(S. Bailey)
(C#m) - (G#m7) - (G#7) - (F#7) - (E) - (B)
My father (C#m) told me, lying (G#m7) on his bed of (C#m) death,
";Boy,"; he says, ";woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your (G#7) self
'Cause she's got (C#m) something to make a man (F#7) lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very (E) thing that makes her (B) rich will make you (C#m) poor (F#7)
The very thing that makes her (G#7) rich will make you (C#m) poor";
That's right!
Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
(D) - (A) - (E)
(A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all
It (A) worked on nights and Sundays, it (D) worked each holiday
(E) Settled down among us and it never went (A) away
The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all
(A) The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until (E) Fall
Then they (A) take him by the hand
And they (D) lead him from his land
And the (E) merchant is the man who gets it (A) all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until Fall
With the interest rates so high
It's a wonder he don't die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
Well, the banker says he's broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And they'd know that it's the farmer that feeds them all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until Fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, it's a sin
'Cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
Had a friend, Louie Brown, he was a deacon,
Just as wise as he could be.
Now I realize he could read the Good Book
Back from Revelations down to Genessee.
You know last Sunday morning we was over to the church,
My buddy wants to take him a stand,
And he looks out upon that whole congregation
The Good Book in his hand.
Now he cast his eye about, and then he looks over in the Amen Corner;
All the sisters commenced to shout. [What'd he say ?]
He said a man's a fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him.
She stick by you all your life, the chances is mighty slim.
Now you read the Good Book, chapter twenty-one:
Every married woman got to have a little fun.
Read on over chapter twenty-two:
It's a sin to let that woman make a fool outta you.
Now you read a little further, chapter twenty-three:
She two-time you, brother, like she double-crossed me.
Read on back, over chapter ten:
She shimmy one time, she like to wobble again.
'Cause a man's a fool to think that his wife
Love nobody else but him, I mean, love nobody else but him.
Well, a man's a fool to think that his wife
Love nobody else but him.
She stand by you all of your life, the chances is mighty slim.
Now you read on over twenty-fifth page:
Married woman's loyalty is hard to engage.
Read kinda careful, chapter twenty-six:
Back door slamming, you got to run and get it fixed.
Read on out, chapter twenty-eight:
Who's that back slidin' out through your back gate?
I believe I'll close on chapter twenty-nine:
Woman get tired of the same man all the time.
'Cause a man's a fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him.
(Bobby Miller)
Well, if things could talk then I'm sure you'd hear
A lot of things to make you cry my dear
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that things don't talk
Now, if shoes could tell where they've been
When you say you've been visiting a friend
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
He-he-hey, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
But ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that shoes don't talk Now, if doors could tell who's turned the knob
When he's away out on his job
If cars could tell who's been inside
And who's been taking you out for a ride
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
But ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that cars don't talk
In a world of trouble I'd be
If things ever told on me
My whole life would be through
'Cause I'm guilty, how about you ?
If things ever talk that way
Ain't no telling what they might say
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that things don't talk
(Huddie Ledbetter/John Lomax)
(E) - (E7) - (A) - (B7)
(E) I asked your mother for (B7) you
She told me that you was too (E) young
I wish dear (E7) Lord never have (A) seen your face
And I'm (B7) sorry that you ever been (E) born.
(E) Irene good (B7) night, Irene good (E) night
Goodnight I (E7) rene, good (A) night Irene
I'll (B7) get you in my (E) dreams
Sometimes I lives in the country
Sometimes I lives in town
Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump into the river and drown
I loves Irene, God knows I do
Loves her till the sea runs dry
If Irene turns her back on me
I'm gonna take morphine and die
Stop ramblin' and stop gamblin'
Quit staying out late at night
Come home into your wife and your family
Sit down by the fireside bright
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll get you in my dreams
(John Estes, adapted by Ry Cooder)
I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door
The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair
The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair
And her mama and her papa well, they sure don't allow me there
If you catch my jumper (?), babe, hanging upside your wall
Well, if you catch my jumper (?), babe, hanging upside your wall
Well, you know by that I need my ashes hauled
I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door
(Arthur Blake)
There's a great big mistery
And it sure is worrying me
It's a ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went out and walked around
Somebody yelled, ";Now who's in town ?";
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four
Said, ";Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'";
Your ditty wah ditty
Your ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went to church, put my hat on the seat
A lady sat on it and said, ";Daddy you sho' is sweet";
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I said, ";Sister, I'll soon be gone
Just give me that thing that you're sitting on";
My ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Then I got put outta the church
'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
(Washington Phillips)
(G) - (C) - (D)
(G) I wanna tell you people it's a nat'ral fact
Ev'ry man don't understand 'bout the life
And that's (C) all, I tell you that's (G) all
'Cause you better have (D) Jesus
I tell you that's (G) all
Well, the denominations have the right to fight
They ought go on and treat each other right
And that's all, I tell you that's all
'Cause you better have Jesus
I tell you that's all
It's right to stand together, wrong to stand apart
When none will enter heaven but the pure at heart
And that's all, I'll tell you that's all
'Cause you better have Jesus
I'll tell you that's all
Well, the primitive Baptists they believe
That you can't go to heaven 'less you wash your feet
And that's all, I'll tell you that's all
'Cause you better have Jesus
I tell you that's all
Well, the African Methodists, they believe the same
'Cause they know demonination ain't a thing but a name
And that's all, I'll tell you that's all
'Cause you better have Jesus
I tell you that's all
Well, people that jump from church to church
You can bet their conversion don't amount too much
And that's all, I'll tell you that's all
'Cause you better have Jesus
I tell you that's all
Well, you can to your college, you can go to your school
But if you ain't got Jesus, you'se (you are) an educated fool
And that's all, I'll tell you that's all
'Cause you better have Jesus
I tell you that's all
(Huddie Ledbetter/Alan Lomax)
(G7) - (C7) - (G) - (D7)
(G7) Me and my wife went all over town
And everywhere we went people turned us down
Lord, in a (C7) bourgeois town
It's a (G) bourgeois town
I got the (D7) bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all a- (G) round
Home of the brave, land of the free
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairs
We heard the white man say "I don't want no niggers up there"
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored man a nigger just to see him bow
Lord, it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
I tell all the colored folks to listen to me
Don't try to find you no home in Washington, DC
â'Cause it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
Come and gather all around me
Listen to my tale of woe
Got some good advice to give you
Lots of things you oughta know
Take a tip from one who's travelled
And never stopped a-ramblin' 'round
'Cause once you get the roamin' fever
You never want to settle down, boy
You never want to settle down
I met a little gal in Frisco
And I asked her to be my wife
Told her I was tired of roamin'
Goin' to settle down for life
Then I heard the whistle blowin'
And I knew it was the Red Ball Train
And I left that gal beside the railroad
And I never saw the gal again, boy
I never saw the gal again
Saw the gal again
I never saw the gal again
Left that gal beside the railroad
And I never saw the gal again Travelled all over the country
I've travelled everywhere
I been on every Branch Line railroad
And I never paid a nickel fare
I been from Maine to Califor'ny
And from Canada to Mexico
I never tried to save no money
And now I got no place to bo, boy
Now I got no place to go
Listen to a Boomer's story
Pay attention to what I say
Well, I hear another train a-comin'
Guess I'll be on my way
If you wanna do me a favor
When I lay me down and die
Just dig my grave beside the railroad
So I can hear the trains go by, boys
So I can hear the trains go by
Hear the trains go
Hear the trains go by
Just dig my grave beside the railroad
So I can hear the trains go by
(Huddie Ledbetter)
(C7) - (C) - (F7) - (C) - (G7)
(C7) Just look here mama
Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do
(F7) Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do
(C7) Don't be (G7) lieve it's pig meat
Ask (F7) anybody in the neighborhood (C) Don't believe it's pig meat
Kind that you won't regret
Don't believe it's pig meat
Kind that you won't regret
I got something about this pig meat
Sweet mama ain't told you yet
I was born and raised in the country
Mama but I'm staying in town
I was born and raised in the country
Mama but I'm staying in town
You don't believe it's pig meat
Mama from my head on down
(Joseph Spence)
Instrumental
I just received, sweetheart, your yellow roses
You tell me that they mean that we're all through
You tell me that tonight your heart is broken
But you should know I was never untrue
I'll place them near your photograph and as the petals fall
They'll hide from you my lonely tears that shouldn't fall at all
Then they will slowly fade away and die
But I still love you, oh yellow roses say, "Good bye"
I'll place them near your photograph and as the petals fall
They'll hide from you my lonely tears that shouldn't fall at all
Then they will slowly fade away and die
(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)
This here was our situation
We was just young wildwood boys
New as the birth of the nation
The kind that the Army employs
High riding Rebs from Missouri
Fought for the grey ???
