1. SUGAR THE ROAD

1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

Havin' a good time, baby, you're havin' a ball;
Your daddy don't dig what you look like, don't dig it at all.
Don't understand, what you're goin' through, no, no, no,
No, no - no, he don't.

He says there's only one way that you can stay alive,
Keep workin' for your pension till you're sixty five,
Hey, no, no - don't dig it at all.

You've grown up a big girl, baby, you're doin' all right;
You sleep in the day time, baby now, you're leapin' all night.
You got your own scene, said you're doin' fine,
My, my, my - little darlin'.

Live like you want, let them call you a freak,
You'll be a baby fact'ry when you're married a week,
Oh, no,no - they'll have you livin' in a box yeah. Get out, get out.

You're havin' a good time, baby, you're lovin' your life;
There's more things a-head now baby than, bein' a wife.
Well, I love your mind - 'cause you know it's free,
All night free, little darlin'

Don't worry 'bout the people who scream and shout,
Just give 'em fifty years and they might work it out, hey yeah,
I've gotta have me a good time, darlin', let it all hang out.

2. WORKING ON THE ROAD
1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

I've been workin' on the road 'bout fifteen years,
Been blowin' my mind, I've been blasting my ears,
Don't you know, babe ?
I've been sleepin' all day, and workin' all night,
I made a lot of money but it don't feel right.
Don't you know, babe ?

Well I've got a feelin' for home,
Somewhere that I call my own.

Well, I seen the world and it's seen me;
Strange kind of way - I guess I'm free.
Don't you know, babe ?
Well I've seen it bad and I've seen it good,
But now I want to clear my blood.
Don't you know, babe ?

Well I've got a feelin' for home,
Somewhere that I call my own.
Take me home babe.

Well I tried to live the way I should,
I've shed some tears and sweated blood.
Don't you know, babe ?
And I think it's time I took a break
'Cause I have took all I can take.
Don't you know, babe ?

Well I've got a feelin' for home,
Somewhere that I call my own.
I'm comin' home, won't-cha come on home ?

3. 50 000 MILES BENEATH MY BRAIN
1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

I want to know you, I want to show you,
I want to grow you - inside of me.
I want to see you, I want to free you,
I want to be you - inside of me.

Love me, fifty thousand miles beneath my brain.
Love me - fifty thousand times and then again.

Can you love me with a thousand eyes,
can you see right through my bones ?
Can you kiss me with a thousand lips,
can you love a solid stone ?

Can you hear me from a thousand miles,
when I'm screamin' at the stars ?
Can you pull me up to Jupiter,
when I'm all hung up on Mars ?

Burn my eyes - with your flame;
Let your world spin free.
Let it go babe, I'll do the same - all depends on me.
Let it go, it's all the same, what with jewels that you can't see.
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me babe,
Bring it on home to me.

4. YEAR 3.000 BLUES
1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

They took me down the grading station,
And they classified me zed;
'Cause of over-population
They told me that I would soon be dead.

But I slipped out of the force field
And hid beneath the mono-rail;
But the automatic blood hounds,
Lord they're soon hot a-long my trail

Now if I had been a scholar with computer workin' hard,
Then my molecular structure would not be on the grader's card.
So I know that they will get me, put my index in the brain;
Then the atoms of my body - will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain.

5. ME AND MY BABY

1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

Me and my baby never get the blues,
Me and my baby never get the blues,
Me and my woman got nothin' left to lose.

Me and my baby never get uptight,
Me and my baby never get uptight,
Me and my woman never do a damn thing right.

Me and my baby always feelin' good,
Me and my baby always feelin' good,
We love each other, sure no reason why we should.

Me and my baby really got it made,
Me and my baby really got it made,
I get her lovin' when the other man is paid.

Me and my baby livin' like we should,
Me and my baby livin' like we should,
We don't act sad 'cause we don't know what it's like to be good.


6. LOVE LIKE A MAN
1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

You roly poly - all over town,
But you come on back to me - when things are down.
Love like a man, love all you can.

You are the woman; you can't deny.
You look so good to me, girl; you make me high.
Love like a man, love all you can.

Your satisfaction - is growin' less;
If you come on back to me - use my address and let you
Love like a man, love all you can.

I'll tell you somethin' - I think you know,
When you flash those eyes at me - all systems go.
Love like a man, love all you can.
Love like a man, love all you can.


7. CIRCLES
1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

Life is going 'round in circles, wonder will it ever end.
If I die babe will you miss me, or just find another friend.
Does it matter what I do, live life right or bear a grudge ?
Does it matter what I do, is there anyone to judge ?

I have been to many places, I have journeyed through the mind.
Though I've found some different faces, 'nother answer I can't find.
Does it matter what I do, is there anyone to say ?
Does it matter what I do, is there any other way ?

I have got what I once dreamed of, as a child so long ago.
But my life just goes in circles, 'cause one answer I don't know.
Does it matter what I do, who will hear me if I cry ?
Does it matter what I do, does it matter if I die ?


8. AS THE SUN SILL BURNS AWAY
1970 Chrys-A-Lee Music Ltd.

A thousand cities in the night
Each one waiting for the light
Ten million people plan their day
As the sun still burns away

As the earth just spins in space
People plan their daily race
As the sun still burns away
Few say "Thank you for the day"
All the people in their ties
Forget to look up at the sky
they exist another day
As the sun still burns away

I wonder just how long we'll last
When the final die is cast
Every day brings forth the time
When the sun forgets to shin

9. WARM SUN (no lyrics)

10.TO NO ONE (no lyrics)