Songtexte:
Ike Tina Turner

: ?Calling out to all my sisters and brothers Regardless of race, creed or color The problems of the world will never be solved Unless we put a little

: I used to live in the country Brought up by the old folks rules My pa was a preaching pastor And my ma taught Sunday school I was told about devilish

: With my hands locked behind me And my feet trying to find me I find ways to try to find you Just to get the chance to remind you That if you change

could be my one desire Oh darling (yes yes) I think it's gonna work out fine (It's gonna work out fine) I wanna tell you something Ike Ike, I went to

: A church house gin house A school house outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call

: If your child ain't all he should be now This girl will put him right I'll show him what he could be now Just give me one night I'm the Gypsy, the

fellow with me; He thought I was a dancer, thought fo' sho' I was a prancer on the double... He got out on the flo', did the breakdown, and turned around

from heartaches Mark my word, you gonna pay the price You gonna meet somebody, someday, somewhere, that's gonna make you think twice You gonna meet yourself somebody that's gonna turn

: Lord knows I've tried to do what's right; Five whole long years I stayed home, both day and night... And I smell, hmm, trouble... Lord, I smell trouble