Rory Gallagher : Photo - Finish

Blues Rock / Ireland
(1978 - Capo)
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1. SHIN KICKER

Well, it`s a shin-kicking morning,
Gotta kickstart today,
Wind up my machine and I'll be on my way.
Owwww....
Well, a burning fever
Woke me up at the dawn,
I didn't have a choice, I had to carry on.

Well, my engine's overheating
And I'm running out of gas,
I only got two speeds and it's slow and fast.
Yeah..

Well, I got to find a town that's got some action,
Got to find a place that's open late, right away
Owww...

Well, I got to find a town that's got more action,
Got to find a place stays open late, right away
Yeahhh..

C. C. Mama,
Motorcycle queen,
I'm gonna catch up with you with my lightning wheels.
Yeah...

It's cold, black coffee,
Eggs and grease,
Stop in at the truckstop, I don't want to sleep.

Well, it's a shin-kick morning,
I'm gonna turn up the heat,
I'm racing all the truckers and I got them beat,
You know I'm racing all the truckers and I've got them beat,
Racing all the truckers and I've got them beat.

Wind up my machine and I'll be on my way,
Wind up my machine and I'll be on my way,
Wind up my machine and I'll be on my way,
Yeah......


2. BRUTE FORCE AND IGNORANCE

Brute Force and Ignorance,
Just hit town,
Looking like survivors,
From the Lost and Found.
Brute Force and Ignorance,
Have come to play,
A one-night stand at eight o`clock,
Then they`ll be on their way.

This old town`s exploding,
And the mayor`s uptight,
He`d like to make it to the show,
But he knows it`s not his night.

He`s got to be beholding,
To his legal spouse,
But she`s put the thumbscrews on him,
And snuck out of the house.

There she goes.

The picture on the poster,
Raised an eyebrow or two,
At fifty-five to seven,
Lord, you should`ve seen the queue.

City slick and country hick,
They came one and all,
The traffic-light girl and the downhome kids,
Assembled in the hall.

Brute Force and Ignorance,
Yes, that`s the name,
The young folks gonna miss them,
Now they`ve gone away.

Well, the show got so crazy,
Today they took the billboard down,
I`ll never forget the scene last night,
When the band was escorted out of town.

This little town`s back in slow motion,
I`m sad to say,
After the confusion,
It`ll never be the same.

Well, I took a walk down Main Street,
Just to pass the time,
And I could hear that music,
Still rolling through my mind.

Brute Force and Ignorance,
They sure hit town,
And if you want to find them, buddy,
They`re down at the Lost and Found.


3. CRUISE ON OUT


Well that cat you will be payin',
You ought to make you there,
When that drummer hits the rim shot,
It almost busts the snare.
You put on your cat clothes,
And I will put on mine,
Together pretty babe,
We're gonna cruise on down the line.

Come on and cruise on out with me,
Won't you cruise on out with me.

Well that cat I will be paying,
C'mon and get your share,
I've got transportation,
And I can get you there.

Well I know your daddy's anxious,
That you told a lie,
I guess he's goin' to blow his stack,
If you don't come home on time.

Come on and cruise on out with me,
Won't you cruise on out with me.

Yeah...

Well this feelin' I will pick it,
Just as long as you will stay,
The boys in the band will play all night,
If they would have their way.

If you want to dress up to the nines,
And look like something else,
I'm goin' to put on my alligator shoes,
I'll go out to play..

Come on cruise on out with me,
Won't you cruise on out with me.

Well, the fat man plays that upright,
Freeze you at the knees,
This band's in full control,
of 87 and one half keys.

In this full scale commotion,
The place will never drop,
You better leave town gracefully,
If you're too pooped to pop.
You better leave town gracefully,
If you're too stuped to stop.

Come on cruise on out with me,
Well, won't you cruise on out with me.

Well that cat you will be payin',
You ought to make you there,
When that drummer hits the rim shot,
It almost busts the snare.

You put on your cat clothes,
And I will put on mine,
Together pretty babe,
We're gonna step on down the line.

Won't you cruise on out with me,
Come on, cruise on out with me.
Won't you cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out with me.

Won't you cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out with me.

Come on cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out with me.

Awwwhhhh...


4. CLOAK AND DAGGER


Owww...
She's got that cloak and dagger,
Sidewalk swagger,
Silent danger in her style.
An air of mystery,
You know it hit me,
When I saw those flashing lines.

Oh no, well don't you run and hide,
Lord I've been hypnotized,

Use no small town chatter,
She got the moonlight manner.
Use sleight of hand,
Tricks of the light.

Ain't no pretender,
She's a real contender.
Snakes and ladders ain't her style.

Oh no, well don't drive me wild,
Oww.. I'm feeling so mystified.

Oh..yeah...

Owww...

Oh yeah, you know you drive me wild,
Well I'm feeling so mystified.

Owww...

I've got that awkward stammer,
I just sorta stand there.
Some crazy feeling,
Cramps my style.

I should know better,
She's a real upsetter.
Well that moonlight manner,
Has got my mind.

Oh yeah, well don't you run and hide,
Oh yeah, I feel hypnotized.

