Lowdown (Live)
Lyrics
Baby's into runnin' around, hangin' with the crowd Puttin' your business in the street, talkin' out loud Sayin' you bought her this and that, how much you done spent? I swear she must believe it's all Heaven sentfull lyrics...
Baby's into runnin' around, hangin' with the crowd Puttin' your business in the street, talkin' out loud Sayin' you bought her this and that, how much you done spent? I swear she must believe it's all Heaven sentfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentationextensive vamping
minor key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
an electric guitar solo
electric pianos
classic rhodes sound
vocal harmonies
heavy instrumental improvisation
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Baby's into runnin' around, hangin' with the crowd Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder? Hey boy you better bring the chick around Ohh look out for that lowdown I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder Shame to you Songwriters: David F Paich, Boz Scaggs Same old schoolboy game got you into this mess Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? You ain't got to be so bad, got to be so cold Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who Turn on that old lovelight and turn a 'Maybe' to a 'Yes' Put those ideas in your head To the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown Yea Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? An' face the sad old truth, the dirty lowdown This 'Dog eat dog' existence sure is gettin' old Got to have a Jones for this Jones for that Dig the low, low, low, low, lowdown Come on back down little son yeah Sayin' you bought her this and that, how much you done spent? Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? Got you thinking like that boy To the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown That dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty lowdown Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? Hey son better get on back to town Put the money on the table and drive it off the lot Gave her that big idea Nothin' you can't handle, nothin' you ain't got Publisher: HUDMAR PUBLISHING COMPANY Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who? And this runnin' with the Jones's boy just ain't where it's at An' I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who Lookin' at God in her face and the sand Puttin' your business in the street, talkin' out loud Taught her how to talk like that Got you thinking like that Got you with a smile I swear she must believe it's all Heaven sent You gonna come back around