Caught up by the battle and the fury
Back when just living was hell
After the battle was over
And after the Union had won
It was quitting that made us the loser
So we kept doing just what we'd done
Riding as comrads together
We looted the trains and the banks
Removing that carpetbag money
And sticking it hard to the Yanks Death always follows behind you
When you ride down that old outlaw trail
Someday a bullet will find you
Or you'll rot like a corpse in some jail
Turning your back to the danger
Is a wager no man can afford
'Cause gold turns a friend to a stranger
Like old Judas turned on our Lord
Men are revered and remembered
While they lay in that coffin and rot
Some live in the legends of history
Most are forever forgot
The victory it goes to the strongest
And only the strong will survive
Survival is living the longest
But nobody gets out alive
The questions don't never get answered
And the rights, they're remembered all wrong
The facts, they can get plenty confusing
So someday if you happen to be singing this song
Remember it's just for the record
You can't change the handwork of fate
And tell 'em I lived for the moment
And I died when I tried to go straight
(Woody Guthrie)
(E) - (A) - (B7) Capo on 1
(E) Have you seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
(A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
(A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
I've been hearin' his (B7) name all over the (E) land.
Rainy nights down in the engine house,
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse,
A man came along and he chased us out in the rain.
Was that a vigilante man ? Well, I rambled around from town to town,
Now, I rambled around from town to town,
And they herded us around like a wild herd of cattle.
Was that the vigilante man ?
Well, why does a vigilante man ?
Tell me why does a vigilante man ?
Carry that sawed-off shot-gun in his hand ?
Would he shoot his brother and sister down ?
Have you seen that vigilante man ?
Have you seen that vigilante man ?
Have you seen that vigilante man ?
I've been hearin' his name all over the land.
(E. Young)
If your man has got you on the run why don't you try me ?
If you wanna have a little fun, oh baby, why don't you try me ?
If you tote more that you can bear, if your troubles been more than your share
And if things are not going just right why don't you try a man like me tonight ?
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Last night while I was trying to sleep
I heard a racket from the room next door, hum
And that was you and your man havin' a fight
Like you've done so many nights before
"Woman, I'll turn you every which way but loose"
Is what I heard him shout, uh-oh, look out!
So I jumped out of the bed and I opened the door
Just as you came runnin' out
And I hollered: why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
I ain't saying I'm all that you need
And I won't tell you, honey, you will be free
But all night, well, I will keep trying
And when I say I want ya, girl, you know I'm not lyin'
You see a good woman out on the streets these days, friends
Ah, a bad old man can't be hard to find, no, no
Kind of man who'd steal your heart
And call true love a crime
That's why I keep asking ya, baby
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Do yourself a favor
Why don't you try me ?
Regular man ain't treatin' you right
Why don't you try a man like me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Why don't you try a man like me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(James Lewis/Jimmy Holiday/Cliff Chambers)
Well, I met a girl from Texas 'bout a year ago
Hadn't known her for too long when I had to let her go
You see, she had a razor, was ten inches or so
And every night you'd hear her knocking at my door
She said, ";Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back
You can have everything that I've got in my shack
But if you ever try to leave they'll take your out in sack
'Cause me and my razor will see to that";
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
I thought about my situation, decided not to tarry
For my own self preservation I decided we should marry
When the preacher started reading 'bout 'till death do us part
I told him, ";Skip it, we had that understanding right from the start";
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em
alone)
Well, we settled down, got me a little old job, '65 Fairlane Ford
Every Friday night I would stop in and cash my pay check down at the grocery
store
They had a little girl worked in there, must have been about seventeen
She was the cutest thing I had ever seen
It's the same old story and I'm afraid it wasn't too very long
Before we had fallen deeply in love and I knew it was wrong
I said baby, we got to stop this thing right here
Or my woman is gonna cut my throat from ear to ear, that's right
In tearful supplication, she looked up in my face
I could feel her heart was breaking as these sad words she did say
";You should have told me you was married, baby
She pulled out a forty-five and let me have it, right smack between the eyes
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
She was guilty, I was dead
Now, what'd you think that the old judge said ?
";Ah, that's just the way the girls are down here in Texas
Case dismissed!";
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em
alone, boy)
(Traditional)
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Baby, when you marry your railroad man
Every day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand
Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand
Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand
Mary and the baby laying in the bed
Thinking about the money that I ain't made
So tamp 'em up solid so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Captain called the water boy and the water boy laughed
Captain kicked the water boy yelling, ";Yes, yes, yes";
So tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
And you can do it, and you can do it, and you can do it
So they won't come down
(Ben E. King/Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller)
(G) - (Em) - (C) - (D7) - (Am)
(G) When the night is come and the (Em) land is dark
And the (C) moon is the (D7) only light we'll (G) see
I won't be afraid, (Em) I won't be afraid
Just as (C) long as you (D7) stand by (G) me
(G) Stand by me, (Em) stand by me, (Am)sta (D7) nd by (G) me
Won't you (G) stand by me
Oh woo oh, (Em) stand by me, (Am) stand by (D7) me (G)
And when the sky that we look upon
Should crumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't be afraid, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Stand by me
Oh woo oh, you oughta stand by me, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Oh woo oh, stand by me
(Dickey Doo-Marion Smith)
(E) - (A) - (B7)
(E) I read your letter and (A) tears filled my (E) eyes
All of your promises fading, was (B7) nothing but (E) lies
So I turned your photograph over, (A) face to the (E) wall
And when I (A) dim the (E) lights in my (A) room (E) tonight
(B7) Teardrops will (E) fall
(E) Teardrops will fall tonight
(A) Tears I can't (E) hide
Tears that I tried to keep
(B7) Deep down inside
(E) Tears fall, a love that's gone
(A) Beyond re (E) call
And when I (A) dim the (E) lights in my (A) room to (E) night
(B7) Teardrops will (E) fall
I'm gonna pray tonight, baby
Hoping you will hear
Maybe you'll right the wrong, now
And dry each tear
I'll sit alone tonight hoping you will call
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall
(Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Cooder)
All my life I've been a travellin' man
All my life I've been a travellin' man
Stayin' alone and doing the best I can
I ship my trunk down to Tennessee
Ship my trunk down to Tennessee
It's hard to tell 'bout a man like me
I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind
I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind
She passed me up saying she didn't like my kind Scared to bother around the house that night
I'm scared to bother around the house that night
Got police dogs cravin' for a fight
His game is rambling when he gets the chance
His game is rambling when he gets the chance
He leaves his mark on everybody's pants
Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be
Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be
Before she sets that police dog on me
(Sleepy John Estes)
Late one Friday evening everybody was sad
We lost the best president we ever had
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long
Rode from town to town holdin' up for our rights
Some low down rascal took the President's life
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long
Mrs. Kennedy got a mansion on the Island, stayed 9 months, all she'd be
She have another mansion, soon as she reach Washington, D.C.
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long
Everybody votes, they don't know what's goin' on
If Goldwater get it, we won't have no home
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long
While horses and cars all in a row
I think Mr. Kennedy have a right to this long white robe
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long
(Charles E. Calhoun)
(G) - (G7) - (C) - (D7) - (F)
Well, (G) pick me a town in any clime
People like a rockin' time
Stay awake both day and night
And everybody's feeling good and right
Then (G7) throw me
(C) Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
(D7) Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my (F) soul (G)
I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill
Ten room house and-a some barbecue
And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and something sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
And bi-carbonated soda by the pound
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls
A street that's paved with natural pearl
Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks
And then open up the doors to Fort Knox
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Soul, soul, soul
Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab...
