The Rolling Stones lyrics - Album: Sticky Fingers [1971]

Brown Sugar

- Jagger/Richard

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in

New Orleans

Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women,

just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like

a young girl should

Drums beating cold English blood runs hot

Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop House boy knows that

he's doing alright

You should a heard him just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like

a young girl should

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like

a black girl should

I bet your mama was a tent show queen

And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no school boy but I

know what I like

You should have heard me just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like

a young girl should

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew

How come you... How come you taste so good? Is said yeah, yeah, yeah,

whew

Just like a black girl should

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew

Sway


- Jagger/Richard

Did you ever wake up to find

A day that broke up your mind

Destroyed your notion of circular time

It's just that demon life has got you in its sway It's just that demon

life has got you in its sway

Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on

the burial ground Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon

life has got me in its sway

There must be ways to find out

Love is the way they say is really strutting out

One day I woke up to find

Right in the bed next to mine

Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon

life has got me in its sway

Wild Horses


- Jagger/Richard

Childhood living is easy to do

The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know

who I am,

You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild Horses,

Couldn't drag me away,

Wild, wild horses,

Couldn't drag me away...

I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain Now you decided to show me

the same

No sweeping exits or offstage lines,

Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild Horses,

Couldn't drag me away,

Wild, wild horses,

Couldn't drag me away...

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie,

I have my freedom but I don't have much time Faith has been broken

tears must be cried, Let's do some living after we die

Wild Horses,

Couldn't drag me away,

Wild, wild horses,

We'll ride them someday

Wild Horses,

Couldn't drag me away,

Wild, wild horses,

We'll ride them someday

Can't You Hear Me Knockin'


- Jagger/Richard

Yeah, you got satin shoes

Yeah, you got fancy boots

Y'all got cocaine eyes

Yeah, you got speed freak jive

Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin'

on your door

Can't you hear me knockin' down the dirty street

Hey, help me baby, I ain't no stranger Help me baby, I ain't no

stranger

Help me baby, I ain't no stranger

Can't you hear me knockin' when you're safe asleep Can't you hear me

knockin' down the gas light street Can't you hear me knockin' throw me

down the keys

Allright now

Hear me ringing big bells toll

Hear me singing soft and low

I've been begging on my knees

I've been kickin'

Help me please

Hear me prowlin

I'm gonna take you down

Hear me growlin', yeah

I've got flatted feet

Now, now, now hear me howlin'

I'm all around your street now

hear me knockin' I'm around your town

You Gotta Move


- Fred McDowell

You gotta move

You gotta move

You gotta move, child

You gotta move

Oh, when the Lord gets ready

You gotta move

You may be high

You may be low

You may be rich, child

You may be poor

But when the Lord gets ready

You gotta move

You se that woman,

who walks the street

You see that police,

upon his beat

But then the Lord gets ready

You gotta move

You gotta move

Bitch


- Jagger/Richard

I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnights sleep

I'm feeling so tired, Ow!, so distracted Ain't touched a thing all

week

I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink all

night

Feeling hungry, can't see the reason Just had a horse meat pie

Yeah when you call my name

I salivate like a Pavlov dog

Yeah when you lay me out

My heart starts beating like a big bass drum, alright

Yeah you got to mix it child

Ya got to fix it must be love

It's a bitch

You got to mix it child

Ya got to fix it must be love

It's a bitch allright

Sometimes I'm sexy, move lik a stud

Kicking the stall all night

Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on Don't have no bark or bite

Yeah when you call my name

I salivate like a Pavlov dog

Yeah when you lay me out

My heart starts beating like a big bass drum

I Got The Blues


- Jagger/Richard

As I stand by your flame

I get burned once again

Feelin' low down and blue, Yeah

As I sit by the fire

of your warm desire

I've got the blues for you, Yeah

Every night you've been away

I've sat down and I have prayed

That you're safe in the arms of a guy Who will bring you alive

Won't drag you down with abuse

In the silk sheet of time

I will find peace of mind

Love is a bed full of blues

And I've got the blues for you

And I've got the blues for you

And I've got burned up for you

And I'll tear my hair out

I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you If you don't believe what I'm

saying

At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well, I'm singing my song for

you

Sister Morphine


- Jagger/Richard/Marianne Faithfull

Here I lie in my hospital bed

Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't

think I can wait that long

Oh you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears

Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I

doing in this place?

Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I can't crawl across the floor

Ah, Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score.

Well it just goes to show things are not what they seem Please, Sister

Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams. Oh can't you see I'm fading

fast?

And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hands on my head Ah come on,

Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed 'Cause you know and I know

in the morning I'll be dead

You can sit around and you can watch all the clean white sheets

stained red.

Dead Flowers


- Jagger/Richard

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking

to some rich folk that you know

Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Cause you know I

could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down

I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send

me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Send me dead flowers to my wedding

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink cadillac Making bets

on Kentucky Derby Day

Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another

girl to take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down

I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send

me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Send me dead flowers to my wedding

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down

I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send

me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the US mail

Say it with dead flowers in my wedding

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to

put roses on your grave

Moonlight Mile


- Jagger/Richard

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold with a head full of snow

with a head full of snow

In the window there's a face you know Don't the night pass slow

Don't the night pass slow

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad mad

day on the road

I am just living to be lying by your side

But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes

Gonna warm my bones,

gonna warm my bones

I got silence on my radio

Let the air waves flow,

let the air waves flow

For I'm sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day

on the road

My dreams are fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight

mile down the road

I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming

I'm riding down your moonlight mile

I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming

I'm riding down your moonlight mile

There I go now coming home now baby

Yeah, there I go now coming home now baby Yeah, I'm coming home 'cause

I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road on down the road,

down the road

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