Down Home Girl
(Leiber/Butler)

Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of turnip greens
And everytime I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh, you're so down home girl

Everytime you monkey child
You take my breath away
And everytime you move like that
I gotta get down and pray
Don't you know that dress of yours
Was made out of fiberglass?
And everytime you move like that
I gotta go to Sunday mass
Oh, you're so down home girl

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you in
Just to watch the water roll on
Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
I'm gonna watch you do the second?? line
With an umbrella in your hand
Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm with ya baby
You're so down home
Ow! Yeah, too much
Outta sight
You're so down home girl


Down in the Hole
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Will all your money
Buy you forgiveness
Keep you from sickness
Or keep you from cold?

Will all your money
Keep you from madness
Keep you from sadness
When you're down in the hole?

'Cause you'll be down in the gutter
You'll be bummin' for cigarettes
Bummin' for nylons
In the American Zone

You'll be down in the hole
Yeah, down in the hole
No escape from trouble
Nowhere to go

Down in the gutter
Beggin' for cigarettes
Beggin' forgiveness
All that you know

Down in the hole
After diggin' the trenches
Looking for cover and findin' out there ain't nowhere nowhere to go
Nowhere nowhere nowhere to go

None of your money
Will buy you forgiveness
None of your jewelry
None of your gold

Your black market cigarettes
Your American nightclubs
Ah, they've got nowhere left

Something for nothing
All of your friends gone
Something for nothing
That's all that you know

There's something down in the hole
Down down down in the hole
There's something down down down down in the hole


Down the Road Apiece
(Raye)

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


Downtown Suzie
(Jagger/Richard)

Got the Monday mornin' feel Yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday wasn't really real Yeah, yeah, Oh
Lying on a naked bed Yeah, yeah, yeah
With an Alka Seltzer head Yeah, yeah

Oh, Lucy looked sweet just a-strollin' down Newport Street
Talkin' 'bout Lu what ya gon' do?
And I feel so bad
Have you ever been had?
I'll dry out sweet Lucy

Took an early morning shower Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I wasted 'bout half an hour Yeah, yeah
I heard the ringing of the bell Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Lucy with the cleaning towel Yeah, yeah
Oh, I'm feelin' like the Sunday Times Yeah, yeah, yeah
A Southern Californian wine Yeah, yeah
Oh Lucy kicked me in the hole Yeah, yeah, yeah
A Tennis worth of achin' bones Ooh-ooh

Oh Lucy looked sweet just a-strollin' down Newport Street
Lord, Lu what ya gon' do?
I feel so bad
Have you ever been had?
Got a dose from sweet lucy

Oh Lucy looked sweet just a-strollin' down Newport Street

Talkin bout Lu what ya gon' do?
Oh and i feelings so bad
Have you ever been had?
Oh by lu sweet lucy