| Song | Let Me Go |
| Artist | The Rolling Stones |
| Album | Live At Leeds Roundhay Park 1982 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:M.Jagger/K.Richards Music:M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
| You're gonna get it straight from the shoulder | |
| Can't you see the party's over | |
| Let me go | |
| Can't you get it through your thick head | |
| This affair is finished - dead | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| I tried giving you the velvet gloves | |
| I tried giving you the knockout punch | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| I find it hard to be cruel | |
| I find it hard to be cruel | |
| With a smile, don't you? | |
| You'll never find that perfect love | |
| That you read about | |
| That you dream about | |
| Maybe I'll become a playboy | |
| Hang around in gay bars | |
| And move to the west side of town | |
| You're gonna get it straight from the shoulder | |
| Can't you see the party's over | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| So you think I'm giving you the brush off | |
| Well I'm just telling you to shove off | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| This ain't no time to waste my breath | |
| We're going into sudden death | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Can't you get it through your thick head | |
| This affair is dead as a doornail | |
| Hey, baby won't you let me go | |
| The bell has rung, and I've called time | |
| The chair is on the table, out the door baby | |
| Baby won't you let me go | |
| Let me go... |
| Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
| You' re gonna get it straight from the shoulder | |
| Can' t you see the party' s over | |
| Let me go | |
| Can' t you get it through your thick head | |
| This affair is finished dead | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| I tried giving you the velvet gloves | |
| I tried giving you the knockout punch | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| I find it hard to be cruel | |
| I find it hard to be cruel | |
| With a smile, don' t you? | |
| You' ll never find that perfect love | |
| That you read about | |
| That you dream about | |
| Maybe I' ll become a playboy | |
| Hang around in gay bars | |
| And move to the west side of town | |
| You' re gonna get it straight from the shoulder | |
| Can' t you see the party' s over | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| So you think I' m giving you the brush off | |
| Well I' m just telling you to shove off | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| This ain' t no time to waste my breath | |
| We' re going into sudden death | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Can' t you get it through your thick head | |
| This affair is dead as a doornail | |
| Hey, baby won' t you let me go | |
| The bell has rung, and I' ve called time | |
| The chair is on the table, out the door baby | |
| Baby won' t you let me go | |
| Let me go... |
| Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
| You' re gonna get it straight from the shoulder | |
| Can' t you see the party' s over | |
| Let me go | |
| Can' t you get it through your thick head | |
| This affair is finished dead | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| I tried giving you the velvet gloves | |
| I tried giving you the knockout punch | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| I find it hard to be cruel | |
| I find it hard to be cruel | |
| With a smile, don' t you? | |
| You' ll never find that perfect love | |
| That you read about | |
| That you dream about | |
| Maybe I' ll become a playboy | |
| Hang around in gay bars | |
| And move to the west side of town | |
| You' re gonna get it straight from the shoulder | |
| Can' t you see the party' s over | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Let me go | |
| So you think I' m giving you the brush off | |
| Well I' m just telling you to shove off | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| This ain' t no time to waste my breath | |
| We' re going into sudden death | |
| Hey, let me go | |
| Can' t you get it through your thick head | |
| This affair is dead as a doornail | |
| Hey, baby won' t you let me go | |
| The bell has rung, and I' ve called time | |
| The chair is on the table, out the door baby | |
| Baby won' t you let me go | |
| Let me go... |