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Headstones - Tweeter and the Monkey Man
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headstones
Headstones
Performer
Hugh Dillon
Hugh Dillon
Vocals
Tim White
Tim White
Bass
Trent Carr
Trent Carr
Guitar
Mark Gibson
Mark Gibson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
George Harrison
George Harrison
Songwriter
Roy Orbison
Roy Orbison
Songwriter
Jeff Lynne
Jeff Lynne
Songwriter
Tom Petty
Tom Petty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Otis Wilbury
Otis Wilbury
Producer
Nelson Wilbury
Nelson Wilbury
Producer
Mark S. Berry
Mark S. Berry
Producer
Brad Nelson
Brad Nelson
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Bailey
John Bailey
Engineer

Lyrics

Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash They stayed up all night smoking cocaine and hash With an undercover cop, who had a sister named Jan For reasons unexplained, she loved the Monkey Man Tweeter was a Boy Scout 'cause he went to Vietnam Found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn You know that they'd find freedom just across the Jersey line Hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99 When the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man Even back in high school wanted to see him in the can Jan got married at 14 to a racketeer named Bill Made secret plans with the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill Was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel Pulled into paradise, you could hear the tires squeal It was Jan who'd told me many times, "It was you to me who'd taught In Kingston everything's legal, man, as long as you don't get caught" When the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell A place by Rahway Prison, we ran out of gas The undercover cop cornered us, said he didn't think this would last Jan jumped up outta bed, said, "There's some place I gotta go" Took the gun out of the drawer, said, "It's best that you don't know" An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind Tweeter pulled his gun away and messed up his mind The undercover cop was found face down in a field Monkey Man on a river bridge, using Tweeter as a shield When the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell The town of Kansas City, quieting down again I'm sitting in a gambling club called The Lion's Den The TV set is blown up, every bit of it is gone Ever since the night when they showed that the Monkey Man was on Maybe I'll go to Florida, get myself some sun Ain't no more opportunity here and everything's been done Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man When the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell
Writer(s): Roy Orbison, Bob Dylan, Jeff Lynne, Tom Petty, George Harrison, Roy Kelton Orbison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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