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John Hiatt Greatest Hits And More Disc 1

Get in your car and go Dependin' on how you feel Turn up your radio DJ says the love is real He thinks it's the latest sensation And you just keep

still don't understand That they were marketing a madman And that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to sign And

arcade A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll I guess no white chick is gonna make me crawl On a TWA, to the promised land Every woman, child and man Gets a cadillac and

I checked myself right on outta this world Just one thing can bring me back from this here heart attack And that's your sweet lovin', girl Ooooh your huggin' and

lets fire it up and wind it out REPEAT CHORUS BRIDGE: I heard your mama callin', I think she was just stallin' Don't know who she was talkin' to, baby me and

living in stolen moments Just grab a hold and feel your way These days are yours and mine Well, I couldn't dream this life I'm livin' Somehow we just survived and

Don't have to humble yourself to me I ain't your judge or your king And baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba And we may not even have our dignity

had to say the word I would have turned around and heard But as it is we can't turn back The mind's just a trash can, baby And the memories, rolling

me a love that don't freeze up inside." He said, "I have melted some hearts in my time dear But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake And