Songtexte
Fire
dangling
thick
Can't
see
the
right
road
The
street
signs
say
The
eight
day
man
It
might
grind
slow
But
it
grinds
fine
Indian
rope
man,
wide
looking
on
Dad's
color
clay,
he's
heavenly
born
Retired
mailman
looks
on
in
scorn
With
a
transplanted
heart
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part
Indian
rope
man,
he
sees
the
time
Splitting
loose
the
edge
of
mind
Catching
losers
in
his
line
In
his
line,
yeah
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part
Indian
rope
man,
he
sees
the
time
Splitting
loose
the
edge
of
mind
Catching
losers
in
his
line
In
his
line,
yeah
Indian
rope
man,
wide
looking
on
Dad's
color
clay,
he's
heavenly
born
Retired
mailman
looks
on
in
scorn
With
a
transplanted
heart
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part
1 My Life is a Boogie
2 Springtime Shuffle
3 Real Man
4 Cakewalk into Town
5 My Own Way to Rock
6 It's a Man's World
7 No Cross - No Crown
8 The Sun is Going Down
9 Come and Go
10 Let's Get on the Road Again
11 Get on Board
12 Rock'n'roll Preacher
13 Indian Rope Man
14 Friends
15 Undercover Agent
16 How the Gipsy Was Born
17 Going to the Country
18 Backwater Blues
19 Over the Hill
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