Canned Heat is a blues-rock/boogie band that formed in Los Angeles in 1965. The group has been noted for its own interpretations of blues material as well as for efforts to promote the interest in this type of music and its original artists. It was launched by two blues enthusiasts, Alan Wilson (1943 – 1970) and Bob Hite (1943 – 1981), who took the name from Tommy Johnson's 1928 Canned Heat Blues, a song about an alcoholic who has desperately turned to drinking Sterno, generically called "canned heat".
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[Spoken] G# This is a song with a message, G# I want you to heeeeed my warning.
Verse 1: ----- G# I wanna tell you all a story, about this chick I know.
They call her Amphetamine Annie, an' she's always shovelin' snow. C# I sat her down and told her, I told her crystal clear G# I don't mind you gettin' high but there's one thing you should fear D#C# Your mind might think it's flyin' baby on those little pills G#D# [Stop] But you ought to know it's dyin' cause, speed kills! [Yell "Speed Kills"]
Verse 2: ------ G# But Annie kept on speedin', her health was gettin' poor
She saw things in the window, she heard things at the door
Her mouth was like a grindin' mill, her lips where cracked and soar G# her skin was turnin' yella', I just couldn't take it no more D#C# She thought her mind was flyin', on those little pills G#D# [Stop] She didn't know it was going down fast, cause speed kills! [Yell "Speed Kills] Solo: ----- [Spoken] G# Yeaaa, speed can kill you too baby, yaa G# [
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Verse 3: ----- G# Well I sat her down and told her, I told her one more time
The whole wide human race has taken far too much meladrime C# She said "I don't care what a limey says, I got to get it on G# I'm not hip to the scene of the man who come from across the pond" D#C# She wouldn't heed my warnin', lord she wouldn't hear what I said G#D# Now she's in the grave yard, and she, awfully dead [Yell "Awfully Dead"]
Outro: ----- [Yelled (in a drunken fit)]
G# Ya speed gonna kill you!! G# Anybody. Speed 'll get you!! # Speed from over the pond. G# There ain't no hope baby... G# Yaa, aah hah. G# Spoon a Spoon a Spoon.... huah [fade]
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