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Rolling Stones : Exile On Main Street
1972

  1. Rocks Off
  2. Rip This Joint
  3. Shake Your Hips
  4. Casino Boogie
  5. Tumbling Dice

  6. Sweet Virginia
  7. Torn And Frayed
  8. Sweet Black Angel
  9. Loving Cup

  10. Happy
  11. Turd On The Run
  12. Ventilator Blues
  13. I Just Want To See His Face
  14. Let It Loose

  15. All Down The Line
  16. Stop Breaking Down
  17. Shine A Light
  18. Soul Survivor

Rocks Off

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
E
B
E
E
B
E
B
E
B
E
B
|----------------------------| |------------------------|---------------|
|-9-9-10-9----------------9--| x3 |------------9-10-9-10---|-9-10-9-10-----|
|-9-9--9-9----------------9--| |------------9--9-9--9---|-9--9-9--9-----|
|-9-9-11-9----------------9--| |-------9-11-9-11-9-11---|-9-11-9-11-----|
|-9-9--9-9-11-11----11-11-9--| |--9h13------9--9-9--9---|-9--9-9--9-----|
|-----------8--8--8--9--9----| |------------------------|---------------|
A
B
E
I hear you talking when I'm on the street
A
B
E
Your mouth don't move but I can hear you speak
A
What's the matter with the boy?
A
He don't come around no more
B
Is he checking out for sure?
B
A
E
Is he gonna close the door on me? I'm always hearing voices on the street I want to shout, but I can't hardly speak I was making love last night To a dancer friend of mine I can't seem to stay in step Come every time that she pirouettes over me
B
And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming
A
E
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed Plug in, flush out and fire the fucking feed Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping
F#
F#
C#7
Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene
F#
C#7
B
It's all mesmerized all that inside me The sunshine bores the daylights out of me Chasing shadows moonlight mystery Headed for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping

Rip This Joint

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
D
G
D
G
D
...
D
A
G
e|--------------------------| |-------5----3----|
B|---7--8--7--8--7----------| |--7----5----3----|
G|---7--7--7--7--7--etc.----| |--7----6----4----|
D|---7--9--7--9--7----------| |--7----7----5----|
A|--------------------------| |--5----7----5----|
E|--------------------------| |-------5----3----|
D
A
Mama says yes, Papa says no
D
Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go
D
A
I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall
D
Drive myself right over the wall
A
Rip this joint, gonna save your soul
D
G
D
Round and round and round we go
A
Roll this joint, gonna get down low
D
G
D
Start my starter, gonna stop the show, oh yeah! Mister President, Mister Immigration Man Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too Short Fat Fanny is on the loose Dig that sound on the radio Then slip it right across into Buffalo Dick and Pat in ol' DC Well they're gonna hold some shit for me!
D
Yin yang, you're my thing
A
Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing?
D
G
D
Flip Flop, fit to drop
A
Come on baby, won't you let it rock!?
Sax solo
D
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
A
From San Jose down to Santa Fe
D
Kiss me quick, baby, won't you make my day?!
A
Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean
D
'Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too Some brand new steps and some weight to lose Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low Round and round and round we'll go
D
A
Wham, Bam, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn
D
G
D
Little Rock fit to drop
A
Ah, let it rock!
Sax solo and fade out

Shake Your Hips

<Slim Harpo>
Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
Capo:
II
|-----------------------------
|-----------------------------
|-0-0--0-0-0-0--0-----0--0----
|-0-0--0-0-0-0--0-----0--0----
|-0-0--0-0-0-0--0-3p0h5--5p0--
|-----------------------------
 I wanna tell you 'bout a dance That's going around Everybody's doing it From the grownups down Don't move your head Don't move your hands Don't move your lips Just shake your hips Do the hip shake, babe Do the hip shake, babe Shake your hip, babe Shake your hip, babe Well if you don't know Don't be afraid Just listen to me And do what I say Don't move your head Don't move your hands Don't move your lips Just shake your hips Do the hip shake, babe Do the hip shake, babe Shake your hip, babe Shake your hip, babe Now ain't that easy? Well, I met a little girl In a country town She said, What do you know There's Slim Harpo! Didn't move her head Didn't move her hands Didn't move her lips Just shake your hips Do the hip shake, babe Do the hip shake, babe Shake your hip, babe Shake your hip, babe Well ain't that easy?

