She was born in November 1963 the day I was Huxley died
And her mama believed me that every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high and her Daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs and he pictured all the places
Where he knew that she'd belong but he failed and taught her young
The only thing she'd need to carry on
He taught her how to
Run baby run baby run baby
Run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
Past the arms of the familiar and their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers slipping out before they say
So long baby loves to run
She counts out all her money in the taxi on the way to meet her plane
In stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting through the pouring rain
And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And she's think of all the places where she knows she still belongs
She smiles the secret smile and sure she knows exactly how to carry on
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
From their old familiar faces and their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers and slipping out before they say
So long, and baby loves to run
And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And she pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile because she knows exactly how
To carry on
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby run baby run
So run baby run baby
Run baby
Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club Album Lyrics
Sheryl Crow - Tuesday Night Music Club Lyrics
Writer: SHERYL CROW, DAVID FRANCIS BAERWALD, BILL BOTTRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Leaving Las Vegas
Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street
Not that I care at all
I spent the best part of my losing streak
In an Army Jeep
For what I can't recall
Oh I'm banging on my TV set
And I check the odds
And I place my bet
I pour a drink
And I pull the blind
And I wonder what I'll find
[Chorus]
I'm Leaving Las Vegas
Lights so bright
Palm sweat, blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving for good, for good
I'm leaving for good
I'm leaving for good
Used to be I could drive up to
Barstow for the night
Find some crossroad trucker
To demonstrate his might
But these days it seems
Nowhere is far enough away
So I'm leaving Las Vegas today
[Chorus]
I'm standing in the middle of the desert
Waiting for my ship to come in
But now no joker, no jack, no king
Can take this loser hand
And make it win
[Chorus]
I quit my job as a dancer
At the Lido Des Girls
Dealing blackjack until one or two
Such a muddy line between
The things you want
And the things you have to do
[Chorus]
I'm leaving Las Vegas
And I won't be back
No I won't be back
Not this time
On a gaudy neon street
Not that I care at all
I spent the best part of my losing streak
In an Army Jeep
For what I can't recall
Oh I'm banging on my TV set
And I check the odds
And I place my bet
I pour a drink
And I pull the blind
And I wonder what I'll find
[Chorus]
I'm Leaving Las Vegas
Lights so bright
Palm sweat, blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving for good, for good
I'm leaving for good
I'm leaving for good
Used to be I could drive up to
Barstow for the night
Find some crossroad trucker
To demonstrate his might
But these days it seems
Nowhere is far enough away
So I'm leaving Las Vegas today
[Chorus]
I'm standing in the middle of the desert
Waiting for my ship to come in
But now no joker, no jack, no king
Can take this loser hand
And make it win
[Chorus]
I quit my job as a dancer
At the Lido Des Girls
Dealing blackjack until one or two
Such a muddy line between
The things you want
And the things you have to do
[Chorus]
I'm leaving Las Vegas
And I won't be back
No I won't be back
Not this time
Writer: DAVID RICKETTS, KEVIN GILBERT, DAVID BAERWALD, SHERYL CROW, BILL BOTTRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Strong Enough
God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I'd be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Nothing's true and nothing's right
So let me be alone tonight
Cause you can't change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave
I have a face I cannot show
I make the rules up as I go
It's try and love me if you can
Are you strong enough to be my man?
When I've shown you that I just don't care
When I'm throwing punches in the air
When I'm broken down and I can't stand
Will you be strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I'd be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Nothing's true and nothing's right
So let me be alone tonight
Cause you can't change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave
I have a face I cannot show
I make the rules up as I go
It's try and love me if you can
Are you strong enough to be my man?
When I've shown you that I just don't care
When I'm throwing punches in the air
When I'm broken down and I can't stand
Will you be strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me
I promise I'll believe
Lie to me
But please don't leave
Writer: DAVID RICKETTS, KEVIN GILBERT, DAVID BAERWALD, BRIAN MACLEOD, SHERYL CROW, BILL BOTTRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Cant Cry Anymore
Took your car, drove to Texas
Sorry, honey but I suspected we were through
And I can't cry anymore
Since I left, feelin' better
'Cause that's what you get
When you stay together too long
And I can't cry anymore
Wouldn't it be good
If we could hop a flight to anywhere?
So long to this life
So much for pretending
'Cause bad luck's never-ending
And now I know that
Money comes in but the fact is
There's not enough to pay my taxes
And I can't cry anymore
Well, I got a brother, he's got real problems
Heroin, no, there's just no stopping him tonight
And I won't cry anymore
Wouldn't it be good
If we could hop a flight to anywhere?
So long to this life
So much for pretending
'Cause bad luck's never-ending
It's never-ending
Well, it could be worse, I could've missed my calling
Sometimes it hurts
But when you read the writing on the wall
Can't cry anymore
And wouldn't it be nice
If we could hop a flight to anywhere?
