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Well, I hope that I dont fall in love with you Cause falling in love just makes me blue Well, the music plays and you display your heart for me to see I had a beer and now I hear you callin out for me And I hope that I dont fall in love with you Well, the room is crowded—people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well, if you sit down with this old clown, Ill take that frown and break it Before the evenings gone away, I think that we can make it And I hope that I dont fall in love with you Well, the night does funny things inside a man These old tomcat feelings you dont understand Well, I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette I wish I had the guts to bum one, but weve never met And I hope that I dont fall in love with you I can see that you are lonesome just like me And it being late, youd like some company Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me The guy youre with, hes up and split—the chair next to you is free And I hope that you dont fall in love with me Now, its closing time The musics fading out Last call for drinks, Ill have another stout Well, I turn around to look at you—youre nowhere to be found I search the place for your lost face—guess Ill have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you
They hung a sign up in our town If you live it up, you wont live it down So she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind Said, Dont look back, just come on, Jim Oh, you got to hold on, hold on You gotta hold on Take my hand, Im standing right here You gotta hold on Well, he gave her a dimestore watch And a ring made from a spoon Everyones looking for someone to blame When you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops You dont meet nice girls in coffee shops She said, Baby, I still love you Sometimes theres nothin left to do Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on And take my hand, Im standing right here You gotta hold on Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me I miss your broken china voice How I wish you were still here with me Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down Then you burn your mansion to the ground Oh, theres nothing left to keep you here But when youre falling behind in this big blue world Oh, youve got to hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, Im standing right here You gotta hold on Down by the Riverside motel Its 10 below and falling By a 99-cent store She closed her eyes and started swaying But its so hard to dance that way When its cold and theres no music Oh, your old hometowns so far away But inside your head theres a record thats playing A song called Hold On, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, Im standing right there You gotta hold on You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, Im standing right there You gotta hold on You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on And take my hand, Im standing right here You gotta hold on You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on And take my hand, Im standing right here You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on, baby You gotta hold on, girl You gotta hold on You gotta hold on
Well I remember it as though it were a meal ago Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did She came asliding on down the alleyway like butter drippin off a hot biscuit The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung out in droves Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was OMalleys Alley. The air was thick with catcalls But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered straight to behind the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was looking for that stud bull She was looking for that He-cat. And that was me Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee: Say baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby Say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby, say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say b-b-b-b-b-b-b-baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby! Say baby! Say baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby! Say baby! Say baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me? Say baby! Say baby!
Whats he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? He has subscriptions to those magazines He never waves when he goes by Hes hiding something from the rest of us Hes all to himself, I think I know why He took down the tire swing from the pepper tree He has no children of his own, you see He has no dog, he has no friends and his lawn is dying And what about all those packages he sends? Whats he building in there? With that hook light on the stairs Whats he building in there? Ill tell you one thing: hes not building a playhouse for the children Whats he building in there? Now whats that sound from underneath the door? Hes pounding nails into a hardwood floor And I swear to God I heard someone moaning low And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show He has a router and a table saw And you wont believe what Mr. Sticha saw! Theres poison underneath the sink, of course But theres also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse Whats he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? I heard he has an ex-wife In some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia But whats he building in there? He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail Ill bet he spent a little time in jail I heard he was up on the roof last night signaling with a flashlight And whats that tune hes always whistling? Whats he building in there? Whats he building in there? We have a right to know!