Casino Boogie

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
Capo:
II
G
G7
D
G
|/5--x-----3---------|--0-0--0------5-5-5---|
|-0--x-----3--3-3-0--|-/3-3--1p0----0-0-0---|
|----------0--0-0-0--|-/4-4--2-0----0-0-0---|
|-------0---------0--|-------0--------------|
|-------0------------|------------0-------0-|
|--------------------|----------------------|
|-5--x-----3---------|--0-0--0------5-5-5---|
|-3--x-----3----3----|-/3-3--1p0------3-3---|
|-4--x----------4-0--|-/4-4--2-0------4-4---|
|---------------0-0--|--0----0----0---------|
|-------0------------|------------0---------|
|--------------------|----------------------|
G
No good, can't speak, wound up, no sleep Sky diver inside her, slip rope, stunt flyer
C
G
Wounded lover, got no time on hand One last cycle, thrill freak Uncle Sam Pause for business, hope you'll understand Judge and jury walk out hand in hand Dietrich movies, close up boogies, kissing cunt in Cannes Grotesque music, million dollar sad Got no tactics, got no time on hand Left shoe shuffle, right shoe muffle, sinking in the sand Fade out freedom, steaming heat on, watch that hat in black Finger twitching, got no time on hand

Tumbling Dice

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
Capo:
IV
D
.
C
.
G
|-------------------|-----
|-1/3-1-0-----------|-0---
|-2/4-2-0-0-0-------|-0---
|---------2-0-0-0-0-|-0---
|-------------2/4\2-|-0---
|-------------------|-----
G
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me And make me burn the candle right down
D
G
D
G
But baby, baby
C
D
I don't need no jewels in my crown 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers Cheatin' like I don't know how But baby, I go crazy There's fever in the funk house now
G
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin' You know you know the deuce is still wild
D
G
D
G
Baby, I can't stay
C
C
G
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
C
G
|--------------|------------------------|-----
|-1---1--------|------------------------|-0---
|-0h2-0--0---0-|-0--------0-----------0-|-0---
|--------0h2-0-|-0--------0-------0h2---|-0---
|--------------|-2/4\2p0--2/4\2p0-------|-0---
|--------------|------------------------|-----
 Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry Don't you see the time flashin' by? Honey, got no money I'm all sixes and sevens and nines Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime But baby, I can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter Playin' the field every night Baby, can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
C
(Call me the tumblin')
C
G
C
G
C
G
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
C
G
C
G
C
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me
G
(Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling...)

Sweet Virginia

Capo:
II
G
D
G
|-------3-3-3-------2-2-2---------3-3-3---------3-3-3-|
|-----0-0-0-0-------3-3-3---------0-0-0---------0-0-0-| x2
|---0---0-0-0-----0-2-2-2---2---0-0-0-0---0---0-0-0-0-|
|-0-----0-0-0-0h2---0-0-0---------0-0-0---------0-0-0-|
|-------2-2-2-----------------3---2-2-2-3---2---2-2-2-|
|-------3-3-3-------------2-------3-3-3---------3-3-3-|
C
A7
G
C
|---------0-0-0---------0-0-0---------3-3-3-3-| |----------0-0-|
|---------1-1-1---------2-2-2---------0-0-0-0-| x3 |----------1-1-|
|---0---0-0-0-0---0---0-0-0-0---0---0-0-0-0-0-| |----0---0-0-0-|
|---------2-2-2---------2-2-2---------0-0-0-0-| |-----0h2--2-2-|
|-0---2---3-3-3-3---2---0-0-0---------2-2-2-2-| |-0h2------3-3-|
|-----------------------------0---2---3-3-3-3-| |--------------|
G
D
G
|----------3-3----------2-2---------3-3---------3-3---------|
|----------0-0----------3-3---------0-0---------0-0---------|
|----0---0-0-0----0---0-2-2---2---0-0-0---0---0-0-0---0---0-|
|-0h2-0h2--0-0-----0h2--0-0---------0-0---------0-0---------|
|----------2-2-0h2--------------0---2-2-3---2---2-2-0---2---|
|----------3-3--------------0-------3-3---------3-3---------|
C
A7
G
Wading through the waste, stormy winter
C
A7
G
And there's not a friend to help you through
C
A7
G
C
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
G
D
G
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues Thank you for your wine, California Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail And hid the speed inside my shoe But come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
Instrumental verse
But come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes One more time! But come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia Come on, honey child, I beg of you Come on, come on down, you got it in you Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