So long to this life
So much for pretending
'Cause bad luck's never-ending
And too much time I've been spending
With my heart in my hands waiting for time to come and mend it
I can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
Can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
Sorry, honey but I suspected we were through
And I can't cry anymore
Since I left, feelin' better
'Cause that's what you get
When you stay together too long
And I can't cry anymore
Wouldn't it be good
If we could hop a flight to anywhere?
So long to this life
So much for pretending
'Cause bad luck's never-ending
And now I know that
Money comes in but the fact is
There's not enough to pay my taxes
And I can't cry anymore
Well, I got a brother, he's got real problems
Heroin, no, there's just no stopping him tonight
And I won't cry anymore
Wouldn't it be good
If we could hop a flight to anywhere?
So long to this life
So much for pretending
'Cause bad luck's never-ending
It's never-ending
Well, it could be worse, I could've missed my calling
Sometimes it hurts
But when you read the writing on the wall
Can't cry anymore
And wouldn't it be nice
If we could hop a flight to anywhere?
So long to this life
So much for pretending
'Cause bad luck's never-ending
And too much time I've been spending
With my heart in my hands waiting for time to come and mend it
I can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
Can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
Writer: BILL BOTTRELL, SHERYL SUZANNE CROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Solidify
Pouring in and around the great wellspring
Of simple feeling
And I need bearings in the face of your
Cool cool fire
Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice
Makes my soul tired
And concrete is
As concrete doesn't
And voices can drown
Why should I [4 times]
Solidify
Make me real
So you can see me
I guess you thought
I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and
Make ice for you
You thought I'd seed my clouds
With the rain of your personal dreams
I guess you thought I'd throw confetti
At your parade of lofty thoughts
I guess you thought I'd shine good morning
In some good morning Jack
Surprise
Why should I [4 times]
Solidify
Make me real
So you can see me
Of simple feeling
And I need bearings in the face of your
Cool cool fire
Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice
Makes my soul tired
And concrete is
As concrete doesn't
And voices can drown
Why should I [4 times]
Solidify
Make me real
So you can see me
I guess you thought
I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and
Make ice for you
You thought I'd seed my clouds
With the rain of your personal dreams
I guess you thought I'd throw confetti
At your parade of lofty thoughts
I guess you thought I'd shine good morning
In some good morning Jack
Surprise
Why should I [4 times]
Solidify
Make me real
So you can see me
Writer: BAERWALD, BOTTRELL, CROW, GIL, HUNTER, MACLEOD, RICKETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
The Na-Na Song
Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic
Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me
37 million's what Larry Parker got me
World War XIV, my first Sony
Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
U.S. Army only wants a few straight men
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope
What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope
Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary
Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very
Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation
Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation
Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway
When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway
Gotta get a TV set for my car
Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Saniflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick
Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick
Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail
The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail
Eat sleep live die f*cking record label
G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table
Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong
Maybe if I'd him I'd have had a hit song
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic
Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me
37 million's what Larry Parker got me
World War XIV, my first Sony
Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
U.S. Army only wants a few straight men
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope
What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope
Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary
Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very
Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation
Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation
Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway
When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway
Gotta get a TV set for my car
Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Saniflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick
Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick
Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail
The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail
Eat sleep live die f*cking record label
G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table
Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong
Maybe if I'd him I'd have had a hit song
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Writer: BAERWALD, BOTTRELL, CROW, GILBERT, MACLEOD, RICKETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
No One Said It Would Be Easy
It's obvious the trouble we're in
When your father pulls up in a Mercedes Benz
He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood
But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent
You say, "It's just a question of eliminating
obstacles"
As you throw your dinner out the kitchen door
You say, "I know how you try"
But honey, let's eat out tonight
[Chorus]
No one said it would be easy
But no one said it'd be this hard
No one said it would be easy
No one thought we'd come this far
You can't seem to ever fold up a shirt
I bring it up and you think I'm a jerk
But I think we're here to stay
I can't imagine it any other way
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder who he's picturing
When he looks at me and smiles
[Chorus]
Oh, and look we've come this far
When your father pulls up in a Mercedes Benz
He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood
But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent
You say, "It's just a question of eliminating
obstacles"
As you throw your dinner out the kitchen door
You say, "I know how you try"
But honey, let's eat out tonight
[Chorus]
No one said it would be easy
But no one said it'd be this hard
No one said it would be easy
No one thought we'd come this far
You can't seem to ever fold up a shirt
I bring it up and you think I'm a jerk
But I think we're here to stay
I can't imagine it any other way
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wonder who he's picturing
When he looks at me and smiles
[Chorus]
Oh, and look we've come this far
Writer: KEVIN GILBERT, BILL BOTTRELL, SHERYL CROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
What I Can Do For You
I'm so glad you're awake
That you're not like the others
Cause they're so straight-laced
And no fun
Gosh that's nice
That lingerie
Makes me feel like
Oh, I don't know
You're a very pretty thing
You remind me of someone
You must have heard
Some awful nasty things about me, but
[Chorus]
What I can do for you
There's no one else
On God's green earth can do
What I can do for you
There's no one else
On God's green earth can do
Just ask anybody
They'll tell you that it's true
There's no one else on earth
Can do the things that I can do for you
You're never gonna make it
All by yourself
You're gonna need a friend
You're gonna need my help
I have so much to offer
If you just be nice
If you do what I say
And don't make me say it twice
Do you mind if I just
Rub my hand up thus
Come on just my hand
Come on just my hand
You got to understand
I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna be your man
That you're not like the others
Cause they're so straight-laced
And no fun
Gosh that's nice
That lingerie
Makes me feel like
Oh, I don't know
You're a very pretty thing
You remind me of someone
You must have heard
Some awful nasty things about me, but
[Chorus]
What I can do for you
There's no one else
On God's green earth can do
What I can do for you
There's no one else
On God's green earth can do
Just ask anybody
They'll tell you that it's true
There's no one else on earth
Can do the things that I can do for you
You're never gonna make it
All by yourself
You're gonna need a friend
You're gonna need my help
I have so much to offer
If you just be nice
If you do what I say
And don't make me say it twice
Do you mind if I just
Rub my hand up thus
Come on just my hand
Come on just my hand
You got to understand
I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna be your man
Writer: DAVID FRANCIS BAERWALD, SHERYL SUZANNE CROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
All I Wanna Do
Hit it!
