(Red Album)
29 December 1969
Capitol
Recorded at Cleveland Recording Company Studios
Line up: Don Brewer: Drums, Vocals Mark Farner: Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboards, Vocals Mel Schacher: Bass, Vocals
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Grand Funk (Red Album) 29 December 1969 Capitol Recorded at Cleveland Recording Company Studios |
Line up: Don Brewer: Drums, Vocals Mark Farner: Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboards, Vocals Mel Schacher: Bass, Vocals |
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All songs written by Mark Farner except where noted |
Got This Thing on the Move Mark Farner Come on over to my side It's where you wanna' be Come along for the joy ride And let your mama see Ain't no way to deny it If it's in your soul You don't know 'till you try it Baby let the good time roll Let me taste your life Let me fill your stream Let me make you feel it right now Just lay back and dream Got this thing on the move, it's beginin' Got a strange kind of feeling, under my skin I hear my baby knockin' At my front door She knows what I got She wants some more And when it's all over I start to come down Thing just rest in place I leave the ground |
Please Don't Worry Don Brewer/Farner If somebody tells you "Look out boy," "That stuff you're doin's way too strong." Pay them no mind, just give us time Keep your head, you can't do no wrong Please don't worry 'bout no jury There's so many of us anyway If somebody tries to bust you 'Cause you had their daughter late last night Don't get me wrong But you must be strong and you just can't get uptight Please don't worry 'bout no jury There's so many of us anyway If somebody says you look funny 'Cause the way you dress to them ain't right Say "Hey can't you see, you look funny to me?" "But I'm just tryin' to be polite." Please don't worry 'bout no jury There's so many of us anyway Please don't worry 'bout no jury There's so many of us anyway Please don't worry, 'bout no jury, There's so many, of us anyway |
High Falootin' Woman Mark Farner I can see you comin' mama yes you're movin' on down the line I can see you comin' mama yes you're movin' on down the line You done have left a thousand men and they're all back there cryin' She's a high falootin' woman and she just can't do no wrong She's a high falootin' woman and she just can't do no wrong She gonna' cry some day and I know it can't be too long She got hips like she oughta and Lord she can make 'em move She got hips like she oughta and Lord she can make 'em move And she'll do anything to make you get in her groove Lord have mercy on you woman and your wicked soul Lord have mercy on you woman and your wicked soul 'Cause that high falootin' woman gonna' live 'till she's a hundred years old |
Mr. Limousine Driver Mark Farner Hey Mr. Limousine driver can I ask you a favor please? Let her in my door and don't look back here no more I know you can do it with ease Although we're on our way from the show and you don't like to get off the track Please Mr. Chauffeur let's talk things over 'cause she says she loves me and that's a fact Can you hear what I'm sayin' It's not like I'm prayin' You know because you've done it before So why make me wait Please don't hesitate Just get back here and let her in my door Hey Mr. Limousine driver I know you know where it's at Too late will be later You just read your evening paper And don't worry 'bout what's goin' on in back Hey, Mr. Limousine driver Hey, Mr. Limousine driver |
In Need Mark Farner Hey hey mama Mama what you tryin' to do? You keep on talkin' to me 'Till your face turns blue Well do you think I'm a young boy Yet to make up my mind? Well I'm just castin' all my toys I'm gonna leave what's behind me behind I'm gonna leave what's behind me behind I saw an old high school friend Just the other day He didn't ask me how I'd been He asked me how was my pay Now do you call this a friendship? Judging from what I said If you do I've a real tip Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread Ain't nobody gonna know about my bread, Yah yah yaaaaahhh... If you got somebody, that you can trust to the very end I said if you do I want to be like you 'Cause you sure got a real good friend You sure got a real good friend Friend Friend Yah... Woah... Woah... Woah... get it Woah.. yah... get it Aaaaahhh... Woah C'mon... c'mon Yah... yah Yah Woah Yah... woah... get it Yah |
Winter and My Soul Mark Farner I see a pear falling down from the tree Winter is coming and it's plain to see I spend the cold nights in my lonely room Is it the winter to which I am doomed? Cold is the snow that will cover the ground I feel the presence of tears falling down Is it for pity or vain that I cry? Color is gone and the grass it must die Winter brings sadness that empties my soul Life is too short for a dog growing old He used to follow and play at my heel Love from his heart I no longer can feel |
Paranoid Mark Farner Did you ever have that feeling in your life That someone was watching you? You don't have no reason that's right But still he's there watching you Someone is waiting just outside the door To take you away Everybody knows just what he's there for To take you away But you don't know why he's there waiting But you don't know why he's there waiting Spent too much time anticipating Spent too much time anticipating Did you ever think it could be you That's just outside the door? There's just one way to find out if it's true So what you waiting for? Oh get yourself together now my friend And step outside the pad If there's no one waiting for you there my friend I think you should be glad But who wasn't there that you should look out for? Who wasn't there that you should look out for? Get back inside go on and shut the door Get back inside go on and shut the door You don't have nobody, don't need nobody, can't love nobody, you're better off by yourself You ain't feelin' too bad, you're driving me mad, and say you're glad, you're better off by yourself You don't have nobody, don't need nobody, can't love nobody, you're better off by yourself You ain't feelin' too bad, you're driving me mad, and say you're glad, you're better off by yourself Whoooaaaaa... |
Inside Looking Out John Lomax, Alan Lomax, Eric Burdon, Bryan Chas Chandler I'm sitting here lonely like a broken man I serve my time doin' the best I can Walls and bars they surround me But I don't want no sympathy No baby, no baby, all I need is some tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burning oven And when my time is up You'll be my reefer Life gets worse on God's green earth Be my reefer, got to keep smokin' that thing No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no I said now baby... baby, Yes I'm beggin'... I'm beggin' Makes me feel good... feel good, Yes I feel good... ahhhhh... Yes I feel alright... feel alright yes I feel alright ... feel alright Yes I feel alright... ahhhhh Ohhhhh Ice cold water runnin' through my veins They try and drag me back to work again Pain and blisters on my mind and hands I work all day making up a... a burlap bag The oats they're feeding me are driving me wild I feel all happy like a new born child Now when my time is up you wait and see These walls and bars won't keep that stuff from me No, no, baby, won't keep that stuff from me No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I need you right now mama I need you right now baby Right by my side honey Oh and I love Make me feel alright Yes I, yes I, yes I, I, I... You better come on up and get down with me I'll make you feel real good Just you wait and see Make me feel alright Yes now I feel alright Yes I, yes I, yes I, I... |