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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lyrics submitted by John Spillman