Biography:
The Blasters are an American rock and roll music group formed in 1979 in Downey, California, by brothers Phil Alvin (vocals and guitar) and Dave Alvin (guitar), with bass guitarist John Bazz and drummer Bill Bateman.
Dave Alvin, the group's primary songwriter, left the band in 1986 for a critically-acclaimed solo career. He was initially replaced on guitar by Hollywood Fats (birth name: Michael L. Mann) who appeared with them at Farm Aid. Phil Alvin has led various incarnations of The Blasters intermittently since then
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We came this far, honey, let's see the (G) sights
(C)Hold me close don't (C7)try to fight
Let's (F)work up a sweat on a (F7)summer night
Hey, hey, (C) hey, (F)rocking in our (G)Hollywood (C)bed
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I live on the streets doing the best I (G)can
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He can (F)call the cops but he (F7)won't find us
Hey, hey, (C)hey, (F)rocking in our (G)Hollywood (C)bed
(F)Ooh ooh (C)oohee
(F)ooh ooh (C)ooheee
No need to (G)cry, we getting (F) by in our Hollywood (C) bed
(C)Tip the bottle slow, let's get real tight
The stores are closed till the morning's (G)light
(C)You and me baby never (C7)got what we could
(F)Wasting our time but it (F7)sure feels good
Hey, hey, (C) hey, (F)rocking in our (G)Hollywood (C)bed
(F)Ooh ooh (C)oohee
(F)ooh ooh (C)ooheee
No need to (G)cry, we getting (F) by in our Hollywood (C) bed
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(C)Lift up the shade, let's see the light
We came this far, honey, let's see the (G) sights
(C)Hold me close don't (C7)try to fight
Let's (F)work up a sweat on a (F7)summer night
Hey, hey, (C) hey, (F)rocking in our (G)Hollywood (C)bed
(C)What's that you say, you got a rich old man
I live on the streets doing the best I (G)can
Now he can (C)call his friend, he can (C7) raise a fuss
He can (F)call the cops but he (F7)won't find us
Hey, hey, (C)hey, (F)rocking in our (G)Hollywood (C)bed
(F)Ooh ooh (C)oohee
(F)ooh ooh (C)ooheee
No need to (G)cry, we getting (F) by in our Hollywood (C) bed
(C)Tip the bottle slow, let's get real tight
The stores are closed till the morning's (G)light
(C)You and me baby never (C7)got what we could
(F)Wasting our time but it (F7)sure feels good
Hey, hey, (C) hey, (F)rocking in our (G)Hollywood (C)bed
(F)Ooh ooh (C)oohee
(F)ooh ooh (C)ooheee
No need to (G)cry, we getting (F) by in our Hollywood (C) bed
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