Thirteen Ringtones

Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at With the number '13' tattooed on my neck That ink starts to itch Black gon' turn to red I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken Reach from here to Hell And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back Pray you don't look at me And I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young Found me with a preacherman confessin' all I done Catch me with the devil playing 21 And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young When I was young When I was young When I was young

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken reach from here to hell Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young They just gave me the number when I was young

Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled The thought, unlocked Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled The thought, unlocked Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled The thought, unlocked Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five Gone to find a place for us to hide Be together, but alone As the need for it has grown You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five Gone to find a place for us to hide Be together, but alone As the need for it has grown, yeah Cha cha, cha cha, cha cha Cha cha, cha cha A cave or a shed A car or a bed A hole in the ground Or a burial mound A bush or a tree Or the aegean sea, will do for me Cha cha, cha cha, cha cha Cha cha, cha cha, ha I can say that you look pretty You turn my legs into spaghetti You set my heart on fire For you I found a vent In the bottom of a coal mine Just enough space for your hands in the inside If you go Do let me know You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five Gone to find a place for us to hide A den or a dessert Perhaps an ink squirt A cellar, a wishing well, a war Or a guarantee will do for me For you I found a cell On the top floor of a prison Just enough space for you to fit your feet in If you go Do let me know For you I found a cell On the top floor of a prison Just enough space for you to fit your feet in If you go Please let me know I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire

Won't you let me walk you home from school? Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe Friday I can Get tickets for the dance And I'll take you, ooh ooh Won't you tell your dad to get off my back? Tell him what we said about Paint It Black Rock and roll is here to stay Come inside where it's okay And I'll shake you, ooh ooh Won't you tell me what you're thinking of? Would you be an outlaw for my love? If it's over let me know If it's nowhere I can go I won't make you, ooh ooh

Twenty Thirteen, Oh what a night, The DJ moved the crowd. Twenty Thirteen, Still in my heart, The music and the stars. Oh, Twenty Thirteen, Oh what a night we've had. And we were cheering for bass lines, And slurred rolls, and they'd sell some smoke, Oh magic. And they were bringing us trays of wine, And any kind of alcohol and coke. Twenty Thirteen, Oh what a night we've had. Memories we share will live on, and on, and on, and on... And on and on and on and on, and that's the end of the song

Thirteen days on a gig in the South Well, we got enough dope to keep us all loud Yeah, we got two girls dancin' to bring in a crowd A sound man to mix us, make us sound loud Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know Thirteen days, five to go Well, there's Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge We're smokin' cigarettes and reefer, drinkin' coffee and booze I saw the sun come up in Atlanta, go down in New Orleans I got to know a waitress, I tried to get in her jeans Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know Thirteen days, five to go, yeah Well, the Migrant Workers is the name of this band Well, if we're ever in your town come see us if you can Yeah, we been to New York and we've been to New Orleans Some take to religion, some take to magazines and Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know Thirteen days, I got five to go Yeah, thirteen days, five to go

Hang your hopes on sun But the ships don't sail Storm clouds rule everything Sailors pack both bars and Marlene works hard More cheap engagement rings Thirteen blood red rosebuds Five weird weekend crimes Sixteen sincere smiles while Nobody's lyin' Alibis need help when their proofs not clear Who'll fake good words to say? Even Marlene's eyes can't disguise cold fear Now curse your jealous ways Thirteen blood red rosebuds Five weird weekend crimes Sixteen sincere smiles while Nobody's lyin' Things she'd say would tend to make you sad Lonesome for a past you never had Leave a note that lies about your life baby Your Kampuchea cobwebs and your wife Think of Marlene's mouth as a keepsake scar And close your dockside door Walk the wet fields fast towards the morning star And change your name once more Thirteen blood red rosebuds Five weird weekend crimes Sixteen sincere smiles while Nobody's. Thirteen blood red rosebuds Five weird weekend crimes Sixteen sincere smiles while Nobody's lyin'