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos
Of nothing
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole
life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on
the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
[Chorus]
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty
cars
The sun and the moon but
[Chorus]
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos
Of nothing
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole
life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on
the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
[Chorus]
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty
cars
The sun and the moon but
[Chorus]
Writer: Bill Bottrell, Kevin M Gilbert, Wyn Cooper, Sheryl Suzanne Crow, David Francis Baerwald
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
We Do What We Can
Downstairs they're playing Kenton
The house set to swing
I lay in my bed
And listen to everything
Cause Leo's in rare form tonight
His trombone sings so sweet
This is the room
Where they all come to meet
He said
I do what I can
I live for the moment
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am
And isn't it good
If we could freeze moments in time
We all would
But I do what I can
I do what I can
Downstairs he's playing Kenton
The Magnavox sighs
But oh how the music has changed
In all of our lives
He says "nobody listens
To modern jazz"
And I'll never have what those guys have
He says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am
And it's good to be alive
But everything's different since Leo died
I do what I can
Is this the end of the modern world
What could it mean for a young girl
Who sees the pain on his face
He does what he can
The procession on the TV screen
What could it possibly mean for a man
Who's come this far just to turn around
Could there still be life in Kenton's swing
With the Kennedys gone and everything
Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors
Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers
Riots down the street and discontented mothers
We do what we can
Downstairs it's quiet
Less alive somehow
Somehow he was everything that I am now
And he says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
And that's who I am
But it's good to be alive
And these are the choices
We make to survive
You do what you can
The house set to swing
I lay in my bed
And listen to everything
Cause Leo's in rare form tonight
His trombone sings so sweet
This is the room
Where they all come to meet
He said
I do what I can
I live for the moment
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am
And isn't it good
If we could freeze moments in time
We all would
But I do what I can
I do what I can
Downstairs he's playing Kenton
The Magnavox sighs
But oh how the music has changed
In all of our lives
He says "nobody listens
To modern jazz"
And I'll never have what those guys have
He says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am
And it's good to be alive
But everything's different since Leo died
I do what I can
Is this the end of the modern world
What could it mean for a young girl
Who sees the pain on his face
He does what he can
The procession on the TV screen
What could it possibly mean for a man
Who's come this far just to turn around
Could there still be life in Kenton's swing
With the Kennedys gone and everything
Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors
Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers
Riots down the street and discontented mothers
We do what we can
Downstairs it's quiet
Less alive somehow
Somehow he was everything that I am now
And he says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
And that's who I am
But it's good to be alive
And these are the choices
We make to survive
You do what you can
Writer: KEVIN GILBERT, BILL BOTTRELL, SHERYL CROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
I Shall Believe
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again
would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again
would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
Writer: SHERYL CROW, BILL BOTTRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Tuesday Night Music Club is the debut studio album from American singer-songwriter Sheryl Crow, released on August 3, 1993. The first two singles from the album were not particularly successful. However, the album gained attention after the success of the fourth single, "All I Wanna Do", based on the Wyn Cooper poem "Fun" and co-written by David Baerwald, Bill Bottrell, Sheryl Crow, and Kevin Gilbert.
The single eventually reached number two on the Billboard Hot 100, propelling the album to number three on the US Billboard 200 albums chart. It has sold more than 4.5 million copies in the US as of January 2008. On the UK Albums Chart, Tuesday Night Music Club reached number eight and is certified 2× platinum.
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Sheryl CrowThe single eventually reached number two on the Billboard Hot 100, propelling the album to number three on the US Billboard 200 albums chart. It has sold more than 4.5 million copies in the US as of January 2008. On the UK Albums Chart, Tuesday Night Music Club reached number eight and is certified 2× platinum.
Genre(s): Pop, rock
Producer(s): Bill Bottrell
Length: 49:42
Released: August 3rd, 1993
Year: 1993