(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
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
(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
(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...
(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
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.
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
(Joseph Spence)
Instrumental
(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
[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
(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
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