(Sidney Bailey)/(J.B. Lenoir/Jim Dickinson)
Uhm, I'm a fool for a cigarette
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Mind when you throw your cigarette
Mind when you throw your cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Uhm, I'm fool for a cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent onl feelin' good
Well, the wino met me on the streets
Said, ";Help me on to some Sneakin' Pete
Please, help me brother, I wish you would
'Cause I feel so bad and I wanna feel good";
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good
Well, you see them folks all dressed so fine
Dancing, drinking champagne and wine
They'd pinch your pockets now if they could
'Cause they ain't doing nothing but feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good
Red, yellow, black or tan
Makes no difference: a man's a man
They oughta live together now if they could
Then the whole wide world would be feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good
[Instrumental]
(M. Shuman-D. Pomus)
(Bþ) - (Eþ) - (Gm) - (F) - (C9) - (F7) - (Gm7)
(Bþ) Little sister won't you (Eþ) please, please, (Bþ) please
Little sister don't you (Eþ) cheat on (Bþ) me
Little sister don't you (Eþ) kiss me once and twice
Say it's very nice and then you (Gm) run (F)
(Eþ) Little sister don't you (C9) do what your (F) big sister (Bþ) done
Well, I (Bþ) dated your big sister
And I (Eþ) took her to a show (Bþ)
I (Eþ) went out for some candy
Along came Jim Dandy
And they (F) snuck right out the door
Little sister won't you please, please, please
Little sister don't you cheat on me
Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice
Say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Ev'ry time I see your sister
Seems she's got somebody new
Well, she's mean and evil
Like that little old Boll Weevil
Got to try my luck with you
Sister won't you please, please, please
Little sister don't you cheat on me
Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice
Say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Well, now I used to pull your pigtails
And I pinched your turned-up nose
Baby you been a-growin'
Yes, it's been a-showin'
From your head down to your toes
[Instrumental]
(David Lindley)
Instrumental
(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again
Tell everybody I'm drinking again
Doctor said it'd kill me
But he didn't say when
Have mercy, I'm drinking again
Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again
I'd like to dry out but I doubt if I can
My baby said she'd quit me but she didn't say when
'Cause I'm drinking again
Working two jobs, tryin' to get straight
Don't need the money, just want to lose weight
Gonna get you all the things that you lack
Diamond ring and a red Cadillac
Came home drunk and pushed you around
Don't you quit me baby, don't you put me down
I'll never do it again
I'll never do it again
I'll never do it again
I promise this time
I came home last night about half past four
Whole neighborhood was rocking out on my floor
And my baby was working up under the sheet
With a teenage boy that lives down the street
I grabbed a bottle, he grabbed a gun
I heard somebody holler: "Shoot him 'fore he runs"
And that's the reason why I'm drinking again
Tell everybody I'm drinking again
You can't lick 'em and you just can't win
Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again
Ain't it enough to start you drinking again
We got to live in a world full of sin
Thank you Jesus for what you have done
I'm sick and tired tryin' to be number one
Change my suit, change my shirt
Change what I dig and get out of the dirt
I'll never do it again
I'll never do it again
I'm going to get back in my gin
I'm drinking again
(Traditional)
(C) - (F) - (G) - (Am)
(C) And I went down to a big crap game,
'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will.
I lost every doggone nickel I had
But a (G) greenback dollar bill.
(C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor
My (F) buddy's point was (C) nine
Well, the (F) police they come in there
And (Am) caught all of 'em
But (C) I (G) got (C) mine.
I got mine, let me tell ya
(F) I got (C) mine.
I grabbed that money
Out the back door (G) I went flying
Well, (C) ever since the big crap game
I've been (F) livin' on chicken and (C) wine.
I'm the (F) leader of so (Am) ciety
Since (C) I (G) got (C) mine.
I know a barber shop
It's a way cross town
Down on Norfolk street
It's the only place on a Saturday night
That us gamblers gets to meet
Some comes for a haircut
And others come for a scrap
And when you see me and my buddies up there, man
We means to shoot some crap
Hollering: "Seven, eleven, won't you come, come, come!!!
If you don't seven, eleven them
You're done, done, done"
If I see the police before he sees me
I'm gonna run, run, run
I'm the leader of society
Since I got mine
Well, I went down to my best girl's house
The hour was just about nine
I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford
But I was feeling just as fine
I caught her sitting on another man's knee
And I didn't like that sign
Well, I told them what I thought about it, boys
And I got mine
I got mine, I got mine
I grabbed my hat and through the window
I went flying
I ran as fast as I could run
But I didn't get there in time
Because the rascal grabbed a shotgun, Lord
And I got mine
(Agnes Cunningham)
(C) - (F) - (G)
(C) How can you keep on moving un (F) less you migrate (C) too
They tell ya to keep on moving but (G) migrate, you must not do
The (C) only reason for moving and the (F) reason why I (C) roam
To move to a new lo (G) cation and find myself a (C) home
I can't go back to the homestead, the shack no longer stands
They said I was uneeded, had no claim to the land
They said, ";Come on, get moving, it's the only thing for you";
But how can you keep moving unless you migrate too
Now if you pitch your little tent along the broad highway
The Board of Sanitation says, ";Sorry, you can't stay";
Come on, come on, get moving it's their everlasting cry
Can't stay, can't go back, can't migrate, so where the hell am I
How can you keep on moving unless you migrate too
They tell ya to keep on moving but migrate, you must not do
The only reason for moving and the reason why I roam
To move to a new location and find myself a home
(Johnny Cash)
(C) - (G) - (F)
(C) Hey, Porter, Hey Porter! Would you tell me the (F) time?
(C) How much longer will it be 'til we cross that (G) Mason Dixon Line? (C)
At daylight would you tell the engineer to slow it (F) down;
Or better still, just stop the train 'cause I (G) wanna look a (C) round.
Hey, Porter! Hey Porter! What time did you say ?
How much longer will it be 'till I can see the light of day ?
When we hit Dixie would ya tell the engineer to ring his bell;
And tell everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell.
Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter! Please, go on and get my bags for me,
I don't need nobody to tell me now that I'm in Tennessee.
We're not so far from home, you know, and it's a-getting light outside
This old train is a-puffin' smoke and I have to strain in my eyes
Hey Porter! Hey Porter! Please open up the door.
When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first 'cause I can't wait no more.
Tell the engineer I say, ";Thanks a lot. And I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil, I'm gonna breathe the Southern air.";
(Walter Davis)
Hey, look here baby, what's going on ?
Step over in the light
Oh, no! Look here.
Your hair is all wrecked, you're full of sweat
Your underskirt is wringing wet
You come in here walking just like a goose
It looks like somebody just tranked you to loose
You've been doing something
You've been doing something wrong
You've been doing something
You've been doing something wrong
I can tell by the way you smell
And there's grandma and grandpa out on the porches
Must be kidding 'bout her ninety years
Ain't too old, God almighty, just keep shifting them gears
Well, you ain't too old, said you ain't too old
Ain't too old, doing the boogie, you ain't too old
I can tell by the way they smell
Well, it's a-run here mama! Just look at little sis'
Got her hand in her toodle, way up to her wrist
She's doing something wrong, she's doing something wrong
She's doing something wrong, God knows she's doing it
I can tell by the way she smell
Go on and change your clothes!
(Allison/Allison)
(F) - (Bþ) - (Dm) - (C7) - (F7)
Put your (F) sweet lips a little (Bþ) closer to the (F) phone
And let¡¯s pretend that we¡¯re to (Dm) gether all a (C7) lone
I¡¯ll tell the (F) man to turn the (F7) jukebox way down (Bþ) low
And you can (F) tell your friend there (C7) with you
He¡¯ll have to (F) go
Whisper to me, tell me do you love me too ?
Or is he holding you the way I do ?
Though love is blind, make up your mind
I¡¯ve got to know
Should I hang up or will you tell him
He¡¯ll have to go ?
