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John Hiatt Hanging Around The Observatory

There's a wind inside my soul, Burnin' secrets in the cold. My spirit rages. And the faces in my field, Only flesh made out of him. My body ages

Spend my money but love me honey. Break my heart but be my girl. I just want you to be there when I come home. Drive my new car; smoke my cigar

Baby, baby do you love me baby? Are you thinkin' of me baby, baby? Maybe baby, say you do! Baby, will you be my honey baby? I ain't got no money

Rose puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette. Holds her tired face up to the mirror. She sees a younger woman there she thought she would

Think I'll save up a little money Go on down to Mexico Take up with some crazy Spanish Lady Listen to the old wind blow She got earrings And she

Hangin' around the observatory We were waitin' to see the moon Well we thought that we was all gypsies Come to escape these lousy ruins Well that telescope

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Hangin' around the observatory. We were waitin' to see the moon. Well we thought that we was all gypsies, Come to escape these lousy ruins. Well