borrowed time, lord Can you give us another day Our chance of survival is slim, it's what they say Yes we're living on borrowed...

Bring down the curtain, saw the show tonight It's so dark outside, soon be light Enough is enough, can't do it no more Bring down the curtain, close the door Sometime you do, sometime you don't Sometime you will and...

(J. J. Cale) Thirty days have September In a jailhouse I remember Well, I got caught with too much soul Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico Spanish lights and pretty faces Trip you out to where the...

Saturday, past September In the jailhouse, I remember I got caught with too much soul Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico Spanish lights and pretty faces Trip you out to where the place is Load...

Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet Brown dirt, mississippi bottom land Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables Brown dirt, growin' his grass...