(F7) You can (Bþ) say the words I wanna hear
When you¡¯re (F) with some other man
(F7) Do you (Bþ) want to answer yes or no
Darling, (F) I will under (C7) stand
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(O. Sain)
Good thing, good thing, good thing
You been cheating on me, now, baby
You know I know it's true
Ain't nobody in this whole wide world
Gonna love you like I do
Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool
Gonna keep on fooling 'round now, baby
Gonna mess up a good thing
Gonna mess up a good thing, all right
Well, I might of cheated just a little bit baby
Like many others do
But when I get my little old paycheck now
It goes right back to you
Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool
'Cause if you keep on fooling around now, baby
Gonna mess up a good thing, you're going to mess up a good thing
They tell me you got a part-time lover
Who's living way cross town
It won't be but a little while, baby
Before you put me down
Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool
Gonna keep on fooling 'round now, baby
Gonna mess up a good thing
Gonna mess up a good thing, all right
Let me tell you something
Now, don't you go sneaking across town,baby
To catch me doing wrong
Don't you know everybody's jealous, baby
'Cause we got a thing going on
Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool
If you keep on fooling 'round now baby
Gonna mess up a good thing
Gonna mess up a good thing
Good thing [You're messing up a good thing]
Messing up a good thing
Good thing
Good thing
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
(Laurence Wilson)
Well, I went on the mountain
And I gave my horn a blow
Thought I heard some purty gal say
";Yonder come my beau";
Crow black chicken and crow for a day
Crow black chicken and fly away
Crow black chicken and-a ...
I like chicken pie Well, the hardest work that ever I done
Is plowin' a field of rye
The easiest work that ever I done
Was eatin' chicken pie
Chicken crow for midnight
And chicken crow for a day
Along come an owl, Lord, have mercy
And stole my chicken away
[Instrumental]
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(Sleepy John Estes)
Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid
She said ";I might but I'd like to keep it hid";
Well, she looked at me, she began to smile
She says ";I thought I might use you for my man awhile
But just don't let my husband catch you there
I say, just don't let my husband catch you there"; Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk
I never saw no whiskey
The blues made me sloppy drunk
I ain't never saw no whiskey
The blues made me sloppy drunk
Well, I ain't saw no whiskey
The blues made me sloppy drunk
Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens
But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees
It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees
(Otis Blackwell/Elvis Presley)
Yeah! Oh!
Well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me ?
I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
The friends say I'm acting wild as a bug
I'm in love, I'm all shook up
I'm, I'm, I'm,
I'm, I'm, I'm, oh Lord
Yeah yeah yeah
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck ?
I'm in love, I'm all shook up
Well, please don't ask me what's on my mind
A little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine
I'm near the girl I love the best
My heart beats so it scares me to... She touched my hand and what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano when that's hot
I'm proud to say she's my buttercup
I'm in love and I'm all messed up
I'm, I'm, I'm...
Lawdy, Lawdy
I'm, I'm, I'm...
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My tongue gets tied when I try to speak
My inside's shaking like a leaf on a tree
There's only one cure for this body of mine
And that's to have that girl right here right now
She touched my hand and what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano when that's hot
I'm proud to say she's my buttercup
I'm in love and I'm all shook up
(S. Cropper/E. Floyd)
Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me
And if you want some kissin', call on me, baby
No more lonely nights will you be alone
All you got to do is pick up your telephone
And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
'Cause that's my number, 634-5789, 634-5789
Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me
And if you're beggin' me some good kissin', call on me
No more lonely nights, will you be alone
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone
And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
That's my number, 634-5789
Call me baby, I'll be right there just as soon as I can (Wait a minute)
And if I be just a bit little late, well, I hope that you understand
634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
It's not too late
634-5789, 634-5789
To call me on the phone, girl [Call me, baby]
634-5789, 634-5789, (use a dime), 634-5789 (call me up, hey)
Don't lose my number
634-5789, 634-5789
Call me on the phone, girl
634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789
Put your hands on the telephone
Call me on the telephone
Hey, call me baby
Don't loose my number
That's my number
Call me right now
Antes se bailaba swing
Boogie-woogie, jitterbug
Pero esto ya torcio
Y este es lo que sucedio
Pachucos suaves bailan rumba
Bailan la rumba y le zumba
Bailan guaracha sabroson
El botecito y el danzon
Cada Sabado en la noche
Yo me voy a borlotiar
Con mi linda pachucona
Las caderas a menear
Ella le hace muy de aquellas
Cuando empieza a guarachar
Al compas de los timbales
Yo me siento petetear
Pachucos suaves bailan rumba
Bailan la rumba y le zumba
Bailan guaracha sabroson
Looking back over my life
I can see where I caused you strife
But I know, oh yes I know
I'd never make that same mistake again
Looking back over my deeds
I can see signs a wise man heeds
And if I just had the chance
I'd never make that same mistake again
Once my cup was overflowing
But I gave nothing in return
Now I can't begin to tell you
What a lesson I have learned
Looking back over the slate
I can see love turned to hate
But I know, oh yes I know
When I was born they christened me plain Samuel Johnson Brown
But I hadn't grown so very big, 'fore some folks in this town
Had changed it 'round to, "Sambo", I was "Rastus" to a few
Then "Chocolate Drop" was added by some others that I knew
And then to cap the climax, I was strolling down the line
When someone shouted, "Fellas, hey! Come on and pipe the shine!"
But I don't care a bit
Here's how I figure it
Well, just because my hair is curly
And just because my teeth are pearly
Just because I always wear a smile
Likes to dress up in the latest style
Just because I'm glad I'm livin'
Takes trouble smilin', never whine
Just because my color's shady
Slightly different maybe that's why they call me shine
Say, just because my hair is curly
And just because my teeth are pearly
And just because I always wear a smile
I wear my jeans like a man I mean
He always dresses in the latest style
Just because I'm glad I'm livin'
Takes trouble smilin', never whine
Just because my color's shady
1, 2, 3, 4
Now boss Mitt Romney went for a ride
Pulled up on a highway side
Tied me down up on the roof
Boss I hollered, woof woof woof
Please master boss!
Dont look right, it dont seem right
Hot in the day, cold all night
Where I'm goin I just dont know
Poor dogs got to bottle up and go
Oh Mr Boss, cut me down!
Woof, woof, woof
He had a ride, sure not ridin
Poor dog he really had a ride
He had a ride, sure not ridin
It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce
Down below El Paso lies Juarez
Mexico is different, like a travel folder says
Cross the Rio Grande and you will find
An old adobe house
Where you leave your past behind
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Takes no time for you to get a Mexican divorce
As I came into this lonely house last night
I looked at all my windows but I couldn't find one light
I found you on that road to Mexico
And now, my love, I beg
Please, oh, please, don't go
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce
Finding love takes so long
Walking out, well, must be wrong
It's a sin for us to get a Mexican divorce
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Jesse James we understand
Has killed him many a man
He robbed the Union trains
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid Jesse James in his grave
It was on a Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
When they robbed that Union train
And it was one of the younger boys
That gathered in the spoils
And carried that money away
In his small home unaware
A-straightening pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
And as he turned his head
Well, the bullet killed him dead
Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys
Poor Jesse had a wife
She lived a lady all her life
The children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse, laid poor Jesse
Jesse James we understand
Has killed him many a man
He robbed the Union trains
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid Jesse James in his grave
It was on a Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
When they robbed that Union train
And it was one of the younger boys
That gathered in the spoils
And carried that money away
In his small home unaware
A-straightening pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
And as he turned his head
Well, the bullet killed him dead
Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys
Poor Jesse had a wife
She lived a lady all her life
The children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse, laid poor Jesse
Well, baby used to stay out, all night long
She made me cry and she did me wrong
She had my nose open, that's no lie
The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Well, she used to run around with every man in town
She spent all my money trying to play that high class game
She put me down, it was a pity how I cried
The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
I used to wake up in the morning, get my breakfast in bed
Whenever I got worried, she would rub my aching head
But now she's here and there, with every man in town
Still trying to take me for that same old clown
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Well, baby used to stay out, all night long
She made me cry and she did me wrong
She had my nose open, that's no lie
The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
[Incomprehensible] get rhythm when you get the blues
Get rhythm, people, when you get the blues
Get a rock n' roll, feel it in your bones
Tap on your toes and just get gone
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Little shoeshine boy never gets low down
He's got the dirtiest job in town
Bendin' low at the people's feet
On the windy corner of the dirty street
When I asked him while he shined my shoes
How'd he keeps from gettin' the blues
He grinned and he shook his little head
Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
"Get rhythm, get rhythm when you get the blues
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Get a rock n' roll, feel it in your bones
Tap on your toes and just get gone
Get rhythm when you get the blues"
"[Incomprehensible] get rhythm when you get the blues
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Get a rock n' roll feel it in your bones
Tap on your toes and just get gone
Get rhythm when you get the blues"
Well, I stopped to listen to the shoeshine boy
And I thought I was gonna jump for joy
Slapped on the shoe polish, left and right
He took a shoeshine rag, and he held it tight
He stopped once to wipe the sweat away
"You're a mighty little boy to be a workin' that way"
He said, "I like it" with a big wide grin
And he kept on poppin' and he said again
"Get rhythm, get rhythm when you get the blues
[Incomprehensible] get rhythm when you get the blues
Well, a jumpy rhythm make you feel so fine
[Incomprehensible] all the troubles from your worried mind
Get rhythm when you get the blues"
"Get rhythm when you get the blues
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Get a rock n' roll, feel it in your bones
Tap on your toes and get gone
Down in the boondocks, down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in
I love her and she loves me but I don't fit in her society
Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks
Now, every night I watch the lights from the house upon the hill
Well, I love a little girl who lives up there and I guess I always will
But I don't dare knock on her door 'cause her daddy is my boss man
So I'll just have to be content and see her whenever I can
Take a trip on down in the boondocks
Take a ride on down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in
See, I love her and she loves me but I don't fit her society
Lord, have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks
One fine day, I'll find a way and move from this old shack
Well, I'll hold my head up like a king and I'll never, never will look back
'Til that morning I'll work and slave and I'll save every dime
But tonight she'll have to steal away to see me one more time
Get together, darling, down in the boondocks
Making love, darling, down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in
I love her and she loves me but I don't fit her society
Lord, have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in
I love her and she loves me but I don't fit her society
Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes más
Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes más
Cuando la maraca come mucho arroz
Chinito ni trabaja, a 5 y a 2
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon
Cuando la maraca la lleva al canton
Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca, chinito
Chinito, chinito, no proecupes más
Vaya Chino
Chinito, chinito
Chinito finito
Chinito bonito
Ay chinito bonito, donde vas?
