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Little Feat Medley: Cold, Cold, Cold/Tripe Face Boogie with Lyrics in Description
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Lowell George – Lead vocals, lead, rhythm & slide guitars
Bill Payne – Hammond B3 organ, Wurlitzer electric piano, acoustic piano & background vocals, lead vocals on “Oh Atlanta”
Paul Barrere – Guitar & background vocals, lead vocals on “Skin It Back”
Kenny Gradney – Bass
Richie Hayward – Drums & background vocals
Sam Clayton – Percussion & background vocals
Special Guests:
Gordon DeWitty – Clavinet on “Spanish Moon”
Fred White – Drums on “Spanish Moon”
Emmylou Harris – Background vocals
Bonnie Raitt – Background vocals
Fran Tate – Background vocals
Tower of Power – Horns
Play it, man, c'mon man, go
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Freezin', it was freezin' cold in that hotel, well I
Had no money, my special friend was gone
The TV set was busted so she went along
I called room, room service, I'm down here on my knees
A peach or a pear or a coconut please
But they was cold, so cold
Mmm-hmm
Well, it's been a month since I had a toke or a dime to make the call
'Cause she passed me up, well, she passed me by
Or I couldn't decide at all
Yeah, and I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up and don't you know I'm lonely?
All the things I had to do, I had to fall in love
You know she's cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
That woman is freezin', freezin' cold
Well, I tried everything to warm her up, now I'm livin' in this cold hotel
'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by
Or I couldn't decide at all, yeah
And I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up, don't you know I'm lonely, yeah
All the things I had to do, I had to fall in love
You know she's cold
Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' down
My feet don't even, don't even touch the ground
Yeah, and you know she's cold, she's cold (cold)
Oh, she's cold, oh, cold (cold)
You know she's cold (cold)
You know she's cold, freezin' cold (cold)
Cold (cold)
(Cold)
(Cold)
Buffaloed in Buffalo and I was entertained in Houston
New York, Yew Nork, you gotta choose one
'Cause it's a tripe face boogie, gonna boogie my sneakers away
Well, I don't want your money and I don't want your time
Please don't tripe me honey, yeah and I'll give you back your dime
'Cause it's a hype face boogie, gonna boogie my sneakers away
Well, I don't dig potato chips and I can't take torts
But you can tripe my guacamole baby, last time was good
Tripe my shorts
'Cause it's a hypecase boogie, gonna boogie my scruples away
Hype boogie, tripe boogie, hype boogie, yeah
All night long
You bring your guitar, I'll bring the wine
Gonna tripe my guacamole baby jussa one more time
'Cause it's a tripe face boogie, I said look out
Give tripe face his way
I said look out, give tripe face his day
I said look out