No one knew Where he came from He never knew himself Call her Ma Call him Pa But he was born to someone else No one fooled Or messed him 'round Cause
She's an idle child, high society Never pushed a broom, not physically Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up Never spill your whiskey when she fill
I can tell by the look in your eyes, I can tell by the way you sigh That you know I've been thinking of you And you know what I want to do. Oh Jean, Oh
You paint a picture So it's plain to see Ain't no hiding No security I'll be watching Every move you make When you hear the rattle Better be awake Chorus
You've been ???? baby You've been singin' in the bed You've been actin' like a lady Not a dirty photograph Then tonight I came home early ???? It's been
Leave me alone Like a dog with a bone Like a stone that's been thrown Let me be on my own CHORUS: Let me rock Let me roll Let me rock Let me rock in
Same Tune As "Bonny" (Loch Lomand) I'll take the high road And you'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye But me and my true love
Got the word, getting ready Gonna get my pay from ? ? ? ? I'm in light, ? ? ? ? When the action is hot, ? ? ? ? No town, no city Gonna be free from
Well they move on down And they crawl around Walkin' sideways Sideways walkin' Gives me the blues And then you start to scratch And they start to hatch
The bartender's working on a late night shift She's bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift And the dance band's playing the same old slam I'm sinking
Big Gun Last Action Hero Soundtrack (1993) (Young, Young) Noises from Brian Riot on the radio, pictures
High tail in your face black hole rockin' the place Hong Kong videos big bang mad to blow Into cyberspace look out I'm gonna rage Eight ball in
'm praying that all my prayers all come true I'm leaving in the morning gonna backtrack to you Well tomorrow night... Gonna backtrack to you gonna backtrack to you gonna backtrack
I will just keep waiting... you will just keep waiting. In the cold... The supplement... we lost some friends... we drove the bends... so small... A conscious
Translation: Faron Young. Backtrack.