Torn And Frayed

D
A
E
D
|-0h2--2p0--0----0----|-----------0h2--2p0--|
|-3----3----2----2----|-----------3----3----|
|-2----2----2----2----|-1---------2----2----|
|-0----0----2----2----|-2---------0----0----|
|---------------------|-2-------------------|
|---------------------|-0-------------------|
A
G
D
Hey, let them follow you down
D
A
E
D
Way underground, wound and he's bound
A
G
D
Bound to follow you down Just a deadbeat, right off the street Bound to follow you down
A
G
D
Though ball rooms and smelly bordellos
A
G
D
And dressing rooms filled with parasites
A
G
D
On stage, the band has got problems
A
D
A
They're a bag of nerves on first nights
D
A
E
D
He ain't tied down to no home town
A
G
D
Yeah and you thought he was reckless You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad Yeah, and the guitar player looks reckless Well his coat is torn and frayed And it's seen much better days Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away Steal your heart away
Instrumental verse
Well his coat is torn and frayed And it's seen much better days Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away Steal your heart away Joe's got a cough, sounds kind of rough Yeah, got the codeine to fix it Doctor prescribes drugstore supplies Who's gonna help him to kick it? Well his coat is torn and frayed And it's seen much better days Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away

Sweet Black Angel

E|-------------------------------------
B|-------------------------------------
G|---0---0-------0-----0-----0------0--
D|-0---------------0-----0-------------
A|-----3-------------------------------
E|---------3---------3-----3------3----
G
Got a sweet black angel, got a pin up girl Got a sweet black angel, up upon my wall Well, she ain't no singer and she ain't no star But she sure talk good, and she move so fast
/g
/f#
Em
Am
But the gal in danger, yeah, de gal in chains
D
G
But she keep on pushin', would you take her place? She countin' up de minutes, she countin' up de days She's a sweet black angel, whoa, not a sweet black slave
G
Ten little niggers sittin' on de wall Her brothers been a-fallin', fallin' one by one For a judge's murder in a judge's court Now de judge he gonna judge her for all dat he's worth Well de gal in danger, de gal in chains But she keep on pushin', would you do the same? She countin' up de minutes, she countin' up de days
D
She's a sweet black angel Not a gun-toting teacher Not a Red lovin' school mom Ain't someone gonna free her
G
Free de sweet black slave Free de sweet black slave Free de sweet black slave Free de sweet black slave

Loving Cup

D
C
G
I'm the man on the mountain, come on up
D
C
G
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud
C
G
Yes I am fumbling and I know my car won't start
C
G
Yes I am stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar
F
C
G
Give me a little drink from your loving cup
F
C
G
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun I'm the man who brings you roses when you ain't got none Well, I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight You if you want to push and pull with me all night Give me a little drink from your loving cup Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk
Em
Bm
C
G
I feel so humble with you tonight just sitting in front of the fire
Bb
See your face dancing in the flame, feel your mouth kissing me again
Bb
D
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
C
G
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
D
C
G
Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
C
G
Yes, I am nitty-gritty and my shirt's all torn
C
G
But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn Give me little drink from your loving cup Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk
G
Gimme little drink

