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Miss You

I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you

Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been staring in my dreams
Lord I miss yo
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say
Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some puerto rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah

Oh baby why you wait so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come on come on

I've been walking central park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
I've been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Ask me people, what's the matter with you boy?

Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say

Oooh oooh oooh oooh I won't miss you child

I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Lord, I miss you child

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Yeah, I miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

Written by Mick Jagger, Keith Richards •

Far Away Eyes

[Verse 1]
I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield
Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station
And the preacher said, "You know you always have the
Lord by your side"
And I was so pleased to be informed of this
That I ran twenty red lights in his honor
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord
I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she'd be betta' off
She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise, there she was sitting in the corner
A little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes

[Chorus]
So, if you're down on your luck
And you can't harmonize
Find a girl with far away eyes

And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes

[Verse 2]
Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send
Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl
Well, you know what kind of eyes she got

[Chorus X2]
So if you're down on your luck
I know y'all will sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes

Songwriters: Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

Far Away Eyes lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Beast of Burden

[Intro]
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see

I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me

Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see

Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl

[Bridge]
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty,pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please

I'll tell you you can put me out on the street
Put me out with no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery

Yeah, all your sickness I can suck it up
Throw it all at me I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby that I don't understand
You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man

Ain't I rough enough, oh honey
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough in love enough
Oh please

I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

I don't need the beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

Songwriters: Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

Beast of Burden © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

When The Whip Comes Down

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

Yeah, mama and papa told me
I was crazy to stay
I was gay in New York
Just a fag in L.A.
So I saved my money
And I took a plane
Wherever I go they treat me the same

When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah

Yeah I'm going down fifty-third street
And they spit in my face
I'm learning the ropes
Yeah I'm learning a trade
The East River truckers
Are churning with trash
I've got so much money
That I spend so fast

When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down

When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down

Yeah, some called me garbage
When I was sleeping on the street
I never roll
Oh I never cheat
And I'm filling a need, yeah
I'm plugging a hole
My mama's so glad
I ain't on the dole

When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down

When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down

(Yeah, go ahead check it out)

Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
(I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sittin on the can
When the whip comes down, yeah

Yeah when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down

Songwriters: Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

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