Deep Purple

Deep Purple - '69 lyrics

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Flying through the night in a beat up wagon 

A mike stand up my jacksy 

Give me a beer and I'll stand on a chair 

And slip into something sexy 

Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's Head 

The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O' Nails 



I'll see you down the Speak' 

Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth 

But you couldn't hold it down 

And you broke up a damn good fight 

Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line 

Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine 



Sixty nine, sixty nine 

Sixty nine, sixty nine 



On the road to Paradiso 

Back of your head, got to pay some dues 

Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed 

His life at the Boathouse, Kew 

Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor 

Hallelujah what's a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more 

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