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Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers


Background information
Origin Gainesville, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 1976—present
Label(s) MCA Records
Associated acts Johnny Cash
Tom Petty
Mudcrutch
Traveling Wilburys
Stevie Nicks
Jeff Lynne
Bob Dylan
Website Website
Members
Tom Petty
Mike Campbell
Benmont Tench
Ron Blair
Scott Thurston
Steve Ferrone
Former members
Stan Lynch
Howie Epstein



Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Album


Playback (Vol.5) Through The Cracks (11/20/1995)
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I saw you walkin' down the street with him
You know I almost could've died
I didn't know you had a second friend
I never thought you would've lied
I heard somebody as I knocked upon your door
See somebody else's socks were lyin' on the floor
And I saw you on street with him
You know I almost coulda' died

I never said I was all that choice
I never said I was supreme
I didn't think you'd pull that second voice
It seems a little too routine
I see somebody as a smile cut across your face
I see somebody as he's takin' you some other place
Yeah I saw you on the street with him
You know I really coulda' died

I didn't know you had another man
I didn't know, I thought I was in
I didn't know you had another man
I didn't know
I thought I was in on the action
I thought I was ace in the hole
But I guess I was wrong

I see somebody as a smile cut across your face
I see somebody as he's takin' you some other place
Yeah I saw you on the street with him
You know I really coulda' died

I didn't know you had another man
I didn't know I thought I was in
I didn't know you had another man
I didn't know
I thought I was in on the action
I thought I was ace in the hole
But I guess I was wrong



Copyright (c) 1973 Blue Gator, Maverick Music and Warner Chappell Music. All Rights Reserved.


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I live on the West side
By the county reservoir
And she lives down on Depot Street
Behind the city hall, behind the city hall
Her father's name is Macintosh
Her mother's name is Pearl
And they live down on Depot Street
But she's my little girl
She's my little girl

Down on Depot Street
Goin' to see my baby
Depot Street
To see my girl
Depot Street
Baby, baby, baby
Depot Street
Behind the city hall

Now we ain't got no money
We don't have no car
We stepped out on Depot Street
Just dancin' in the bars, dancin' in the bars
And her sister doesn't like me
But I don't really care
I know the only reason is
She wants me for herself
She wants me for herself

Down on Depot Street
Goin' to see my baby
Depot Street
To see my girl
Depot Street
Baby, baby, baby
Depot Street
Behind the city hall

Now we ain't been to college
We don't care at all
There's way too many people there
Makin' way too many rules
Way too many rules
So we got no education
But we don't care at all
'Cause it don't mean much on Depot Street
Behind the city hall
Behind the city hall

Down on Depot Street
Goin' to see my baby
Depot Street
To see my girl
Depot Street
Baby, baby, baby
Depot Street
Behind the city hall

Down on Depot Street
Goin' to see my baby
Depot Street
To see my girl
Depot Street
Baby, baby, baby
Depot Street
Behind the city hall



Copyright (c) 1975 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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When your baby, leaves you all along
And nobody calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like cry
Don't you feel like cry and I cry and I cry

Come on baby, cry with me

When you along in you lonely room
And there is nothing, but the smeel of her perfume
Don't you feel like cry
Don't you feel like cry and I cry and I cry

Come on baby, cry with me

Nothing can be sadder then a glas of wine along
Loneliness, loneliness just a awaste of your time
But your wouldn't ever, ever walk along
Say honey, breakdown, breakdown and cry and cry and cry

And when your're waiting in your lonely room
And nothing, but the smeel of her perfume
Don't you feel like cry
Don't you feel like cry and I cry and I cry

Come on baby, cry with me
So come on baby, cry with me
Come on baby,
Cry, cry, cry ,cry



Copyright (c) Sloopy II Music. All Rights Reserved.


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I was talking with a friend of mine, said a woman had hurt his pride.
Told him that she loved him so and turned around and let him go.
Then he said, "You better watch your step, or your gonna get hurt
yourself.
Someone's gonna tell you lies, hurt you down inside."

Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
What if I love you baby?
Don't do me like that.

Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
What if I love you baby?
Don't do me like that.

Listen honey, can you see? Baby, you would bury me
If you were in the public eye givin' someone else a try.
And you know you better watch your step or you're gonna get hurt
yourself. Someone's gonna tell you lies, hurt you down inside.

Don't do me like that.
Dont' do me like that.
What if I love you baby?
Don't do me like that.

Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
What if I need you baby?
Don't do me like that.

'Cause somewhere deep down inside
Someone is saying, "Love doesn't last that long."
I got this feelin' inside night and day
Wait a minute

Listen honey, can you see? Baby, you would bury me
If you were in the public eye givin' someone else a try.
And you know you better watch your step or you're gonna get hurt yourself.
Someone's gonna tell you lies, cut you down to size.

Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
What if I love you baby?
Don't, don't, don't, don't...

Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
I just might need you honey.
Don't do me like that.

Wait!
Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
Baby, baby, baby,
Don't, don't, don't...

No!
Don't do me like that.
Don't do me like that.
Baby, baby, baby...

Oh, oh, oh...



Copyright (c) 1974 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Well, I know I'm only one in a hundred
And I know that you've heard this before
And I know that there's been many others
And no doubt there will be many more

But this dream has become an obsession
'Cause I've held it inside for so long
All my friends say I should use discretion
But I know I'm just not that strong

(Chorus)
And I can't fight it
I can't keep myself from wanting you
I can't fight it
No matter what you say, no matter what you do

Well you look so completely inviting
Standing there with your tounge in your cheek
Yes your lips are so fuckin' exciting
I can feel myself weak in the knees

And I know that you might put me under
Yes I know that I might get the squeeze
But I really can't think of no other
'Cause I know what I want and I need

(Chorus)

Well you look so completely inviting
Standing there with your tounge in your cheek
Yes your lips are so fuckin' exciting
I can feel myself weak in the knees

And I know that you might put me under
Yes I know that I might get the squeeze
But I really can't think of no other
'Cause I know what I want and I need

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

I can't fight it
I can't fight it



Copyright (c) 1974 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in by an aging boardwalk queen
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those China toys
And I know she really didn't mean a thing to any of those sailor boys

Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing a change as I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

South Carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black somewhere on Baker Street
And it was just some mean old poison, that I took up my nose
Thank God for a love that follows the angels and the whores

Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Well I never will get over this English refugee
Singing to the jukebox in the all night beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak

Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge



Copyright (c) 1975 Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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They said love was a thing of the past
That these dags that nothin' ever lasts
This whole world is movin' too fast

(Chorus)
Well, sometimes we ride around
She plays the radio up loud
If I was sad, well, I'm happy now

And it feels so good to know
I got you, where you belong
Here in my heart, right by my side
Honey, you're getting me by
Yeah, keeping me alive

I got a job, I work hard
These dags money don't go very far
It's hard not keeping gas in the car

(Chorus)

And it feels so good to know
I got you, where you belong
Here in my heart, right by my side
Honey, you're getting me by
Yeah, keeping me alive

And it feels so good to know
I got you, where you belong
Here in my heart, right by my side
Honey, you're getting me by
Yeah, keeping me alive
Yeah, keeping me alive
Yeah, keeping me alive
Yeah, keeping me alive



Copyright (c) 1982 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Black cloud on the sun
I turn my collar up
I walked from your door
Out to McCounty road

Oh yeah, what luck
Time ain't been rough on us
And right then oh boy,
We hit the turning point

Three, four years or more
My life was on the floor
Blind faith hangin' in
Hungry and tired of it

Oh yeah, bad luck
They had taken over us
And right then oh boy,
We hit the turning point

She's had to follow me
Up and down these empty street
Whisky on her breath
Trying to give the world a test

Oh yeah, bad luck they had taken over us
And right then oh boy, we hit the turning point
And right then oh boy, we hit the turning point



Copyright (c) 1982 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door
Same old line you used to use before
I said yeah well, what am I supposed to do
I didn't know what I was getting into

So you've had a little trouble in town
Now you're keeping some demon down
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my heart around

It's hard to think about what you've wanted
It's hard to think about what you've lost
This doesn't have to be the big get even
This doesn't have to be anything at all

I know you really want to tell me goodbye
I know you really want to be your own girl

Baby, you could never look me in the eye
Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my heart around

There's people running 'round loose in the world
Ain't got nothin' better to do
Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid
You need someone looking after you

I know you really want to tell me goodbye
I know you really want to be your own girl

Baby, you could never look me in the eye
Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my heart around

Stop draggin' my heart around



Copyright (c) 1981 Gone Gator Music and Wild Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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I used to live in a two-room apartment
Neighbors knockin' on my wall
Times were hard, I don't wanna knock it
I don't miss it much at all

(Chorus)
Oh yeah I'm alright,
I just feel a little lonely tonight
I'm okay, most of the time
I just feel a little lonely tonight

I used to need your love so badly
Then I came to live with it
Lately I get a funest feeling
And the whole thing starts again

(Chorus)

I used to need your love so badly
Then I came to live with it
Lately I get a funest feeling
And the whole thing starts again

(Chorus)

And the whole thing starts again
I just feel a little lonely tonight
I'm okay, most of the time
I just feel a little lonely tonight



Copyright (c) 1984 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call
Well, you ain't so big, you just tall, that's all

You got me a working boss man, workin' around the clock
Want a little drink of water, but you won't let time, to me to stop
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call
Well, you ain't so big, you just tall, that's all

I say you got me a working boss man, workin' around the clock
Want a little drink of water, but you won't let time to me to stop
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call
Well, you ain't so big, you just tall, that's all



Copyright (c) Unart Catalog, Inc and Goodman Group. All Rights Reserved.


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es I know she's the life of the party
And without her things here would die
Oh but don't you be fooled by her laughter
She has her sad times, she knows how to cry

She drinks and she talks just a little too long
And with her bride gone she'll tag along with any old crowd
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I've made her the image of me

Well I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
And she loved me 'til I dragged her down
Then she gave up and drifted away

She drinks and she talks just a little too long
And with her bride gone she'll tag along with any old crowd
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I've made her the image of me



Copyright (c) Tree Publishing. All Rights Reserved.


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Well who you callin' Moon Pie, my real name is Richard
I live in a little town you've probably never been to before
There's a post office surrounded with gardenias
And a pair of mud flaps waggling out my door

I don't know what I want to say next but somebody's got to help me
Nobody knows I'm here
Oh please don't call me Moon Pie, my real name is Richard
I'll dance until you disappear



Copyright (c) 1986 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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Well I wish I had a dollar
For every piece of my broken heart
I wish I had a nickel
For every shred of my shattered life

(Chorus)
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me

Baby, I wish I had a penny
For every cent I've spent on you
You'd call that breakin' even, wouldn't you baby
I do whatever I had to do

(Chorus)

C'mon Mike, do some damage


Honey, there's no reason for me to hold a grudge
Money isn't everything, but it's a lot to me
And I know, sure as there's feathers on a chicken
One day I'll get back every dollar you stole


(Chorus)

(Chorus)




Copyright (c) 1986 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


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