Letras:
Eric Burdon Access All Areas With Brian Auger Band

intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree With a joy that's hard to hide And sometimes it seems that all

mean Am I going crazy or is this just a dream Now, wait a minute I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere So it's all in my head And then.. I heard

it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long Do it, honey, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all

get a job With the help and the grace from above Save some money, get rich I know Bring it back to Tobacco Road Bring Dynamite and a crane Blow you up, start all

: Some people say a man is made outta' mud A poor man's made outta' muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back

country is in your young hands May God give you strength Do your job real well If it all was worth it Only time it will tell In the morning they return With

: It's a hard world to get a break in All the good things have been taken But girl there are ways To make certain things pay Though I'm dressed in these

Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll give you jewelry, money too And that's not all, all I'll do

I don't want you be no slave I don't want you work all day I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby