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Eric Burdon Band The

: Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes I feel a little mad But don't you know that no one alive Can always be an angel When things go wrong I seem

: Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl I was

: Yeah Yeah, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse

: I was born in a bunk Mother died and my daddy got drunk Left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all

: Some people say a man is made outta' mud A poor man's made outta' muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back

: He blesses the boys as they stand in line The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine He's there to help them all that he can To make them

: It's a hard world to get a break in All the good things have been taken But girl there are ways To make certain things pay Though I'm dressed in these

If you ever change your mind About leaving, leaving me behind Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me, oh yeah You know I

I don't want you be no slave I don't want you work all day I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby