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Labor of Love (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
When you woke up this morning, you were feeling like someone that you ain’t
You want to stay at home, but the bills are piling up so you can’t
Cause the boss has done told you that you better be at work on time
Cause if you don’t you’ll be standing at the wrong end of the employment line

Well it doesn’t seem fair but it ain’t up to you
Cause when you work for the man, what’s a poor boy to do
Just believe in yourself, take off them kid gloves
You don’t do it for money
It’s just a labor of love

You remember what it was that made you first think about leaving home
Never once realizing when you did it meant being on your own
Cause you don’t have your mommy and daddy to be there for you
You got to trust in your faith cause it’s the only thing that you can do

It’s a mission of mercy some call a fool’s dream
To be caught up in something that ain’t what it seemed
Keep baring your soul till you’ve had enough
But you’re still hanging ‘round
Cause it’s a labor of love

Break

Every time I try to see
What it is inside of me
That keeps me hanging on
Must be help from above
It’s just a labor of love

(Vamp) Just a labor of love

Hopelessly In Love With You (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Since I’ve been loving you, baby
A lot of things have changed
You were the sunshine in my life
But now my blues skies are covered with rain
I was once a happy person
But then you turned
That’s when the bullets flew
You shot a hole in my heart
But still I’m hopelessly in love with you

I used to enjoy the morning
Same with the rest of the day
It was the nighttime that tore us apart
The more that you stayed away
Now you want to tell me it’s over
Before I’m even given a clue
It’s such a mystery to me
Cause still I’m hopelessly in love with you

Bridge:
Every evening when the sun goes down
You’re out there somewhere
Trying to repaint the town
Don’t even care enough
To pick up the phone
Are you afraid of what I’m doing back home?

Repeat Bridge

You took the soul out of me
And all my friends know it’s true
It’s such a mystery to me
Cause I’m hopelessly in love with you

Such a mystery to me
Cause I’m hopelessly in love with you

My Kind of Woman (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Early in the morning when I first wake up
She brings me coffee in my favorite cup
Gives me a kiss and says have a nice day
Man, I wouldn’t have it any other way

Cause she’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
Cause she’s in love with me

Lunchtime comes & I’m tired from the heat
I’m soaking wet from my head to my feet
Open that box up and what do I see
I got a five course dinner and a love note to me

Cause she’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
Cause she’s in love with me

She’s my kind of woman
Cause she’s in love with me
If I could have it any other way
I still wouldn’t change a thing
Because she’s got that certain something
That makes my world go around
She’s got my head in the clouds
But my feet on the ground

Yes, she’s my kind of woman
Cause she’s in love with me

Five o’clock when that old whistle blows
Jump in my car and head straight down the road
What a sight for sore eyes
When she opens the door
She’s got a red silk robe
That just fell to the floor

Cause she’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
She’s my kind of woman
Cause she’s in love with me

Blues Travels Fast (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
You hear about people
Makin’ front page news
Stories about winners
Who deserve to lose
It starts at the top
Till finally at last
You’re knee deep in trouble
Cause blues travels fast

Well I heard about this man
Who came to work one day
He had way too much power
So everyone had to pay
Yeah, he sent people home
With a real bitter past
Now the company’s shut down
Cause blues travels fast

Bridge:
It’s like a strong act of nature
Or some deadly disease
You got to bite your tongue
Till you’re weak in the knees
To keep from cursing his mother
But it’s all in the past
See it comes back around
Cause blues travels fast

Just like O.J. Simpson
Or that man Dr. Death
No matter where they go
They just can’t get no rest
It’s like a chemical weapon
Full of some deadly gas
You can’t hardly escape
Cause blues travels fast

Repeat Bridge

Blues travels fast

Red Thunderbird (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
She’s built for comfort
She’s built for speed
She’s the whole enchilada
Everything that I need
Her curves are rounded
She’s low to the ground
There ain’t nothing can touch her
She’s the fastest around
She’s fully loaded
With cruise control
But when I step on the gas
She’s ready to roll
She’s got fuel injection
Hundred twenty in third
Feels like I’m leaving the ground
In this Red Thunderbird

Well I’ve driven a four
Even had a V-6
But it ain’t hard to figure
They just don’t do the trick
Yeah, there’s just something special
About that rumbling sound
Makes people stop and look
When I go driving downtown

I’ve been dreaming of my own
Since I was only thirteen
Cause my daddy used to own one
It was one bad machine
He used to take me out driving
Never saying a word
Cause he was burning up the road
In that Red Thunderbird

You can take your Lamborghini
Send it back to Italy
As a matter of fact
You can send them all back
Cause they don’t do a thing for me

