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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley
12-saitige Gitarre
Chuck Rainey
Chuck Rainey
Bass
Earl Palmer
Earl Palmer
Schlagzeug
James Mark Tiernan
James Mark Tiernan
Elektrisches Klavier
Jesse Elrich
Jesse Elrich
Cello
Jim Felder
Jim Felder
Bass
Joe Falsia
Joe Falsia
Gitarre
King Errison
King Errison
Congas
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Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley
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Lyrics

Seems like in every hip conversation, Honey
People brag about where they all come from
Seems like in every hip conversation, Woman
I just end up sucking on my thumb
Lord, I'm just a I'm just a pauper
I been raised in a trailer park yeah
Ain't got that much, Honey, to brag about
I just drinkin' all alone in the dark
I said bring it on up
To my room, Woman
I can't carry this load alone
Bring it on up here, Woman
To my room, Honey
I can't carry this load alone
Well I don't need none of that phony moaning woman, no
I don't need it to get it on, Honey, no
Take off your wig darlin' now
Throw away those pills now woman;
No, aww, we're gonna roll;
Ah, you know that good kind lovin' gonna make it
All right now honey, no
Ah woman we--we're gonna' turn the tide around;
Talk about tongue to tongue, woman
Bring it on up to my room, Woman
I can't carry this load alone
Bring it on up here, to my room, Woman
I can't carry this load alone
Talking bout talking tongue, Woman
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Written by: Tim Buckley
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