Donda vas chinito con su maraca
Y donde estan mis pantalones, chinito?
Pinche chinito, con mi camisa, dame la ropa
Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca, chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes más
Chinito, chinito, me lava la lopa
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes más
Cuando la maraca come mucho arroz
Chinito ni trabaja a 5 y a 2
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon
Cuando la maraca la lleva al canton
Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes más
Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready and it's go man go
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-huh honey, lay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can burn my house, steal my car
And drink my liquor out of my fruit jar
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my shoes
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, it's down on beale street late one night
A woman got mad and started a fight
Split my chin and bust my nose
Tore out the back of my best suit of clothes
I said, "knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes"
And don't you step on my shoes
Don't step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
(L. Singer-H.Zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
(R. L. Jones/W. Young/R. Higginbotham)
(C) - (F) - (G)
(C) Look at this one, look at that one
Tell me do they look like me
All my (F) friends said, don't you worry
Said they'll testify for (C) me
Well, I (G) wonder which of (F) my friends had it in for (C) me
Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me
I don't (F) want six extra children
When ain't but two that look like (C) me
Please, have (G) mercy, judge your (F)honor
Alimony is killing (C) me
Please, have mercy, judge your honor
I'm as poor as I can be
Ain't had money in my pockets
Since way back in fifty three
Can't you cut down all my payment ?
Alimony is killing me
Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me
Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me
(Randy Newman)
(D) - (G) - (A) - (E7) - (A7) - (Bm)
(D) Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm (G) doing fine
Shooting at the birds on the (D) telephone line
(A) Picking 'em off with this (D) gun of mine
I got a (G) fire in my belly and a (D) fire in my head
Going (A) higher and higher till I'm dead
Sister Sue, short and stout
She didn't grow up - she grew out
Papa says she's plain but she's just being kind
Mama says she's pretty but she's almost blind
Don't let her out much 'cept at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the (D) sun shines bright on my (G) old Kentucky (D) home
And the young folks roll on the (E7) floor (A7)
Oh, the (D) sun shines bright on my (G) old Kentucky (D) home
Keep them hard times (G) a (Bm)way (A7) from my (D) door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he didn't have much to say
He had a little woman that he whupped each day
But now she's gone away
He got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't care
(Joe Callicott)
Drop down baby, just like showers of rain
I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah
I hate to hear my fair brown call my name
Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain
Walks to the station, tears running down
I got news, my baby, done left town, yeah
I got news, my baby, 'cause he done blow this town
Well, I got great news, my baby, he done blow this town
Blues started calling me like Ronny and France
Looks like that other guy won't allow me no chance, yeah
Well, it looks like, to me, that other guy won't allow me all chance
Hum, hum, hum
(Woody Guthrie)
(G) - (C) - (G7) - (D) - (D7) - (Bm) - (Em)
(G) Lots of folks back east they say
(C) Leaving home most every day
(D7) Beating the hot old dusty way
To the (G) California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll
(C) Getting out of that Old Dust Bowl
(D) Think they're coming to a sugar bowl
But (G) here's (D7) what they (G) find
(D) Police at the port of entry say
You're number fourteen thousand for to (D7) day Hey, if you (G) ain't got the Do Re Mi, boy
If you ain't got the Do Re (D) Mi
Well, you (D7) better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennes- (G) see
California is the garden of Eden
It's a paradise to (G7) live in or (C) see
But be(G)lieve it or (D) not
You won't (Bm) find it so (C) hot
If you (Em) ain't got the Do Re (G) Mi
You want to buy a home or a farm
That can't do nobody harm
Take your vacation by the mountains or sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car
You better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me
Well, I look through the want ads every day
The headlines in the papers always say
(Willie Dixon & Ry Cooder)
You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen
The moon comes up and the sun goes down
This old world keeps spinning around
Just as sure as the day turns into the night
What you do in the dark will turn up in the light
Masked man ridin' out across the land
Spreading destruction and moving his hand
He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip
Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip
You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen
Now, you bet your life without a doubt
Asking a masked man to leat you out
He's got you so tight that you can't even see
That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me You won't see it coming
You won't feel the blow
You won't get no warning
You won't never know
You can't start it sooner
And fix it up later
And you ain't going to read about it in the newspaper
Rich or poor, mighty and meek
Don't need no ticket, you've all got a seat
High up on the mountain, low down in the alley
We'll all watch the world turn into death valley
You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen
Better shake my hand 'cause time is winding up
Shake your neighbor's hand 'cause time is winding up
You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am
For this fair land of freedom
I do not care a damn.
I'm glad I fought against it
I only wish we'd won.
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I've done.