Happy

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
Capo:
IV
G x00000 C(v) x55555
C x02010 F x5756x
Csus4 x5576x
C
G
C
G
C
Well I never kept a dollar past sunset
G
C
G
C
Always burned a hole in my pants
G
C
G
C
Never made a school mama happy
G
C
G
C
Never blew a second chance on love
Chorus riff1: Chorus riff2:
C(v)
...
G*
C(v)
G
|-------5-------5-| |-0-0-----5--|----|
|-5-5-6-5-6-6-6-5-| |-0-0---5--5-|----|
|-5-5-7-5-5-5-5-5-| |-0-0-5------|-0--|
|-5-5-5---7-7-7-5-| |-0-0--------|--0-|
|-5-5-5---5-5-5-5-| |-0-0--------|--0-|
|-----------------| |------------|----|
C(v)
Csus4
C(v)
F
C(v)
I need a love to keep me happy I need a love to keep me happy
G
C(v)
G
Baby, baby keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Always took candy from strangers Didn't wanna get me no trade Never want to be like papa Working for the boss every night and day I need a love to keep me I need a love, baby won't you keep me Happy, baby won't you keep me Happy, baby please keep me
Guitar solo
I need a love to keep me happy I need a love to keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Never got a flash out of cocktails When I got some flesh off the bone Never got a lift out of Learjets When I can fly way back home I need a love to keep me happy I need a love to keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy

Turd On The Run

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
Capo:
II
 |
G
. .
/c
/b
| ...
G
C/g
G
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand
G
C/g
G
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand
G
C/g
G
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay
F
C
G
I lost a lot of love over you Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants But you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands Diamond rings, Vaseline, you give me disease I lost a lot of love over you I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you'd never been I lost a lot of love over you

Ventilator Blues

Gm
Bb
e|-----------------------|
B|-----------------------| ...
G|--------0--3b--0-------|
D|---3h5--0--3b--0--3h5--|
A|-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|
 When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream Feel like murder in the first degree
Gm
Bb
F
Ain't nobody slowing down, no way
C
Gm
Everybody's stepping on their accelerator
Gm
Bb
Don't matter where you are
F
C
Gm
Everybody's gonna need a ventilator, yeah When you're trapped and circled with no second chances Code of living is your gun in hand We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn Everybody walking round Everybody trying to step on their creator Don't matter where you are Everybody, everybody gonna need some kind of ventilator Some kind of ventilator (come down and get it) What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? Gonna fight it, gonna fight it Gonna fight it, gonna fight it Gonna fight it, gonna fight it

I Just Want To See His Face

Capo:
III
|
Em
D
|
A
| ... That's all right That's all right That's all right Sometimes you feel like trouble Sometimes you feel so down Let the music relax your mind Let the music relax your mind Stand up and be counted Can't get a witness Sometimes you need somebody If you have somebody to love Sometimes you ain't got nobody And you want somebody to love Then you don't want to walk and talk about Jesus You just want to see His face You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus You just want to see His face

Let It Loose

Capo:
III
D
D11/c
G
D11/f#
A
/g
|-----0-------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-------3-----------|-0-----0---------|-----2-------2---|
|---2---------0-0h2-|-0-------------0-|-------2---------|
|-0---------4-------|-----0-------0---|---2-------2---2-|
|---------3---------|-----------0-----|-0---------------|
|-------------------|---3-----2-------|---------3-------|
D
/c
G
D/f#
A
/g
Who's that woman on your arm?
D
/c
G
D/f#
All dressed up to do you harm
Em9
G
D
/c
G
D/f#
And I'm hip to what she'll do
Em9
G
D
/c
G
D/f#
A
/g
Give her just about a month or two Bit off more than I can chew And I knew, yeah I knew what it was leading to Some things, well, I can't refuse One of them, one of them the bedroom blues She delivers right on time I can't resist a corny line But take the shine right off your shoes, yeah right off your shoes Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues Oh yeah, in the bar, you're getting drunk Oh yeah oh yeah, I ain't in love, I ain't in lust, oh no no no Hide the switch and shut the light, won't you shut it? Yeah, let it all come down tonight Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger Your face I'll never see no more Let it all come down tonight Keep those tears hid out of sight Let it loose, yeah let it loose, let it loose Let it loose, let it all come down Let it loose, let it loose, yeah, yeah Let it loose, let it all come down Let it loose, let it all come down Let it loose, let it all come down...

