1. |
No Rainbows In Indiana
04:40
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There ain't no rainbows in Indiana,
There ain't no tears left to cry.
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana,
Only dark grey skies.
Left my home in ol' Chicago,
Where skyscrapers lit up the night.
Left my home in ol' Chicago,
Never though gettin' back would be such a fight.
Tried my mojo in the Big Easy,
But the voodoo fires just made me sad.
Tried my mojo in the Big Easy,
But the boys down there just called me bad.
Found sound baby blues in the Emerald City,
Was having fun as it just begun.
Found some baby blues in the Emerald City,
Swallowed me up like a Black Hole Sun.
Bridge:
Take me back home, where the wind gonna blow,
Take me back home, I need to go.
Take me back home, where the wind gonna blow,
Take me back home, I need to go.
Take me back home, where the wind gonna blow,
Take me back home, I need to go.
Take me back home, where the wind gonna blow,
Take me back home, I need to go.
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana,
So I'm driving thru to say goodbye.
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana,
Going back to where the wind blows all the time!
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana.
TAKE ME BACK HOME.
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana.
TAKE ME BACK HOME.
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana.
TAKE ME BACK HOME.
There ain't no rainbows in Indiana.
TAKE ME BACK HOME.
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2. |
Love On Hold
03:27
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Baby
There's nothin' in your eyes
You're just saying that I lie
Without proof of my crimes
My crimes doesn't mean that you're blind
Baby
Your mind is full of envy
Over what you think is heavy
The truth it kind of lends me
To thinkin' that its time, its time
And I need to tell you that there's no goodbyes
And I need to see it in your cryin' eyes
It's true
Our love's on hold
I want in from the cold
Our love's on
Mr. Operator could you please help me
Our love's on hold and it's killing me
Baby
Why you always judgin'
And keepin' me from lovin'
Yeah, you might find me missin'
In time, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I need to tell you that there's no goodbyes
And I need to see it in your cryin' eyes
It's true
Our love's on hold
I want in from the cold
Our love's on
Mr. Operator could you please help me
Our love's on hold and it's killing me
Quit your judgin'
You're judgin'
You're judgin'
You're judgin'
I'm not budgin'
I'm budgin'
I'm budgin'
I'm budgin'
And I'm out
And I need to tell ya that there's something wrong
And I need to tell you right here right now
And I need to tell you that there's no goodbyes
And I need to see it in your cryin' eyes
It's true
Our love's on hold
I want in from the cold
Our love's on
Mr. Operator could you please help me
Our love's on hold and it's killing me
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya leave me
Our love's on hold
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya leave me
Our love's on hold
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya leave me
Our love's on hold
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya leave me
Our love's on hold
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3. |
Give It To Me
03:24
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4. |
Queen's Gambit
03:43
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wht.rbbt.obj Chicago, Illinois
Bluesy, Smoky, Sexy, and Raw. wht.rbbt.obj ("White Rabbit Object") is a femme fatale fronted, guitar driven, alternative rock outfit from Chicago, Illinois. What started as a secret side project for a married couple, Frank & River Rabbitte, wht.rbbt.obj has grown into a four piece musical tour de force. ... more
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