5. Overnight Bag

Packed my things in an overnight bag,
A toothbrush and guitar, got no tail to drag.
Gonna leave, on the next passing breeze.
My heart is heavy, as a sky full of rain,
Mind full of notions, that I just can't explain.
The reasons why, just can't be supplied.

Trapped by a heartache, and freed by my will,
Sentenced to wander, so much time to kill,
Hear my plea, and rescue me.



Packed my sorrows in an overnight bag,
But I'll be gone much longer than that,
Who knows when, we'll meet again?

Too many sleepless nights, put my soul on edge,
And so many restless moods, lay heavy in my head.

Too many sleepless nights, put my soul on edge,
And so many restless moods, lay heavy in my head.

Wrote down my thoughts, and I sealed them in hope,
Sent them to you in a blue envelope,
Not received, it seems to me.

I had some things that I wanted to say,
But my chance, well it just blew away,
On the breeze, like some mystery.



6. SHADOW PLAY

In the flinty light, it's midnight,
And stars collide.
Shadows run, in full flight,
To run, seek and hide.
I'm still not sure what part I play,
In this shadow play, this shadow play.
Well, In the half-light, on this mad night,
I hear a voice in time.
Well, I look back, see a half-smile,
Then it's gone from sight.
Tell me, why everyone have changed,
In this shadow play, this shadow play,
I have to find my way,
In this shadow play.

Sounds come crashing,
And I hear laughing,
All those lights just blaze away.
I feel a little strange inside,
A little bit of Jekyll, a little Mr. Hyde.

Sounds come crashing,
And I hear laughing,
All those lights just blaze away.
I feel a little strange inside,
A little Dr. Jekyll, a little Mr. Hyde.
Yeah.........

Thoughts run wild, free as a child,
Into the night.
Across the screen a thin beam,
Of magic light.

Tell me why things don't look the same,
In this shadow play, this shadow play,
I have to find my way,
In this shadow play.
I have to get away,
In this shadow play,
Well help me find my way,
In this shadow play,
Yeah..........


7. MISSISSIPPI SHEIKS


I saw the Mississippi Sheiks,
On the corner of the street,
Oh, was it just a dream,
Like I've been traveling in a time machine.
Ohhh.

So come along with me,
Back to the southern streets,

I saw old Peg Leg Howell,
His gang was making quite a sound,
I heard Bo Carter wail,
And that git-fiddle-combo played.

Come along and see,
The Mississippi Sheiks.

Come on.....

What you gotta lose,
Can't ya hear me callin', calling you?
To beware should you fall, You've never lived at all,
Till you've done that Georgia crawl,

Well, I hear you little girl,
You say you've been around this world.
From Moscow to Abilene,
But there is one place you've yet to see,

So, come along and see,
The Mississippi Sheiks.



8. LAST OF THE INDEPENDENTS


I caught the Red-Eye at midnight,
In the nick of time,
On the 747,
And we soon were flying high.
Lord, I had no time to lose,
Things were getting hot,
Only I know where we stashed the loot,
The mob wants to know the spot.

They got the muscle in from Cleveland,
The fire-power from Detroit,
They missed me in New Jersey,
Though things got pretty tight.

Well, they caught my scent in Richmond,
At the Hotel Savoy,
But I got out the laundry shute,
And went to Chicago, Illinois.

I'm the Last of the Independents,
Yeah, they're searching coast to coast,
Only I know where we hid the loot,
Eleven years ago.

I caught the Red-Eye at midnight,
In the nick of time,
On the 747,
We soon were high and wide.

The moon was laughing at me,
Like it did not have a care,
But I just smiled right back and said,
"You ain't going anywhere".

Well, I want out of the rackets,
And the numbers game,
'Cos when you cross the big boss,
You only got yourself to blame.

I won't sing like a canary,
And I won't go naming names,
Well, I don't need police protection,
Well, I'll play it my own way.

I'm the Last of the Independents,
Well, I play by my own rules,
Yes, I'm the Last of the Independents,
The Syndicate, well, it don't approve.
Yeoowww...

Well, I'm the Last of the Independents,
Well, I got to keep on the move,
Well, I'm the Last of the Independents,
Well, I got no time to lose,
Time to lose,
Time to lose,
Yeoowww.

I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose,
Well, I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose,
Well, I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose,
Well, I've got no time,
Well, I've got no time to lose.


9. FUEL TO THE FIRE


Had me a whiskey, and I chased it,
Got me some trouble, gonna face it,
But if I had a trump card, I would place it,
That's for sure....yeah....
I had a dream, but I can't trace it,
I call out your name, so you might hear it,
But it only adds fuel, to the fire,
In my soul....yeah....

If I could just, re-write the pages,
Wake up with peace, with the way it is,
I don't wanna live in this world, if you can't grace it,
Anymore....anymore.....yeah...

Friends try to raise my spirits, higher,
Well, there's no doubting, the stong desire,
They don't feel the heat, of the fire,
In my soul....In my soul....

Had me a whiskey, and I chased it,
Got me some trouble, gonna face it,
But if I had a trump card, I would place it,
Yeah...At your door....oh yeah...


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