All Down The Line

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
|----------------------|---------------------|--------------------|
|----------------------|---------------------|--------------------|
|-7-5----7-7-7-7--5--7-|-7-5----7-7--5--7--7-|-7-5----7-7-7-7-5-7-|
|-7-5----7-7-7-7--5--7-|-7-5----7-7--5--7--7-|-7-5----7-7-7-7-5-7-|
|------5---------------|------5--------------|------5-------------|
|----------------------|---------------------|--------------------|
G
C
D
C
G
Yeah, hear the diesel drumming all down the line Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line Oh, hear the children crying all down the line
C
G
G
C
C
G
D
(All down the line) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah
C
G
G
C
C
G
D
(All down the line) And we better keep the motor running, yeah
C
(All down the line) Well you can't say yes and you can't say no
G
Just be there when the whistle blows
C
D
I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now Yeah, all the people singing all down the line Mmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah All down the line (All down the line) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah (All down the line) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah (All down the line) I need a shot of salvation, baby once in a while
D
Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles
G
C
D
Dsus4
D
G
x2
(All down the line) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah (All down the line) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah Well you can't say yes and you can't say no Just be right there when the whistle blows I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now
Solo over intro
Be my little baby for a while Won't you be my little baby For a while

Stop Breaking Down

<Robert Johnson>
Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
Capo:
II
G
|-----------------|
|-0--0-1--0-----0-| ...
|-0--0-0--0-----0-|
|-0--0-2--0-0---0-|
|-0--0-0--0-0-3b--|
|-----------------|
G
Every time I'm walkin' all down the street Some pretty mama start breaking down on me
C(v)
G
Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breakin' down
D(vii)
Stuff is gonna bust you brain out, baby
C(v)
G
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breakin' down Stuff is gonna bust you brain out, baby Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind Alright, alright... |
G
|
C
G
|
D
C
|
G
|
x2
I love my baby ninety-nine degrees But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breakin' down Stuff is gonna bust you brain out, baby Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind Every time I'm walkin' all down the street Some pretty woman start breaking down on me Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breakin' down Stuff is gonna bust your brain out, baby I tell you, gonna make you lose your mind |
G
|
C
G
|
D
C
|
G
|
x2
One more time!... |
G
|
C
G
|
D
C
|
G
|

Shine A Light

C
G
Saw you stretched out in room ten-oh-nine
Am
G
With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye
F
C
G
F
C
G
Couldn't seem to get a line on you, my sweet honey love Berber jewelry jangling down the street Make you shut your eyes at every woman that you meet Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love
C
G
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Am
F
C
G
Make every song you sing your favorite tune May the good Lord shine a light on you Warm like the evening sun Well, you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn Just ain't too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off Angels beating all their wings in time With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes Thought I heard one sigh for you, come on up, come on up now, come on up now May the good Lord shine a light on you Make every song you sing your favorite tune May the good Lord shine a light on you Warm like the evening sun |
Am
|
F
|
G
| |
Am
|
F
|
G
| |
Am
|
F
|
G
|

Soul Survivor

Tuning: DGDGBD (Open G)
D x77777 G* x00210 C x55555
D* x77987 Bb* x33543 C* x57565
Bb x33333 G x00000 F xAAAAA
D*
D
Bb
Bb*
Bb
G
G*
G
When waters is rough
D*
D
Bb
Bb*
Bb
G
G*
G
The sailing is tough
D*
D
Bb
Bb*
Bb
G
G*
G
I'll get drowned in your love
C
You've got a cut-throat crew
F
I'm gonna sink under you
Bb
I got the bell bottom blues
C
D
It's gonna be the death of me Yeah, yeah it's the graveyard watch Running right on the rocks I've taken all of the knocks Ain't giving me no quarter I'd rather drink sea water, oh I wish I never had brought you It's going to be the death of me
C
C*
C
Soul survivor, soul survivor, yeah Soul survivor, soul survivor That's what you call me, a soul survivor That's what I'm talkin' about, ah That's what I'm talkin' about (Soul survivor) Yeah, I'm a soul survivor It's going to be the death of me It's going to be the death of me Uh-huh yeah, when you're flying your flag All my confidence sags You got me packing my bags I'll stowaway at sea, yeah You make me mutiny Where you are, I won't be You're going to be the death of me Soul survivor, soul survivor Soul survivor, soul survivor It's gonna be the death of me That right there, that's what I'm talkin' about Oh, that's what I tell you, uh huh That's what I'm talkin' about, yeah (Soul survivor) (Soul survivor) Well alright (Soul survivor) (Soul survivor) (Soul survivor) And I walk to the water (Soul survivor) Get higher and higher (Soul survivor) Oh, huh huh