Deep Purple - '69 Lyrics
Flying through the night in a beat up wagonA mike stand up my jacksyGive me a beer and Ill stand on a chairAnd slip into something sexyBlack cat woolwich, the tigers headThe cafe des artistes, the revolution and the bag o nailsIll see you down the speakYour ma said you slept real good in your food last nigthBut you couldnt hold it downAnd you broke up a damn good fightLigging at the old marquee, spinning jack a lineEven he knew better than me, back in sixty nineSixty nine, sixty nineSixty nine, sixty nineOn the road to paradisoBack of your head, got to pay some duesRugged looked down as the thames swallowedHis life at the boathouse, kewHot girls, no ac, cheap tv, sleep on the floorHallelujah whats a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more