I never owned a Chrysler
Had one Chevrolet
Then I got myself a Ford
That I’m still driving today
Yeah, if you’re living in America
There’s one of the three
We gotta keep some folks working
Seems fair enough to me
But if you’re looking for something
And don’t know where to start
I can tell you about a car
That’s a real work of art
Yeah, for over forty years
They been preaching the word
Go out and get yourself
A red hot Thunderbird

You can take your Lamborghini
Send it back to Italy
As a matter of fact
You can send them all back
Cause they don’t do a thing for me

I want something I can go down to my local NAPA auto parts store
And get myself a great big fat HOLLEY carburetor
Or maybe a set of those Raybestos brake shoes
That I can put on the front of my big Red Thunderbird

She’s a Red Thunderbird....

I Need Somebody (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
I need somebody, somebody to love
Someone who won’t hurt me, or put no one else above
Who doesn’t go crazy
When something goes wrong
Please send me somebody
I’ve been lonely too long

Is there nobody out there
Or is it just me
I should have found me somebody
I guess it’s not meant to be
I’m doin’ alright
But I’m feelin’ all wrong
Please send me somebody
I’ve been lonely too long

I need somebody
When it’s late at night
Who’ll hold me real close
And let me know it’s alright
I’m feeling real weak
I need someone who’s strong
I need somebody
I’ve been lonely too long

Repeat chorus

Send me somebody
I’ve been lonely too long....too long....

King of the Blues (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
He was born under a bad sign
Had a cross cut saw
But when it came to the blues
He really laid down the law
His guitar’s name was Lucy
She’s a pretty Flying V
He could really make her cry
It was something else to see

Chorus:
Let’s cheer for Albert
He’s the King of the Blues
From the top of his head
Down to the tips of his shoes
There ain’t never been before
Never gonna be again
Have mercy on the fool
Who tries to take his place, my friend

You could see him at the laundramat
Playing the blues
He stood six foot four
Wore a 14 shoe
He really packed ‘em in
Down at the concert hall
Every time he was in town
You had a natural ball

Repeat Chorus

He invented blues power
As we know it today
For over fifty years
We got to hear him play
Until the angel of mercy
Came down and took his soul
Now he’s on permanent retirement
Down at his favorite fishing hole

Repeat Chorus

Ain’t never been before
Never gonna be again
Have mercy on the fool
That tries to take his place, my friend

Let’s cheer for Albert
King of the Blues

Let’s cheer for Albert
The King of the Blues
He’d play some guitar for you

We miss you so bad...

What Are We Fighting For? (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Well I want to tell you people
That we’re living in a time
Where prejudice and hatred
Are both planted in our minds
You read it in the paper
It’s on the video
Someone is being tried
Because they chose a different road

Condemnation doesn’t seem right
Brother against brother
Sirens in the night
We paid the cost for freedom
It’s called the Civil War
If we’ve made all this progress
Then what are we fighting for?

With environmental hazards
Police brutality
From the oil spill in Alaska
To the beating of Rodney King
You ever think about the children?
Makes we wonder how they feel
They’re left to pay this deficit
But can’t get a decent meal

Condemnation doesn’t seem right
Brother against brother
Sirens in the night
We paid the cost for freedom
It’s called the Civil War
If we’ve made all this progress
Then what are we fighting for?

What are we fighting for?

Then what are we fighting for....

She'll Drive You Out of Your Mind (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
What makes a man go out searching
When what he’s looking for is at home
He’s playing a game that he just can’t win
Until he finds himself alone
He goes a little bit crazy
Thinks he’s needing a change
But then he crosses that line
And in just a matter of time
He finds himself only to blame

It’s the same old story
It happens all the time
You start messin’ with trouble
She’ll drive you out of your mind

Once I had me a sweet thing
She’d do anything for me
Trusted me with her body and soul
And still I left her in misery
I started hitting the night spots
With some old friends of mine
I was looking for grass
That was a little bit greener
And got taken by the women and wine
It’s the same old story
It happens all the time
You start messin’ with trouble
She’ll drive you out of your mind

Since that good woman left me
I’ve fallen on some hard times
If I’d only known
It would turn out this way
I’d left all those troubles behind
Yeah, I learned me a lesson
I don’t mind sharing with you
You start messin’ with trouble
She’ll make a big fool out of you

It’s the same old story
It happens all the time
You start messin’ with trouble
She’ll drive you out of your mind

You start messin’ with trouble
She’ll drive you out of your mind

I'm In Love With That Girl (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Well you ought to see my baby
Man, she sure is fine
When she gets up in the morning
She gives new meaning to the word sunshine

Chorus:
Yeah, I’m in love with that girl
She’s fine as she can be
She’s the one thing that I count on
She means everything to me

