Lyrics: Not Fade Away Album: Rolling Stones Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (petty/hardin) I’m gonna tell you how it’s gonna be You’re gonna give your love to me I’m gonna love you night and day Well love is love and…

Lyrics: Losing My Touch Album: Forty Licks Artist: Rolling Stones, The   Ain’t it funny how things happen Just as we think we’ve got it all straight Everything seems to be moving forward But instead we just sit around and…

Lyrics: Little Red Rooster Album: Flashpoint Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (dixon) I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the…

Lyrics: We Had It All Album: Unknown Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (t seals/d fritts) I can hear the wind a blowin’ in my mind Just the way it used to sound, through the georgia pines You were there to…

Lyrics: Not Fade Away Album: Got Live If You Want It Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (petty/hardin) I’m gonna tell you how it’s gonna be You’re gonna give your love to me I’m gonna love you night and day Well…

Lyrics: Sweet Black Angel Album: Exile On Main Street Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (m. jagger/k. richards) Aka black angel Got a sweet black angel, Got a pin up girl, Got a sweet black angel, Up upon my wall. Well,…

Lyrics: Who Do You Love? Album: Unknown Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (bo diddley) Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? I walked 47 miles on barb wire, Use a cobra-snake…

Lyrics: Tumbling Dice Album: Love You Live Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (m. jagger/k. richards) Women think i’m tasty, but they’re always tryin’ to waste me And make me burn the candle right down, But baby, baby, i don’t need…

Lyrics: As Tears Go By Album: Hot Rocks Artist: Rolling Stones, The   (m. jagger/k. richards) It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Smiling faces i can see But not for me I…

Lyrics: Jig-saw Puzzle Album: Beggar’s Banquet Artist: Rolling Stones, The   M. jagger/k. richards) There’s a tramp sittin’ on my doorstep Tryin’ to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He’s a walking clothesline And here comes the bishop’s daughter…