(Billy Gibbons)
My friends, they all told me,
Man, there's something gonna change your life.
My friends, they all told me,
Man, there's something gonna change your life.
Gotta have that brown sugar.
Man it's just gonna change my life.
Man, I gotta have that brown sugar.
Man, it's just gonna make me feel so right.
There's something make me feel good,
And it's gonna change my life.
There's something make me feel good,
And it's gonna change my life.
I gotta have some of that brown sugar,
Gotta try it before I die.
Man it sure do save me
When there's no place left for me.
Man it sure do save me
When there's no place left for me.
Gotta have some of that brown sugar
As long as that's gonna set me free.
Man, there's somethin' make me feel good
And it's gonna change my life.
Man, there's somethin' make me feel good
And it's gonna change my life.
I gotta have some of that brown sugar,
Gotta try it before I die.
ZZ Top - Raw ('That Little Ol' Band From Texas') Album Lyrics
ZZ Top - Raw ('That Little Ol' Band From Texas') Lyrics
Writer: BILLY GIBBONS
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Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Just Got Paid
I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change.
Said, I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change.
If you believe like workin' hard all day,
Just step in my shoes and take my pay.
Got me a pocket full of change.
Said, I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change.
If you believe like workin' hard all day,
Just step in my shoes and take my pay.
I was born my papa's son,
When I hit the ground I was on the run.
I had one glad hand and the other behind.
You can have yours, just give me mine.
When the hound dog barkin' in the black of the night,
Stick my hand in my pocket, everything's all right.
I just got paid today,
Got me a pocket full of change.
Said, black sheep, black, do you got some wool?
Yes, I do, man, my bag is full.
It's the root of evil and you know the rest
But it's way ahead of what's second best.
Writer: BILL HAM, BILLY F GIBBONS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Heard It On The X
Do you remember
Back in nineteen sixty-six?
Country Jesus, hillbilly blues,
That's where I learned my licks.
Oh, from coast to coast and line to line
In every county there,
I'm talkin' 'bout that outlaw X
Is cuttin' through the air.
Back in nineteen sixty-six?
Country Jesus, hillbilly blues,
That's where I learned my licks.
Oh, from coast to coast and line to line
In every county there,
I'm talkin' 'bout that outlaw X
Is cuttin' through the air.
Anywhere, y'all,
Everywhere, y'all,
I heard it, I heard it,
I heard it on the X.
We can all thank Doctor B
Who stepped across the line.
With lots of watts he took control,
The first one of its kind.
So listen to your radio
Most each and every night
'Cause if you don't I'm sure you won't
Get to feeling right.
Anywhere, y'all,
Everywhere, y'all,
I heard it, I heard it,
I heard it on the X.
Writer: FRANK BEARD, BILLY GIBBONS, DUSTY HILL
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La Grange
Rumor spreadin' 'round
In that Texas town
About that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about
Just let me know if you wanna go
To that home out on the range
They got a lot of nice girls
Have mercy
A-haw, haw, haw, haw
A-haw, haw, haw, haw
Well, I hear it's fine
If you got the time
And the ten to get yourself in
A-hmm, hmm
And I hear it's tight
Most every night
But now I might be mistaken
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Have mercy
In that Texas town
About that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about
Just let me know if you wanna go
To that home out on the range
They got a lot of nice girls
Have mercy
A-haw, haw, haw, haw
A-haw, haw, haw, haw
Well, I hear it's fine
If you got the time
And the ten to get yourself in
A-hmm, hmm
And I hear it's tight
Most every night
But now I might be mistaken
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Have mercy
Writer: Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, Joe Hill
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Tush
I been up, I been down.
Take my word, my way around.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
Take my word, my way around.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
I been bad, I been good,
Dallas, texas, hollywood.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
Take me back way back home,
Not by myself, not alone.
I ain't askin' for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
I'm just lookin' for some tush.
Writer: JOE HILL, FRANK BEARD, BILLY GIBBONS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Thunderbird
Get high, everybody, get high.
Get high, everybody, get high.
Get High, Everybody, Get High.
Get high, everybody, get high.
Have you heard? What's the word?
It's thunderbird.
Get high, everybody, get high.
Get High, Everybody, Get High.
Get high, everybody, get high.
Have you heard? What's the word?
It's thunderbird.
All you kids from texas,
You grow so big and tall.
All of them kids from texas
They grow so big and tall.
All of them like to roam
In that t-bird hall.
Get hi-hi-high.
Really makes you feel so fine,
Really goes down so smooth,
Really puts you in the groove.
Have you heard? What's the word?