When she goes in the kitchen
She’s bad for goodness sake
She can take a chicken
And make it taste just like a T-bone steak

I’m in love with that girl
She’s fine as she can be
She’s my sunshine in the morning
She’s the sugar in my tea

She likes to go out dancing
On a Saturday night
But every time we do
It always ends in a fight
Cause some poor fool
Is bound to do it again
Go stick his hands in places
Where they never should have been

When I come home in the evening
She asks me how was my day
I start thinking about the good times
And all the bad just fades away

Yeah, I’m in love with that girl
She’s fine as she can be
She’s the one thing that I count on
She means everything to me

Repeat

Designated Fool (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
If you ever need someone
You can just talk to
Just call on me
And I’ll be by your side
And if you ever feel the need
To let me hold you
I’ll pick you up
And take you on a slow ride

But I won’t be the one
You can just kick around
Hey listen up baby
That wouldn’t be too cool
But if you’re looking for fun
Or you just need someone
To give you a ride downtown
I’ll take you there
But I won’t be your designated fool

A designated fool
For you baby
It really don’t appeal to me
A designated fool
It ain’t something
That I ever wanted to be
But when your searching is done
And you haven’t found someone
That’s that cool
Hey baby I’m your man
But I won’t be your designated fool

But when your searching is done
And you haven’t found someone
That’s that cool
Hey baby I’m your man
But I won’t be your designated fool

Hey baby I’m your man
But I won’t be your designated fool

I’m your man
But I won’t be your designated fool

Ten Most Wanted (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Well, I’ve been up the East Coast baby
Been down the West
Gotten off that beaten path
A few times I confess
And loved a thousand women
Before the first time that we kissed
Pretty soon I realized
That your love is on the ten most wanted list

Well I made my way through Texas
Those yellow roses sure were fine
Then I headed south through Beaumont
And crossed the Bluziana line
There I met me some Creole babies
We partied in the bayou mist
Yeah they was hot and spicy
But your love is on the ten most wanted list

Chorus:
Loving like you got
Is what makes countries go to war
Well I heard you loved a man so hard
You left him lying on the floor
There’s never been a soul before
That you could not make crawl
They should have your picture tacked up
On the post office wall

Well I been to New York City
Where the women moved so fast
That trying to keep up with them
Had me running out of gas
Then I went down to Atlanta
The girls there have that southern twist
Yeah I dig them Georgia peaches
But your love is on the ten most wanted list

Repeat Chorus

Talking about my little baby
She sure is sweet
Your love is on the ten most wanted list

Cruisin' For a Bluesin' (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Well, I was hanging out
Just the other night
I had two tall drinks
So I was feeling all right
When I met this lady
Wearing high heel shoes
She had plenty to gain
I had nothing to lose
So we started talking
Well into the night
And we was still throwin’ down
Come the morning light
Then she told me stories
About where she’d been
Where her road ended
My blues all began

Chorus:
I was cruisin’ for a bluesin’
But little did I know
That a thousand other hearts out there
She had broke before
She made it sound so easy
Still she had no regrets
Yeah, I’m cruisin’ for a bluesin’
But I haven’t got there yet

Well I’d stay at her place
Then she’d stay at mine
The money I went through
On dinner and good wine
Must have cost me a fortune
Still it was fun I must confess
Until I got that bill
From my American Express
She told me don’t worry
I’ll stand right by your side
I should have charged her mileage
The way she took me for a ride
She had me believin’
That she’d never say goodbye
Then she stole my money
And my clothes
Man she hung me out to dry

Repeat Chorus

Just the other night
I was watching the news
When I saw that lady
In those high heel shoes
Yeah she was doing time
Down at a house of pain
She had to trade those shoes
For a ball and chain
Yeah they found her guilty
In the third degree
Must be a consolation
For what she did to me
Well I’m telling you people
Just how close you get
When you’re cruisin’ for a bluesin’
But you haven’t got there yet

Cruisin’ for a bluesin’
But you haven’t got there yet

Sun Come Up This Morning (Then the Rain Just Washed It Down) (Michael Holloway, Left Out Music/Nightfly Publishing, BMI)
Well the sun come up this morning
Then the rain just washed it down
Well the sun come up this morning
Then the rain just washed it down
Ain’t been no change in the weather
Since my little girl stopped coming round

Well she said she wasn’t happy
She needed time to find herself
Yeah she said she wasn’t happy
She needed time just to find herself
I didn’t know that I’d lost her
Until her girlfriend said she left

Hey baby what are you doing tonight?

Well I keep right on believing
But it gets tougher every day
Yeah I keep right on believing
But it gets tougher every day
That my baby’s gonna come back
Then everything will be okay

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