I hates the Yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the Declaration
Of Independence, too;
I hates the glorious Union-
'Tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could. Three hundred thousand Yankees
Stiffen in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
I want to reconstruct it
I'm better now than then
And for that carpet beggar
I don't give a damn
So I'm a forward the frontier
Soon as I can go
I could bear a weapon
And start for Mexico
(David Lindley)
Instrumental
(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout
Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about
Tuning in the local scene on the radio
The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go
The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter
Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue
And he's got a little dance he wants to do
He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
It really stops the action, everybody's mystified
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by
Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips
Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips
Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class
I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass
Now, everybody fall in love
He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat
You shake your shimmy like I shake mine
He's hand held and he's jet propelled
Shake it up from sun to sun
He's fast and loose, he's full of juice
Shake it like an atomic bomb
He's got the goose so what's the use
That UFO has landed in the ghetto
(Quinton Claunch, Dave Hall & Ry Cooder)
Brand new day, brave new man
It's a miracle what love can do
All the joys romance can bring
Come smiling down on a heart that's true
When love is real, you can't turn it around
It's like a river running down to the sea
This old world turns around for lovers like you
It's not the way love turned out for me
People in love build a house they can share
Takes a long time to get it just right
But a fire can start in the kitchen somewhere
And burn that little house down over night
That flame burning bright in your heart, I believed that
You turned it on just for me
Another man held that fire, burned our house to the ground
That's the way love turned out for me
People turn out for the big show
Pretty flowers turn out in the spring
And the light turns out in the kitchen
When somebody pulls on the string
But there's no light burning in my kitchen
And no doors open up with my key
And I ain't got no one to turn to
That's the way love turned out for me
(Ry Cooder)
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen
It was late last Friday evening, when everything was still
I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill
I got up and I looked outside strainin' my eyes to see
And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me
I hollered
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen
Now, her eyes were blazing up at me
Her hair was black as night
And her naked skin shone like gold
Out in the pale moonlight
She took my hand and she pulled me down
Where the grass had grown up tall
The she moved her body all around
Just like a cannon ball
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen
Yonder comes your mama, girl, 'cross the field
Runnin' and a-shakin' like an automobile
Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand
They just don't understand
The first time I seen that sweet girl
She was runnin' home from Sunday school
And the next time I seen that sweet little girl
Was when she broke her mama's rule
But the last time I seen that sweet little girl
She was filled with a strange desire
Rollin' and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground
Her skin burnin' up just like a cane fire
She called my name a thousand ways
The tears came streaming down her face
But just when I was 'bout to blow my stack
Her daddy came a-creepin' and a-crawlin' up behind
And he shot me in the back
(Bob Dylan)
It's been raining in my mouth all day
Dripping down to my clothes
My patience it is wearing thin
Got a fire inside my nose
Searching for the truth the way God designed it
The truth is I might drown before I find it
Well, I need a woman
Yes, I do
Need a woman
Yes, I do
Someone who can see me as I am
Give the kind of love that don't have to be condemned
And I want you to be that woman
Every night
Be that woman
Treat me right
I've had my eyes on you, baby
For about five long years
You probably don't know me at all
But I've seen your laughter and I've seen your tears
Now you don't frighten me
I ain't no defendant
And you look like it wouldn't hurt you none
To have a man of understanding
Well, I need a woman
Oh, don't I
Need a woman
Bring it home safe at last
I've seen you standing on the corner
Seen you sitting down in the park
Been watching you in the sunshine
Walking with you in the dark
And I want you to be that woman
Treat me right
Be that woman
Every night
Well, if you believe in something long enough
You just naturally come to think it's true
There ain't no wall you can't crossover
Ain't no fire you can't walk through
Well, believing is all right
Just don't let the wrong people know what it's all about
They might put the evil eye on you
Use their hidden powers to try to turn you out
Well, I need a woman
Just to be my queen
Need a woman
Black, white, yellow, brown, blue or green
Riding out with me at midnight
Like two Spanish desperadoes
Gazing down upon the futile world
In her Cadillac Eldorado
We will penetrate the storm
In search of truth that has not been tested
But she better bring along her checkbook
Just in case we get arrested
And I want you to be that woman
(L. Johnson/D. Richardson/C. Knight)
I've been trying so hard to find a way to your heart
I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't win
Win your love, win your love
I gave you my love, I gave you my heart
Instead of taking it, keeping it, baby, you tore it apart
But I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, no, I can't win
Win your love, win your love
I go to church every Sunday [And there ain't nothing wrong with that]
I stand work on time, every Monday [I do the best I can]
I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, oh, no, I can't win
Win your love,
Can't seem to win your love, baby
Win your love
No matter how hard I try
Win your love, can't win your love, baby
Win your love, oh-hoo, I can't win
I just can't win, baby
I can't win
I try hard enough, girl
I can't win, I still can't win
I work eight days a week, baby
What more, what more you want me to do ?
I'm down on my knees, baby, I do that
I can't win, please, please, please
Just can't seem to win your love
Come on, and bring it to me, girl
Win your love, win your love
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
(D. Lindley-R. Cooder)
Instrumental
From out of nowhere, through a caravan
Around the campfire light
Came a lovely woman in motion
With hair as dark as night
Her eyes were like those of a cat in the dark
And she hypnotized me with love
She was a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman
She danced around and 'round to a guitar melody
From the fire, her face was all a glow
How she enchanted me, how I'd love to hold her near
And kiss, and forever whisper in her ear
I love you, gypsy woman
I need you, gypsy woman
I want you, gypsy woman
Just gotta have a gypsy woman
All through the caravan
She was dancing with all the men
Waiting for the rising sun
Everyone was having fun
I hate to see the lady go knowing she'll never know
That I love her, I love her
I love you, gypsy woman
I need you, gypsy woman
I want you, gypsy woman
Just gotta have a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman
Gypsy woman, gypsy woman
I love you, gypsy woman
I need you, gypsy woman
Just gotta have a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman
Can't you get the gypsy woman
(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree.
Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule.
You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool
Mmmm, oh, no,
It's not hard for you to understand.
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can.
If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree,
Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be.
But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life.
Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife
Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home.
But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone.
And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home.
But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', ";Darlin', is he gone?";
(Traditional)
I know Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up and tell Him what you want
Well, the line ain't never busy
Tell Him what you want
Wo, that line ain't never busy
Tell Him what you want
Well, the line ain't never busy
Tell Him what you want
Keep on calling Him up
And tell Him what you want
Well, if you want His kingdom
Tell Him what you want
If you want His kingdom
Tell Him what you want
If want His kingdom
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up
You can call Him up and tell Him what you want Well, if you're sick and wanna get well
Tell Him what you want
Well, if you're sick and you wanna get well
Tell Him what you want
If you're sick and you wanna get well
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up and tell Him what you want
And if you're feeling down and out
Tell Him what you want
And if you're feeling down and out
Tell Him what you want
And if you're feeling down and out
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up and tell Him what you want
I know Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up
Call Him up and tell Him what you want
(Huddie Ledbetter)
(D) - (A) - (C) - (E)
(D) On a Monday, I was ar (A) rested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in (D) jail
On a Wednesday, my trial was at (A) tested
On a Thursday, nobody would go my (D) bail
(D) Al (C) most (A) done, I'm almost (E) done, (D) al (C) most (A) done
And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no (D) pail
Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder
Take these chains, these chains from around my legs
Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me
But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead
Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done
And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail
On Friday, my baby went a-walking
On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door
On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking
On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes
(Fitz MacLean)
(C) - (G) - (Am) Capo on 2
(C) When Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard
Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard
His visit to their (Am) island is bound to be an epoch in (G) local (C) history
Definitely (Am) marking the new e (G) ra, keeping Trinidad in Ameri (C) ca
For this great man jubilation, was evinced by the entire population
Friendship for the U.S.A. was shown and from his house to stars and the stripes were flown
For the state to open the gate to the president of these United States
In fact everybody was glad to welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad
We are privileged to see the democratic president of the great republic
With his charming and genial personality and his wonderful urbanity
We were struck by his modest style and we were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile
No wonder why everybody was glad to welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad
Now we understand that the president has just been on a visit to Brazil and the Argentine
Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance they took part in a peace conference
To stop war and atrocity and make the world safe for democracy
The greatest event in the century in the interest of suffering humanity
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
(G) - (D)
(G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid
I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he did
Way out in New Mexico a long time (D) ago
When a (G) man's only friend was his (D) own forty- (G) four
Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out west with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king
Before this young manhood reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty one men
It was on one black night that poor Billy died
He said to his friends, ";I'm not satisfied
There's twenty one men that I've put bullets through
And sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two";
Well, this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver City's best friend
The poor outlaw's life have reached its sad end
(Raymond Quevedo)
How different the ladies of long ago to the modern women that we all know
If you observe you are bound to see that sex has changed entirely
A long ago their one ambition in life, was to be a mother and a wife
Now they go out imitating the males by smoking cigarettes and drinking cocktails
Girls used to like to be school teachers, gradually becoming stenographers
We next hear of them as lecturers, authors and engineers
There is no limit to their ambition, they've even gone in for aviation
And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world
Play a bridge!
Now they say anything that your man can do, they also can achieve too
And they've openly boasted to do their part in the literature and art
We will next hear of them as candidates for the president of these United States
And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world
Now you hear on the radio and TV of a great national calamity
Story of tragic proportion coming from the White House in Washington
The facts in the case are clearly stated the president is being cruely dominated
By a international conspiracy that threatens world peace and security
(Bunn)
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I may never get a break like this in life no more
Well, I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I may never get a break like this in life no more
Got money in my pocket
I ain't begging for bread
Cadillac El Dorado
Well, it's gone to my head
I got a short time living and a long greasy time to pay (play) dead
Ain't doing no favours, ain't asking for none
Honey, I got money, I can pay for my fun
That's the way I want it, that's the way it must be done
[Because]
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I may never get a break like this in life no more
A certain little mama [You ???? for me]
Gonna jump and shout [Oh, yeah]
When the El Dorado rolls up [ Ah]
And I'll come walking out [???]