It's thunderbird.
Juice, juice, juice
Really makes you loose loose, loose,
Really goes down so smooth,
Really puts you in the groove.
Have you heard? What's the word?
It's thunderbird.
Get hi-hi-high,
Way up in the sky.
Gonna get, yes sirree,
If ya come and rock with me.
Have you heard? What's the word?
It's thunderbird.
Writer: FRANK BEARD, BILLY GIBBONS, DUSTY HILL
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Im Bad Im Nationwide
Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel,
I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel.
We're going downtown in the middle of the night
We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright.
Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel.
We're going downtown in the middle of the night
We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright.
Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Easin' down the highway in a new cadillac,
I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back.
They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes,
They smokin' lucky strikes, wearing nylon too.
Welcome back, we're nationwide.
Yeah we bad, we're nationwide.
Well I was movin' down the road in my v-8 ford,
I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered.
With my new york brim and my gold tooth displayed,
Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made.
I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Girl I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.
Writer: FRANK BEARD, BILLY GIBBONS, DUSTY HILL
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Legs
She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She's holdin' leg, wonder how to feel them
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby
Yeah, it's alright, oh yeah
She's got hair down to her fanny
She's kinda jet set, try to undo her panties
Every time she's dancin', she knows what to do
Everybody wants to see if she can use it
She's so fine, she's all mine
Girl, you got it right
Oh
She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, knows how to choose them
She's got a dime all of the time
Stays out at night, movin' through time
Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her
Little girl is alright, she's alright, oh
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She's holdin' leg, wonder how to feel them
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby
Yeah, it's alright, oh yeah
She's got hair down to her fanny
She's kinda jet set, try to undo her panties
Every time she's dancin', she knows what to do
Everybody wants to see if she can use it
She's so fine, she's all mine
Girl, you got it right
Oh
She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, knows how to choose them
She's got a dime all of the time
Stays out at night, movin' through time
Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her
Little girl is alright, she's alright, oh
Writer: Billy F Gibbons, Frank Lee Beard, Joe Michael Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Gimme All Your Lovin
I got to have a shot of what you got is oh so sweet.
You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat,
You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat,
Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through,
You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead,
If I blow my top will you let it go to your head?
Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too,
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through.
You got to move it up and use it like a scrweball would.
You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should.
Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too.
Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through.
Writer: Frank Beard, Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill
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Blue Jean Blues
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
Well, I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline
If I ever get back my blue jean
Lord, how happy could one man be
If I ever get back my blue jean
Lord, how happy could one man be
'Cause if I get back those blue jeans
You know, my baby be bringin' 'em home to me
And finally found my old blue jean
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
Well, I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline
If I ever get back my blue jean
Lord, how happy could one man be
If I ever get back my blue jean
Lord, how happy could one man be
'Cause if I get back those blue jeans
You know, my baby be bringin' 'em home to me
Writer: Joe Hill, Lee Beard Frank, Billy Gibbons
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Certified Blues
I woke up this mornin' with these certified blues,
They sure been stalkin' me 'round.
So down tonight I couldn't tie my shoes.
They about to drop me in the ground.
They sure been stalkin' me 'round.
So down tonight I couldn't tie my shoes.
They about to drop me in the ground.
If I could shake loose I would feel so fine.
There's one thing for sure and it's on my mind.
These certified blues are gonna take their time.
I've been livin' here, way down south,
A place that I wanna stay.
Been workin' hard just to feed my mouth.
Just can keep them blues away.
There's one thing for sure and it's on my mind.
These certified blues are gonna take their time.
If I could shake loose I would feel so fine.
You say you're feelin' bad and you don't know why.
You're broke and your woman been ly'n'.
And just one thing before I'm fired,
The blues have just been certified.
If I could shake loose I would feel so fine.
There's one thing for sure and it's on my mind.
These certified blues are gonna take their time.
Writer: BILL HAM, BILLY GIBBONS, FRANK BEARD
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Tube Snake Boogie
I got a girl she lives cross town
She's the one that really gets down when she boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
I got a gal, she lives on the block
She kinda funky with her pink and black socks, she likes to boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie-woogie baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
I got a girl, she lives on the hill
She won't do it but her sister will when she boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
Blow your top, blow your top, blow your top!
She's the one that really gets down when she boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
I got a gal, she lives on the block
She kinda funky with her pink and black socks, she likes to boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie-woogie baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
I got a girl, she lives on the hill
She won't do it but her sister will when she boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
Blow your top, blow your top, blow your top!
Writer: FRANK BEARD, BILLY GIBBONS, DUSTY HILL
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
