The Rolling Stones lyrics - Album: Black and Blue [1976]

Hot Stuff

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hot stuff, hot stuff

Can't get enough

Hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough

The music is mighty, mighty fine

Hot stuff

Play it rough

Cause music is want I want

To keep my body always moving

Yeah, shake it up, hot stuff

Everyday I get another dose

I can't stand it when the music stops

Hot stuff

Everybody on the dance floor

You know what I'm talking about

Music make you forget all your trouble

Make you sing and make you tell the whole wide world

So what? Hot stuff

I want to tell all my friends in London

There ain't nothing wrong with you

But you'd better shape up

Shake it up, your hot stuff

All the people in New York City

I know you all going broke

But I know your tough, yeah you're hot stuff

To everybody in Jamaica

That's working in the sun

Your hot, your hot stuff

Shake it up, hot stuff

Hand Of Fate


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

The hand of fate is on me now

It pick me up and knock me down

I'm on the run, I'm prison bound

The hand of fate is heavy now

I killed a man, I'm highway bound

The wheel of fortune keeps turning round

Turning round, turning round

I should have known it was a one horse town

My sweet girl was once his wife

He had papers the judge had signed

The wind blew hard, it was stormy night

He shot me once, but I shot him twice

The hand of fate is on me now

It pick me up and it kicked me right down

Kicked me right down

Kicked me right down

I had to save her life

Yeah, I gunned him twice

Yeah, and I watched him die, watch out boy

Yeah, I watched him die

He was a barroom man, the violent kind

He had no love for that gal of mine

Then one day in a drinking bout

He swore he'd throw me right of town

The hand of fate is on me now

I shot that man I put him underground

I put him underground

Yes I did

I'm on the run, I hear the hounds

My luck is up, my chips are down

So goodbye baby, so long now

Wish me luck, I'm going to need it child

The hand of fate is on me now

Yeah it's too late

Too late baby, too late now

The hand of fate is on me now

The hand of fate is heavy now

It pick you up and knock you down

Cherry Oh Baby


(E. Donaldson)

Oh, Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby

Doncha know I in need of thee

You don't believe it true

Why don't you love me, too

Its so long I been waiting

For you to come right in

Now that we are together

Is make my joy run over

Whoa, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo

Whoa, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Oh Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby

Doncha know I in love with you

You don't believe I know

So why don't you try me

I'm never gonna let you down

Never make you wear no frown

You say you love me madly

Then why do you treat me badly

Whoa, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo

Whoa, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo

Yeeeaah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeeeaah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby

Doncha know I in love with you

You don't believe I know

So why don't you try me (try me)

I'm never gonna let you down no

Never make you wear no frown

You say you love me madly

Then why do you treat me badly

Whoa, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo

Whoa, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo, eeyo

Yeeeaah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeeeaah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Memory Motel


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl

Her eyes were hazel

And her nose were slightly curved

We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel

It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well

It took a starry to steal my breath away

Down on the water front

Her hair all drenched in spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl

Her eyes were hazel

And her teeth were slightly curved

She took my guitar and she began to play

She sang a song to me

Stuck right in my brain

You're just a memory of a love

That used to be

You're just a memory of a love

That used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own

And she use it well

Well she's one of a kind

She's got a mind

She got a mind of her own

And she use it mighty fine

She drove a pick-up truck

Painted green and blue

The tires were wearing thin

She turned a mile or two

When I asked her where she headed for

"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"

I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge

My nerves are shot already

The road ain't all that smooth

Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone

I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones

You're just a memory of a love

That used to mean so much to me

You're just a memory girl

You're just a sweet memory

And it used to mean so much to me

Sha la la la la

She got a mind of her own

And she use it well

Mighty fine, she's one of a kind

On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze

We've been ten thousand miles

Been in fifteen states

Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind

I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried

What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor

It's just some friends of mine

And they're busting down the door

Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel

Hey Negrita


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hey Negrita, hey now

Move your body, move your mouth

Shake lady, way down south

Shake baby, in your home town

Come si chiama, what's you game?

I'm just a poor man, what's your name?

Shake your body, do it up now

Shake body, move it up now

Hey Negrita, hey now

Hey conchita, shake it up now

Bate las caderas, do it up now

Flash of gold in your ears, child

Flash of gold in your eyes

Saw the gleam in your mouth

Saw the steel in your thighs

Do it up now

Bate las caderas, do it up now

Just a momentita, not so fast

I need money, my sweet ass

Listen I'm a poor man

My pay is low

Here's one last dollar, then we go

"One last dollar," she say "I got my pride"

Going to get your boss, boy

Going to tan your hide

Hey Negrita, hey now

Hey Negrita, do it right now

Melody


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Came home one morning about quarter to three

I'm banging on my door cause I just lost my key

Open up, baby, you got someone else inside

I'm going to come get you dead or alive

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

I took her out dancing but she drank away my cash

She said, "I'm going to fix my face don't you worry I'll be back"

I'm looking for her high and low like a mustard for a ham

She was crashed out in the bathroom

In the arms of my best friend

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name...

Then one day she left me

She took everything that moved

My car, she took my trailer home

She took my Sunday boots

My nose is on her trail

I'm going to catch her by surprise

Then I'm going to have the pleasure

To roast that child alive

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name

Melody, it was her second name...

Fool To Cry


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

When I come home baby

And I've been working all night long

I put my daughter on my knee, and she say

"Daddy what's wrong?"

I put my head on her shoulder

She whispers in my ear so sweet

You know what she says?

"Daddy you're a fool to cry

You're a fool to cry

And it makes me wonder why."

You know, I got a woman

And she lives in the poor part of town

and I go see her sometimes

And we make love, so fine

I put my head on her shoulder

She says, "Tell me all your troubles."

You know what she says? She says

"Daddy you're a fool to cry

You're a fool to cry

and it makes me wonder why."

Daddy you're a fool to cry

Oh, I love you so much baby

Daddy you're a fool to cry

Daddy you're a fool to cry, yeah

She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry

You're a fool to cry

And it makes me wonder why."

She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry

Daddy you're a fool to cry

Daddy you're a fool to cry

Daddy you're a fool to cry

Even my friends say to me sometimes

And make out like I don't understand them

You know what they say?

They say, "Daddy you're a fool to cry

You're a fool to cry

You're a fool to cry

And it makes me wonder why."

I'm a fool baby

I'm a fool baby

I'm a certified fool, now

I want to tell ya

Gotta tell ya, baby

I'm a fool baby

I'm a fool baby

Certified fool for ya, mama, come on

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

I'm a fool

Crazy Mama


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Well you're crazy Mama

With your ball and chain

And your sawn off shotgun

Blown out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me

Scorn my name

You can steal my money

And that don't mean a doggone thing

Cause if you really think you can push it

I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet

Your crazy mama, ah yeah

Well your old time religion

Is just a superstition

You going to pay high prices

For your sacrificises

Well your blood and thunder

Sure can't faze me none

If your going to keep on coming

I'm gonna take it all head on

If you don't believe I'm going to do it

Just wait till you get hit by that bullet

Don't think I ain't thought about it

But it sure makes my shackles rise

And cold blood murder

Make me want to draw the line

Well your crazy mama

With your ball and chain

Plain psychotic

Plain insane

If you don't think I'm gonna do it

Just wait for the thud of the bullet

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