Gonna tell ya pretty baby [Say you like nothing]
You don't know what it's all about
(I've got) No special woman [No special woman]
Want no special friend [No special friend]
Want a good time today [Good time today]
Tomorrow may be down again [May be down again]
Don't dial my number [Oh, Lord]
I'll tell you when [I'll tell you when]
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before]
Really wanna...never did ball before [Before, before, before]
I may never get a break like this in life no more
(Ry Cooder)
Goin¡¯ back down to Okinawa
Sorry, baby, but I can¡¯t take you
You better stay at home in California
There¡¯s nothing over there that you can do
Goin¡¯ back down to Okinawa
Ain¡¯t gonna do me like you¡¯ve done before
They treat me like a king down in Okinawa
And I may never come back no more
It¡¯s just an island floating in the sun
Everybody is having so much fun
Pretty mamas laying in the sand
Sure to know how to treat your man Okinawian baby, won't you come by me ?
Sun going down in the China Sea
Making love on the beach all night
Okinawa moon is shining so bright
Folks in Okinawa sure have fun
They get together when the working day is done
Drinking cheap wine. and making romance
While some old man's doing the Okina dance
Back in the days of World War II
Fought against the Japanese like me and you
Everybody¡¯s worried ¡®bout World War III
Okinawa's just the place where I¡¯m gonna be
Going back to Okinawa
Sorry, but I can¡¯t take you
Never coming back no more, baby
There's a land, so I've been told
Every street is paved with gold
And it's just across the borderline
And when it's time to take your turn
Here's a lesson you must learn
You could lose more than you ever hope to find
And when you reach the broken promised land
Every dream slips though your hand
Then you'll know it's too late to change your mind
'Cause you pay the price to come this far
Just to wind up where you are
And you're still just across the borderline
Up and down The Rio Grande
A thousand foot prints in the sand
Reveal the secret no one can define
The river flows on like a breath
In between our life and death
Tell me who the next to cross the borderline
And when you reach the broken promised land
Every dream slips through your hand
Then you'll know it's too late to change your mind
'Cause you pay the price to come this far
Just to wind up where you are
(Chuck Berry)
Now, the thirteen question method is the one to use
Listen to me!
Thirteen question method is the one to use
I'm saying that the thirteen question method is the one you gotta use
If you wanna have some fun
'Cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
Uhn!
Question number one: you wanna have fun, uh hun
Question number two: what to do ?
Let's see!
Question number three: wanna go out and eat burger with me ?
God Almighty!
For the thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the question number five: don't give me no jive this morning
Question number six: don't try no tricks, this evening
Question number seven: I'll pick you up at a quarter to eleven, baby
And question number eight: it's a date
That's question number nine: where to dine, this evening ?
Question number ten: ah, can we get in ?
Question number eleven: gonna be just like heaven ?
God Almighty!
Question number twelve: we get by ourselves ?
'Cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
And she says ah...
She says...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna have some fun
'Cause the...
(Alfred Reed)/(Traditional)
(G) - (C) - (D)
(G) When a fellow has the blues and feels discouraged
And there¡¯s (C) nothing else but trouble all his (G) life
When he¡¯s always grumbled at and never happy
Living with a scolding, aggravating (D) wife
If he¡¯s (G) sick and tired of life and takes to drinking
Do not pass him by, don¡¯t greet him with a (C) frown
Do not fail to lend a hand and try to (G) help him
Always lift him up and (D) never knock him (C) down (G)
If he stays out late at night because he¡¯s worried
And because his home is not what it should be
Have a smile for him whenever you should meet him
It would help him just the right way, don¡¯t you see
If he gambles when he¡¯s in the town or city
Tell him what he ought to do to gain the crown
Lend a hand and do not fail to show him pity
Always lift him up and never knock him down
If he cannot pay his debts and feels disgusted
If he¡¯s blue and doesn¡¯t have a word to say
Let him know you are his friend who can be trusted
It would cheer this lonely fellow on his way
If he finds it hard for him to keep his family
Let a kind word greet his ear when he¡¯s around
Don¡¯t say anything at all to make against him
Always lift him up and never knock him down
If he has no friends and everyone's against him
If he¡¯s failed at everything that he has tried
Try to lift his load, to help to bear his burden
Let him know that you are walking by his side
And if he feels that all is lost, and he is falling
Try to place that poor man's feet on solid ground
Just remember he's some mother's precious darling
Always lift him up and never knock him down
Always lift him up and never knock him down
(John Hiatt)
Just a one more kiss
He'll have to miss
This night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too
You'll get used to telling lies
And feeling sorry when he cries
Now that the strings are attached
He'll catch on, we've done our part
'Cause this is the way we make a broken heart
Lesson number one
We've just begun
To hurt him so
And with lesson two
He'll long for you
When lights are low
Then we get to lesson three
Where he gets down on his knees
And begs you to stop at the door
Just before he comes apart
And this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've layed a trail of tears
For him to follow
And we've thought of every line
That he might swallow
And with lesson four
There'll be no more
For him to bear
And on some dark night
We'll dim the lights
On this affair
Then he'll find somebody new
And she will hurt him too
'Cause there must be millions just like you and me
Practiced in the art
This is the way we make a broken heart
Oh, this is the way we make a broken heart
This is the way we make a broken heart
(Esther Navarro)
Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]
Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]
And I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Girls, taking their girls]
They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time]
They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time]
I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind [Mind, change their mind]
Some they call me Moe and some they call me Joe
But just remember Speedo, he don't never take it slow
Now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. EArl]
Well, I said it now
They often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]
Now I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Taking their girls]
They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time]
They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time]
Now I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind
Uuh, honey, here comes that old Mr. Earl again, honey
He's so fine!
Oh, get on away from here, girl. I ain't going to be bothered with you tonight
He can get low down too, can get to be a low down son of a bitch
Don't you be holding on to me now, get away!
Hello, Mr. Earl!
Hey, you look good to me.
You too, baby.
What's your name ?
My name is Mary Lou
(J. Ragovoy/M. Shuman)
Said, look at Granny run, run
Grandpa runnin' close behind.
Look at Granny run, run, ah... there's something on Grand-daddy's mind.
Because he went to the doctor, got a brand new pill.
The doctor said, ";Son, you ain't over the hill.";
He can't sit still.
Great, gosh, almighty, won't you...
Look at Granny run, run, faster than a Greyhound bus. [Granny, you better run]
Look at Granny run, run, now Grandpa is gettin' serious. [Somebody's calling you]
Well, he woke up in the middle of the night.
Said, ";Look-a here baby, everything's alright.";
It was such a sight
Great, gosh, almighty, won't ya...
Well, look at Granny run, run
Grandpa runnin' closer now.
No matter how she run, run, he gonna catch her anyhow.
Well, he jumped up and he began to shout
Granny come a-running with the mouth poked out
Said, ";Look here, pretty Mama, stop your carrying on
All I want's a little loving just before I'm gone
Ain't nothing wrong";
Hear my Lord, singing
Great, gosh, almighty
[You better run]
[Somebody's calling you]
Look at Granny run, run.
Well, I feel like my time ain't [long], time ain't [long] time ain't [long]
(Will Jennings/Nesbert Hooper Jr.)
Three days of snow out in Birmingham
Thought you would wonder where I am
Called up your number all night long
No consolations on the telephone
Ran out and caught that midnight flight
Thought a little loving would make everything all right
But, no!
Landlord said, ";You'd moved away
And left me all your bills to pay";
It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon
I think you might have made your move too soon, girl
Now, look here
Left me out here with a Keno card
Life in Vegas really ain't so hard
Ran it up to about fifty grand
Cashed it in and held it in my hand
That kinda money gets the word around
And makes a lost love come up found
I hear you knocking baby at my door
You ain't living here no more
I tried to tell you before
But you made your move too soon
Now I'm gonna play!
