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Hallelujah

I am a preacher with a message for my people
Over the world, scratching on the ground
Looking for the peace that nobody has found

I am a spokesman for a better way of living
Love is the word and it can be heard
If you are young the message can be sung

Let me hear you sing, Hallelujah

Oh tell it to the man who's power is the sermon on the wall
Tell it to the man who says you can misjudge them all
Tell it 'till it can be heard above the wailing of the crowd
Tell it on the field of war and hope you'll soon be justified

There is a better way of life and it's not so hard to find
If you live and let the people in your world speak its mind

I am the pupil who sells his life for freedom
All over the world and it can be heard
If you are young the message can be sung

Hallelujah

 

Hard Lovin' Man

Break my back with hard lovin'
Take my hand and keep movin'
Don't slow down we're nearly there now
Oh can you stand the pain
I'm a hard lovin' man

What's your name? It's alright now
Trick or treat we're uptight now
Wanna feel ya I wanna hear ya
Oh here we go again
I'm a hard lovin' man

Come back here it's not over
Can't you see there's still time girl
I can last make if fast now
Oh gotta catch a train
I'm a hard lovin' man

 

Haunted

I hear the beating of your wings
And you're playing on my strings
In mysterious ways
You draw me in
To a love
Beyond all understanding

Beyond my reach
So far away
But it seems
Like only yesterday

I'm Haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted

All that's left
Is the ghost of your smile
It stays awhile
Then fades away

I hear your footsteps on the ground
Tempting me to turn around
It's just the echo
Of a disenchanted lover
Shuffling aimlessly
Homeward bound

To empty rooms
And picture frames
And Friends
Who can't recall our names

I'm Haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted

All that's left
Is the ghost of your smile
It stays awhile
Then fades away

 

Hell To Pay

Big Betty or Two-tone Annie his hair was never right
He used to be cool with a glint in his eye but he lost it overnight
Spinning would change and things are rearranged and then Annie says to me
Nothing wrong with the way it was that's the way it's meant to be...

Up the revolution we're all prepared to die
Up the revolution that was the battle cry

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay

Annie was a die-hard rebel in the good old days of way back when
The cigarette was cool and all the kids in school could read and count to ten
Annie once said he had a few to bribe of that there was no doubt
He never could make us understand what the rebellion was all about...

Up the revolution we're all prepared to die
Up the revolution that was the battle cry

There's gonna be Hell, yeah, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay

Two-tone Annie drew up battle plans for making love not war
Everybody laughed at the fighting in the streets and behind the garden door
It came to nothing when it all went down and the band began to play
Another plan put your head in the sand live to fight another day...

Up the revolution we're all prepared to die
Up the revolution that was the battle cry

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell

 

Help

When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind, opened up the door

Help if you can I'm feeling down
But I do appreciate you being round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please help me

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways
My independence seems to vanish in the haze
But every now and then I feel so insecure
Now I know I need you like I've never done before

Help if you can I'm feeling down
But I do appreciate you being round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please help me

Help
I need somebody
Help
Not just anybody
Help
You know I need someone
Help

 

Hey Cisco

Watch him ride into the sunset
He'd have the little fat guy
Right along his side
Echoing off the canyon, hey cisco
From pancho 'n' pretty soon
The black sombrero would reply
Hey pancho what's happening mi amigo
It's getting somewhere near the end,
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This winding trail
When we've raced around the corner
For the final dusty time
Mr renaldo 'n' carillo's
Going to jail

Can't open no more supermarkets
Duncan's sombrero's hanging
Up there with his guns
Some cigarro sucking slag
Under a chip hollywood chandelier
Says 'cisco, kid you know
Your day is done
Let me know how you are doin'
Mr renaldo
If you need me I could be
A friend for life
There don't seem any point
...we should throw 'way
All these years
Why don't we saddle up
And ride out one more time

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when
I'll stay to the end
Hey cisco
Let's go out in style
We're going down together

 

Hey Joe

Hey Joe
Where you going with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe
Now tell me where you going with that gun in your hand
I'm gonna shoot my lady
Cos I caught her messing around with another man
Yes, I'm going down to shoot my lady
Cos I caught her messing around with another man

Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down
Right down to the ground
Yes I did I shot her
You know I shot her cos I caught her messing 'round town
Yes I did I shot her
I shot my woman cos she was messing 'round town
I gave her the gun - I shot her!

Hey Joe
Tell me where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe
C'mon tell me where you gonna run to?
Don't you worry about me
I'm going way down South
Way down South where I'm gonna be free
I'm going way down South
Way down South maybe outside Mexico Way
I'm gonna run, oh yeah

 

High Ball Shooter

Well I'm a rock and roll preacher
Not a Sunday school teacher
You ain't no shady lady
But I love the way you strut your stuff
You're a snow queen looking mean
Tryin' to make it on the scene
I guess you love it
'Cause I always see you hanging' around

You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

A magnet brought you to me
Told me your name was Jo
You said you liked my music
And you really did enjoy the show
Now I wanna play piano
But my fingers don't agree
They're busy on you woman
And I feel your fingers workin' on me

You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

It's time to leave you honey
I know you're feeling sad
Don't you cry now baby
You know that only makes me mad
I see you everywhere I go
Every town and place
I can't recall your name
But I know I won't forget your sweet face

You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
'Cause you're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

 

Highway Star

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
And everything

CHORUS

I love it and I need it
I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she's a killing machine
She's a moving mouth body control
And everything

I love her I need her
I seed her
Yeah She turns me on
Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that i'm on the road again
Oooh i'm in heaven again i've got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
And everything

I love it and I need it
I seed it eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything like a driving power big
Fat tyres and everything

I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star, I'm a highway star

 

Hold on

You're sweeter than the morning
When the sun is shining down on me
There is nothing you can say
That could make me go away you see
But you keep saying to me baby

Hold on--I feel I'm getting ready
Hold on--I feel I'm rockin' steady
Hold on--I'm gonna make it with you woman
Hold on--You got to gimme some love, gimme some love

I held back before
But your love took me easily
You got the power
I knew was gonna creep up on me
The more I give
Your love keeps comin' on strong
Although it's mine now
I know it won't be for long
There's something in the saying
That a woman needs a little more time
I'm getting tired of waiting for you
Giving me some kind of sign

Hold on--I've got to love you when I want to
Hold on--You've got to love me when I want you to
Hold on--I ain't gonna let you leave me baby
Hold on--No never no more

I know the game you're playing
And I guess you think I'm easily led
You think the words you're saying
Are really going through my head
I'm gonna take you home
And give you all I can
I'll prove to you, baby
That really I'm a man

Hold on--I know I'm feeling ready
Hold on--I know I'm rockin' steady
Hold on--Guess I've made it with you woman
Hold on--I've got you giving me love

Something that you give me
Keeps me hangin' on
No use me stayin'
There's nothing to be done
I'm gonna take you home
And give you all I can
I'll prove to you woman
That really I'm a man

Hold on--I only want to take you higher
Hold on--You are the root of my desire
Hold on--C'mon baby light my fire
Hold on

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