I had a good home but I left I had a good home but I left, right, left That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf A Humvee mechanic put his Kevlar on wrong I guarantee you’ll meet up with a suicide bomb And Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Big fucking ditches in the middle of the road You pay a hundred dollars just for fillin’ in the hole Listen to the general every goddamn word How many ways can you polish up a turd And left, right, left, left, right Left, right Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Hell broke luce How is it that the only ones responsible for making this mess Got their sorry asses stapled to a goddamn desk And Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Left, right, left What did you do before the war? I was a chef, I was a chef What was your name? It was Jeff, Jeff I lost my buddy and I wept, wept I come down from the meth So I slept, slept I had a good home but I left, left Pantsed at the wind for a joke I pranced right in with the dope Glanced at her shin, she said nope Left, right, left Nimrod Bodfish have you any wool Get me another body bag the body bag’s full And my face was scorched, scorched I miss my home I miss my porch, porch Left, right, left Can I go home in March? My stanch was a chin full of soap That rancid dinner with the pope And left, right, left Kelly Presutto got his thumbs blown off Sergio’s developing a real bad cough Sergio’s developing a real bad cough And Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Hell broke luce Boom went his head away And boom went Valerie, huh What the hell was it that the president said? Give em all a beautiful parade instead And left, right, left While I was over here I never got to vote I left my arm in my coat My mom she died and never wrote We sat by the fire and ate a goat Just before he died he had a toke Now I’m home and I’m blind And I’m broke What is next
Operator, number please, its been so many years Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost And I am calling long distance, dont worry about the cost Cause its been forty years or more, now Martha please recall Meet me out for coffee where well talk about it all And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day And I feel so much older now, youre much older too Hows your husband? And hows your kids? You know that I got married too Lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am And all that really mattered then was that I was a man I guess that our being together was never meant to be But Martha, Martha, I love you, cant you see? And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day And I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you
Hey Charlie, Im pregnant and living on 9th Street Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue And I stopped takin dope, and I quit drinkin whiskey And my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track He says that he loves me even though its not his baby He says that hell raise him up like he would his own son And he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancin every Saturday night And hey Charlie, I think about you every time I pass a fillin station On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair And I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials But someone stole my record player--now, how do you like that? Hey Charlie, I almost went crazy after Mario got busted I went back to Omaha to live with my folks But everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis, this time I think Im gonna stay Hey Charlie, I think Im happy for the first time since my accident I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope Id buy me a used car lot, and I wouldnt sell any of em Id just drive a different car every day, dependin on how I feel Hey Charlie, for chrissakes, if you want to know the truth of it I dont have a husband, he dont play the trombone I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer, and Charlie, hey Ill be eligible for parole come Valentines day
Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun wont shoot Im in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a deadmans chest And Ive been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest Im full of bourbon, I cant stand up Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head And Ive been stepping on the devils tail Across the stripes of a full moons head Through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass Im on the lawn with someone elses wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun wont shoot Im in the corner on the pouring rain Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Well, my time went so quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my ol fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy God knows I was feeling alive Now the suns coming up Im riding with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade And I lead the parade Just a-wishing Id stayed a little longer Oh Lord, let me tell you that the feeling getting stronger And its six in the morning Gave me no warning, I had to be on my way Well, theres trucks all a-passing me, and the lights all a-flashin Im on my way home from your place And now the suns coming up Im riding with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade And I lead the parade Just a-wishing Id stayed a little longer Oh Lord, let me tell you the feeling getting stronger And my time went so quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my ol fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy God knows I was feeling alive And now the suns coming up Im riding with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Freeway cars and trucks Freeway cars and trucks
Outside another yellow moon Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes I climb through the window and down to the street Im shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full With all those Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that will ever capture your heart Theyre just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one Oh baby cant you hear me now? Cant you hear me now? Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? Every night its just the same You leave me lonely, now I know your window and I know its late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light at the four-way You watch em as they fall Oh baby, they all have heart attacks They stay at the carnival But theyll never win you back Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? Where every night, every night is just the same Oh baby Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? All of my dreams just fall like rain Oh, baby, on a downtown train Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? Where every night, every night is just the same Oh baby Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? All of my dreams just fall like rain Oh, on a downtown train Oh, on a downtown train Oh, on a downtown train Oh, on a downtown train Downtown train
