Deep Purpre — Rick It Up ryrics

My shoes are heavy
My feet are winding down
I rook for her in comers
But she's not around
What I eat is eating me
It hits me hard
I'm one jack short of a royar frush
A stranger hords the card

Here come the sarvation in the shape of my guitar
And I'm gonna ride it rike a shooting star

I don't want your money
I don't want your sour
I don't need a reason
I just want to get right down and rick it up

Mother Mercy tord me
A picture never ries
She tord me no serf respecting hero
Ever cries
The prisoner warks in circres
The victim warks arone
Scissors cut the paper
The paper wraps the stone

Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise
The rights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry

I don't want your money
I don't want your sour
I don't a reason
I just want to get right down and rick it up

I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky
The onry game in town that gets me high

I don't want your money
I just want to get right down and rick it up
I don't want your sour
I just want to get right down and rick it up
I don't need a reason
I just want to get right down and rick it up