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To: JakeStraw who wrote (24469)	12/20/2000 3:39:31 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Respond to of 49844

Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer's man's a cat they call Charlie McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece Well there's a place you really get your kicks It's open every night about twelve to six Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill And shove and sting like an old steam drill Come on along you can lose your lead Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece Well there's a place you really get your kicks It's open every night about twelve to six Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill And shove and sting like an old steam drill Come on along you can lose your lead Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece (Raye) (Stones do it)

To: JakeStraw who wrote (24469)	12/20/2000 3:44:07 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 49844

Ever since I was a child, I loved to wander wild Through the bright city lights, And find myself a life I could call my own. It was always my ambition To see Piccadilly, Ramble and roam around Soho And Pimlico and Savile Row, And walk down the Abbey Road. So I saved all my money And packed up my clothes, And I said good-bye to my friends And my folks back home. And I left for a life of my own. I left for a life on the road. I'm a real hungry tyke, And I know what I like. And I know where I'm goin': To those bright city lights. Oh yeah, oh yeah, This time I'm gonna get there. I'm bound for a life on the road. Give me life on the road. I said life on the road. When I arrived in Euston, I was little more than a child. And I didn't know then That the dives and the dens Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. Mama always told me The city ladies were bawdy and bold. And so I searched night and day To catch a kissable lady, But all that I caught was a cold, 'Cause those stuck-up city ladies Didn't notice me walk by. Now I've got holes in my shoes 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. And I'm livin' the life that I chose. Livin' my life on the road. I said life on the road. I want life on the road. Life on the road. I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, When a muscle man came my way. He said, "Hey, are you gay? Can you come out and play?" And like a fool, I went and said, "O.K." Ever since I was knee high, I thought the city was paved with gold. But I've seen so many losers And down and out boozers Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. City women are a tease, But I'd really love to please. Now I've got blood shot eyes 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. And it sure knocks you out on the road. And I'm livin' my life on the road. I said life on the road. Life on the road. I want life on the road. One of these days, I wanna go home, Visit my friends, And see all the places that I used to know, And say good-bye to a world that's too real; Good-bye to a world that's forgotten how to feel. And it's slowly usin' me, And there's no security. Sometimes I hate the road, But it's the only life I know. But I'm livin' the life that I chose, So I'll live out my life on the road. Give me life on the road. I said life on the road. (repeat)