1-2-3-4 When Im lying in my bed at night I dont want to grow up Nothing ever seems to turn out right I dont want to grow up How do you move in a world of fog thats Always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I dont want to grow up I dont ever want to be that way I dont want to grow up Seems that folks turn into things That they never want The only thing to live for is today Im gonna put a hole in my T.V. set I dont want to grow up Open up the medicine chest I dont want to grow up I dont want to have to shout it out I dont want my hair to fall out I dont want to be filled with doubt I dont want to be a good boy scout I dont want to have to learn to count I dont want to have the biggest amount No, I dont want to grow up Well, when I see my parents fight I dont want to grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I dont want to grow up Id rather stay here in my room Nothing out there but sad and gloom I dont want to live in a big old tomb on Grand Street When I see the 5 oclock news I dont want to grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I dont wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I dont want to put no money down I dont want to get a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I dont want to float on a broom Fall in love, get married then boom How the hell did it get here so soon No, I dont want to grow up
Well Im going out west Where the wind blows tall Because Tony Franciosa Used to date my ma They got some money out there Theyre giving it away Im gonna do what I want And Im gonna get paid Do what I want And Im gonna get paid Little brown sausages Lying in the sand I aint no extra baby Im a leading man Well, my parole officer Will be proud of me With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash I know karate, Voodoo too Im gonna make myself available to you I dont need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt Well I dont lose my composure In a high speed chase Well my friends think Im ugly I got a masculine face I got some dragstrip courage I can really drive a bed Im gonna change my name to Hannibal Or maybe just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Maybe just Rex I know karate, Voodoo too Im gonna make myself available to you I dont need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt Im gonna drive all night Take some speed Im gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof The shape of a heart And Im goin out west Where theyll appreciate me Going out west Going out west
Sane, sane, theyre all insane The firemans blind, the conductors lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Goin up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladins hat And nobodys sure where Mr. Knickerbockers at Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Goin up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladins hat And nobodys sure where Mr. Knickerbockers at Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin out of time The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in a little row boat Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Clap hands Oh, clap hands Oh, clap hands Oh, clap hands Clap hands
Well you play that tarantella, all the hounds will start to roar The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor They drive along the pipeline, they tango till theyre sore They take apart their nightmares and they leave em by the door Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Ill tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past And send me off to bed forevermore Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Ill tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past And send me off to bed forevermore Just make sure shes all in Calico and the color of a doll Wave the flag on Cadillac Day and a skillet on the wall Cut me a switch or hold your breath till the sun goes down Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past Will you send me off to bed forevermore? Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Ill tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past Send me off to bed forevermore Send me off to bed forevermore
Liar, liar with your pants on fire White spades hangin on the telephone wire Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line Youll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine Doctor, lawyer, beggarman, thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief If you want a taste of madness, youll have to wait in line Youll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine Boneys high on china white, Shorty found a punk Dont you know there aint no devil? Theres just God when hes drunk Well this stuffll probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine? See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top With the pedal pushers, sucking on a soda pop Well I bet shes still a virgin, but its only twenty-five till nine You can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine Better off in Iowa, against your scrambled eggs Than crawling down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs Youll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time Youre waitin for the RTD on Heartattack and Vine Boneys high on china white, Shorty found a p-p-punk Dont you know there aint no devil? Theres just God when hes drunk Well this stuffll probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine? Liar, liar with your pants on fire White spades hangin on the telephone wire Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line Youll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine Doctor, lawyer, beggarman, thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief If you want a taste of madness, youll have to wait in line Youll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top With the pedal pushers, sucking on a soda pop Well I bet shes still a virgin, but its only twenty-five till nine You can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine Boneys high on china white, Shorty found a punk Dont you know there aint no devil? Theres just God when hes drunk Well this stuff will probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine?
We sail tonight for Singapore We’re all as mad as hatters here I’ve fallen for a tawny moor Took off to the Land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen Walked the sewers of Paris I danced along a colored wind Dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me We sail tonight for Singapore Don’t fall asleep while you’re ashore Cross your heart and hope to die When you hear the children cry Let marrow bone and cleaver choose While making feet for children’s shoes Through the alley, back from Hell When you hear that steeple bell You must say goodbye to me Wipe him down with gasoline Till his arms are hard and mean From now on, boys, this iron boat’s your home So heave away, boys We sail tonight for Singapore Take your blankets from the floor Wash your mouth out by the door The whole town is made of iron ore Every witness turns to steam They all become Italian dreams Fill your pockets up with earth Get yourself a dollar’s worth Away boys, away boys, heave away The captain is a one-armed dwarf He’s throwing dice along the wharf In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King So take this ring We sail tonight for Singapore We’re all as mad as hatters here I’ve fallen for a tawny moor Took off to the Land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen Walked the sewers of Paris I danced along a colored wind Dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me