All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing
Well, I've been from Texas down to Tokyo
Okinawa back to Ohio
Never tried to make the news
I'm just a man that loves to play the blues
Take my guitar everywhere
Now, if you people don't like it, I really don't care
Crowd jumps up and the band falls down
Love to see us rolling into town
Because the people know, well, we never make our move too soon
Never make your move too soon
Ya made your move too soon, girl
Ya made your move too soon, baby....babe
I think ya made your move too soon
Let's hear it for all the chickens that died in the heat wave
Two millions chickens, God Almighty
In Arkansas, down in Oklahoma, by God
Texas, Arizona
(Bobby Ray Appleberry/William Cuomo)
Johnny Porter was the oldest in his family
And I remember he was almost twenty one
Y'know I can't quite explain the situation
But he broke into his father's truck and stole a gun
Mother running down the highway screaming
Johnny it's too bad, oh it's too and it's bad
And it's too bad
Well, his father wonders where he got the money
And he wonders if he got it right or wrong
Then Johnny killed a man in Pensacola, Florida
And he caught a freight train and and took off on the run
Well, run, Johnny, run
They're rolling right behind you
Run, Johnny, run
You know they're gonna find you
You come out late at night, 'cause you're running for your life
Hum, Johnny Porter
Johnny Porter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, it's a shame the way you make your mother worry
And it's hurts inside to sit and watch her cry
And it will be a long time before she knows the answer
But it won't be long before she will see ya die
Well, I was standing in my front door early this morning
So sad, when I heard my name was said
Johnny Porter was no good than anybody
But I hate to see him throw his life away
Now, run, Johnny, run
They're rolling right behind you
Run, Johnny, run
You know they're gonna find you
You come out late at night, 'cause you're running for your life
Well, Johnny Porter, Johnny Porter
Found him holed up in some dark and dirty building
Heard his mother begging, ";Please, let Johnny go!";
That's when John fired his pistol
As a warning and he said,
";I was born to die by the gun";
";I was born to die by the gun";
";I was born to die by the gun";
(William R. Emerson)
-Man, I'm gonna tell you my story
-Go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more
-Just what I've been doing
-What you've been doing, Ry ?
-Well, you know I used to be particular about the womens that I picked
-Aha!
-Yeah! They used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all
-But the way things has been going, I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged
-What ?
-I'll even take 'em bald! Man. I'll tell you why
-Please, tell me why!
Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile
Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile
And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels.
He-hey, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile
Oh, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile
And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels.
Now look'it here!
They say, walking women home is a thing of the past
Women want to ride and ride around in class
Some like Cadillacs, boys, some like Fords
Some like anything as long as it rolls.
Crazy 'bout an automobile [That's right]
And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels
Well, every woman I know she's crazy 'bout an automobile
Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile
And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels
One more thing I wanna tell you
Said, riding and loving just can't be beat,
You and your woman in your own front seat.
Now, she can play with your keys, shift the gears,
Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear.
Now, she can turn up the heat and flip on your fan,
And then you start rolling just as fast as you can.
Crazy 'bout an automobile
And just here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels
Man, when I get some money I just got to get me some kind of automobile
You don't seem like the women in this town just don't pay no attention to ya 'less you're driving
Look at that big, fine Buick over there
Oh, I like that one
Yeah, now, looks like somebody left the keys in it
Oh, let's take a ride
Nothing but rubber heels
(F. Knight/A. Varnell)
(C) - (F) - (G)
(C) Trouble you can't fool me (F) I see you behind that tree
(C) Trouble you can't fool me (G) trying to get the ups on me
(C) Trouble you can't fool me (F) I see you behind that tree
(C) You want to (F) jump (G) on (C) me
Work hard for living, wanted just to get paid
But, sure'd be stealing for a year and a day
Would like to see a little sunshine, just to guide my way
Would like to have a little peace of mind
That's why I wanna say you better look out !
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Trouble taught me a lesson I never never will forget
Now, he took my love, she ain't paid it back yet
I had to find another just to take her place
And I sure do love her, I said we're doing ok
So look out!
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Well, you know, everyday can't be Sunday [That's right!]
It's a funny thing, it seem just before daylight is your darkest hour
And you know one thing [what's that ?] behind every silver lining, there isn't a dark cloud
[And you just ain't got time to go 'round subtracting and adding 'cause you'll just be too late]
You know one thing ? [What's that ?]
Every time you get around a tree, you better stop and grab a brick [Why ?]
Old man trouble... laying and waiting on you
That's what I wanna say...
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Trouble took my money, Cadillac's gone
Best suit of clothes, all raised up in the closet, oh Lord
But I'm so glad
Trouble don't last ...always
You can't fool me
(T. Drummond/R. Cooder)
(C#7)
Well, did you hear the good news ?
There's gonna be some bad blues
Somebody said they're playing all night long
So go and fill your brown bag and put on all your clean rags
Let's go downtown and see what's going on
You take me down the Vine Street
Stop when you hear the back beat
And I'll sneak past the bounccer at the door
Now I know that he ain't looking
Not when the band is cooking
Because he's watching the ladies dancing on the floor
Going down in Hollywood
You better hope that you don't run out of gas
Down in Hollywood
He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass
Down in Hollywood
They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you
Down in Hollywood
Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through
Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving
Well, the scotch has started flowing
And some girls she is showing everything she's got
Folks, it's a sight!
Some men will give a week's pay if she would just dance down their way and say
";Baby, I'm gonna take you home with me tonight";
Outside the streets is shaking and I hear the windows breaking
Some poor fool's gonna land in jail tonight
Well, all those hookers trying to pull your coat and the pimps reach out to cut your throat
Ain't no way out of here without a fight
(What's that fool saying ?)
Going down in Hollywood
You better hope that you don't run out of gas
Down in Hollywood
He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass
Down in Hollywood
They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you
Down in Hollywood
Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through
Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving
Voice of gay male: ";Hi. You know that you're going to get arrested the way that those pants fir around your thighs. Oh, come back honey! Don't leave now.";
Voice of pimp: ";Hey, bud. Come here, let me talk to you for a second. Give me that";
[Sounds of fists, a robbery]
";Cops coming";
Voice of policeman (Ry): ";869 Victor."; [radio code] ";Jesus, this guy's a mess";
Voice of other cop: ";Well, he's just drunk. Come on, pick him up, put him in the car and take him downtown";
Well, his mama told him not to go
Little sister told him too
But the poor boy just didn't listen
Like he should have, that's too bad
He hitchhiked all the way from Burbank
Now, he's gonna end up in drunk tank
Some old man say, ";Yeah, well, that's just the way it goes down in Hollywood";
Going down in Hollywood
You better hope that you don't run out of gas
Down in Hollywood
He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass
Down in Hollywood
They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you
Down in Hollywood
Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through
For truth! Man, I'm telling you
Well, they'll do anything down in that low-down Hollywood
He'll be in a world of trouble now
Lord, have mercy
Can I get a witness
(Traditional)
Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys
We'll rally 'round again
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
We will rally from the hillside
We'll gather from the plain
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah
Down with the traitor, up with the star
While we rally 'round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
And although he may be poor
Not a man shall be a slave
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
So we're springing to the call
From the East and from the West
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
And we'll prove a loyal crew
To the land we love the best
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
(Traditional)
Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man
What time do your trains roll by ?
";At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5";
";At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5";
Thank you, Mr. Railroad Man
I want to watch your trains go by
Standing on a platform, smoking a cheap cigar
And waiting for an old freight train that carries an empty car
Well, I pulled my hat down over my eyes
And I walked across the tracks
And I caught me the end of an old freight train
And I never did come back
Well, I sat down in a gamblin' game
But I could not play my hand
I was thinkin' about the woman I loved
Run away with another man, poor boy
Run away with another man
I was thinking about the woman that I loved
Run away with another man
(Harold Adamson & Jimmie McHugh)
One of our planes was missing
Two hours overdue
One of our planes was missing
With all its gallant crew
The radio sets were humming
We waited for a word
Then a noise broke
Through the humming and this is what we heard
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer What a show, what a fight, boys
We really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we limp through the air
Look below, there's our field over there
With just one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
With our full crew on board
And our trust in the Lord
We're comin' in on a wing and a prayer
The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it
I say he wrote it down indeed
The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it down
Give you this jail sentence you must be Nashville bound
Some got six month, some got one solid
Some got one solid year indeed
Some got six month, some doing solid here
(Alfred Reed)
(G) - (C) - (G7) - (D) - (D7) - (Am)
(G) I remember a time when every (D) thing was (G) cheap
Now prices nearly puts a man to (D) sleep
(D7) Well, when we (G) get our grocery (G7) bill
We (C) feel like making our (Am) will
Tell me, (G) how can a poor man (D7) stand such times and
(G) live ?
Tell me, (G) how can a poor man (D7) stand such times and
(G) live ?
Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright
And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!"
Well, all he gives is a humbug pill
Dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for
soul
Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole
Now, we can hardly get our breath
Taxed and schooled and preached to death
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
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