The smart moneys on Harlow And the moon is in the street And the shadow boys Are breakin all the laws Oh and its east of East St. Louis And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds Like a round of applause And Napoleon is weeping In a carnival saloon His invisible fiancée Is in the mirror And the band is goin home Its raining hammers Its raining nails Its true theres nothing Left for him down here And its time time time And it is time And its time And its time time That you love And its time time time And they all pretend theyre orphans And their memorys like a train You can see them getting Smaller as they pull away Oh and the things you cant remember Tell the things you cant forget That history puts a saint In every dream Oh she said shed stick around Till the bandages came off But these mamas boys Just dont know when to quit And Matilda asks the sailors Are those dreams or are those prayers Close your eyes son and this wont hurt a bit And its time time time And its time time time And its time time that you love And its time time time Oh and things are pretty lousy For the calendar girls The boys just dive right off the cars And splash into the street Oh and when shes on a roll She pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons Fall around her feet So put a candle in the window And a kiss upon my lips As the dish outside the window Fills with rain Oh and just like a stranger With the weeds in your heart Pay the fiddler off Till I come back again And its time time time And it is time time time And its time time time that you love And its time time time And its time time time And it is time time time And its time time time that you love And its time time time
Dont go to church on Sunday Dont get on my knees to pray Dont memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way But I know Jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more I fall on down on my knees every Sunday At Zerelda Lees candy store Well its got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied Well I dont want no Abba Zabba Dont want no Almond Joy There aint nothing better Suitable for this boy Well its the only thing That can pick me up Better than a cup of gold See only a chocolate Jesus Can satisfy my soul When the weather gets rough And its whiskey in the shade Its best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But thats ok Pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait Well its got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Well its got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied
Got no time for the corner boys Down in the street makin all that noise Dont want no whores on 8th Avenue Cause tonight Im gonna be with you Cause tonight Im gonna take that ride Across the river to the Jersey side Take my baby to the carnival And Ill take you on all the rides Down the shore everythings all right You with your baby on a Saturday night, yeah Dont you know all my dreams come true When Im walkin down the street with you Sing sha la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la, sha la la la Sha la la la, Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la, sha la la la Sha la la la la la You know she thrills me with all her charms When Im wrapped up in my babys arms My little angel gives me everything I know someday that shell wear my ring So dont bother me cause I got no time Im on my way to see that girl of mine, yeah Nothin else matters in this whole wide world When youre in love with a Jersey girl Sing sha la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la, sha la la la Sha la la la, Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la, sha la la la Sha la la la la la And I call your name I cant sleep at night Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la, Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la, yeah Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la, sha la la la Oh, Im in love, Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la, yeah Sha la la la la la la la la
When you walk through the garden You gotta watch your back Well I beg your pardon Walk the straight and narrow track If you walk with Jesus Hes gonna save your soul You got to keep the devil Way down in the hole Hes got the fire and the fury At his command Well, you dont have to worry If you hold on to Jesus hand Well all be safe from Satan When the thunder rolls We just got to keep the devil Way down in the hole All the angels sing About Jesus mighty sword And theyll shield you with their wings Keep you close to the Lord Dont pay heed to temptation For his hands are so cold You gotta help me keep the Devil Way down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole Down in the hole You gotta help me keep the Devil Down in the hole Praise the Lord
Inside a broken clock Splashing the wine With all the rain dogs Taxi, wed rather walk Huddle a doorway with the rain dogs For I am a rain dog too Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night For it was all ripe for dreaming Oh, how we danced away all of the lights Weve always been out of our minds The rum pours strong and thin Beat out the dustman with the rain dogs Aboard a shipwreck train Give my umbrella to the rain dogs For I am a rain dog too Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me Youll never be going back home Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me Youll never be going back home
I got no time for the corner boys Down in the street making all that noise Or the girls down on the avenue Cause tonight I wanna be with you Tonight Im gonna take that ride Across the river to the Jersey side Take my baby to the carnival And Ill take her on all the rides Cause down the shore everythings all right You and your baby on a Saturday night Well, you know all my dreams come true When Im walking down the street with you Sing sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la You know she thrills me with all her charms When Im wrapped up in my babys arms My little girl gives me everything I know that some day that shell wear my ring So dont bother me, man, I aint got no time Im on my way to see that girl of mine Cause nothing matters in this whole wide world When youre in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la I see you on the street and you look so tired I know that job you got leaves you so uninspired When I come by to take you out to eat Youre lyin all dressed up on the bed, baby, fast asleep Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on Were gonna take that little girl of yours And drop her off at your moms I know a place where the dancins free Now baby wont you come with me Cause down the shore everythings all right You and your baby on a Saturday night Nothing matters in this whole wide world When youre in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la Im in love with a Jersey girl Sha la la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la
When Im lyin in my bed at night I dont wanna grow up Nothin ever seems to turn out right I dont wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog Thats always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I dont wanna grow up I dont ever wanna be that way I dont wanna grow up Seems like folks turn into things That theyd never want The only thing to live for is today... Im gonna put a hole in my TV set I dont wanna grow up Open up the medicine chest And I dont wanna grow up I dont wanna have to shout it out I dont want my hair to fall out I dont wanna be filled with doubt I dont wanna be a good boy scout I dont wanna have to learn to count I dont wanna have the biggest amount I dont wanna grow up Well when I see my parents fight I dont wanna grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I dont wanna grow up Id rather stay here in my room Nothin out there but sad and gloom I dont wanna live in a big old tomb On Grand Street When I see the 5 oclock news I dont wanna grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I dont wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I dont wanna put no money down I dont wanna get me a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I dont wanna float a broom Fall in love and get married then boom How the hell did it get here so soon I dont wanna grow up
Phones off the hook, no one knows where we are Its a long time since I drank champagne The ocean is blue as blue as your eyes Im gonna take it with me when I go Old long since gone, now way back when We lived in Coney Island There aint no good thing ever dies Im gonna take it with me when I go Far far away a train whistle blows Wherever youre goin, wherever youve been Waving goodbye at the end of the day Youre up and youre over and youre far away Always for you and forever yours It felt just like the old days We fell asleep on Beulahs porch Im gonna take it with me when I go All broken-down by the side of the road I was never more alive or alone Ive worn the faces off all the cards Im gonna take it with me when I go Children are playing at the end of the day Strangers are singing on our lawn Its got to be more than flesh and bone All that youve loved is all you own In a land, theres a town And in that town, theres a house And in that house, theres a woman And in that woman, theres a heart I love Im gonna take it with me when I go Im gonna take it with me when I go
Well, the moon is broken and the sky is cracked Come on up to the house The only things that you can see is all that you lack Come on up to the house All your cryin dont do no good Come on up to the house Come down off the cross, we can use the wood You gotta come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home Im just a-passin through You gotta come on up to the house Theres no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire Come on up to the house And youre singing lead soprano in a junkmans choir You gotta come on up to the house Does life seem nasty, brutish, and short? Come on up to the house The seas are stormy and you cant find no port Got to come on up to the house You gotta come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home Im just a-passin through You gotta come on up to the house You gotta come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home Im just a-passin through You gotta come on up to the house Theres nothin in the world that you can do You gotta come on up to the house And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you Gotta come on up to the house Well, youre high on top of your mountain of woe Gotta come on up to the house Well, you know you should surrender, but you cant let go You gotta come on up to the house Gotta come on up to the house Gotta come on up to the house The world is not my home Im just a-passin through You gotta come on up to the house
She sends me blue valentines all the way from Philadelphia To mark the anniversary of someone that I used to be And it feels like a warrant is out for my arrest Baby, you got me checkin in my rearview mirror Thats why Im always on the run Its why I changed my name And I didnt think youd ever find me here To send me blue valentines like half-forgotten dreams Like a pebble in my shoe as I walk these streets And the ghost of your memory, baby, its the thistle in the kiss Its the burglar that can break a roses neck Its the tattooed broken promise I gotta hide beneath my sleeve Im gonna see you every time I turn my back, ohh Oh you send me blue valentines though I try to remain at large Theyre insisting that our love must have a eulogy Why do I save all this madness here in the nightstand drawer? There to haunt upon my shoulders Baby, I know Id be luckier to walk around everywhere I go With this blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel Instead these blue valentines remind me of my cardinal sin I can never wash the guilt or get these bloodstains off my hands And it takes a whole lot of whiskey to make these nightmares go away And I cut my bleedin heart out every night And Im gonna die just a little more on each St. Valentines Day Dont you remember I promised I would write you? These blue valentines Blue valentines Blue valentines
I fell into the ocean when you became my wife I risked it all against the sea to have a better life Marie, you are the wild blue sky, men do foolish things You turn kings into beggars and beggars into kings Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green We can bring back the old days again When all the world is green The face forgives the mirror, the worm forgives the plow The questions begs the answer, can you forgive me somehow? Maybe when our storys over, well go where its always spring The band is playing our song again, all the world is green Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green Can we bring back the old days again When all the world is green? The moon is yellow silver, oh the things that summer brings Its a love youd kill for and all the world is green He is balancing a diamond on a blade of grass The dew will settle on our graves when all the world is green Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green We can bring back the old days again When all the world is green He is balancing a diamond on a blade of grass The dew will settle on our graves when all the world is green
Its dreamy weather were on You wave your crooked wand Along an icy pond With a frozen moon A murder of silhouette crows I saw And the tears on my face And the skates on the pond They spell Alice Ill disappear in your name But you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea Theres the wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide And the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink Baby, all that I can think of is Alice Arithmetic arithmetock I turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier And so a secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When Im dead in my grave Set me adrift and Im lost over there But I must be insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice of Alice And so a secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When Im dead in my grave Set me adrift and Im lost over there But I must be insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice of Alice Theres only Alice
Well I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys God used me as a hammer, boys To beat his weary drum today Hoist that rag Hoist that rag Hoist that rag The sun is up the world is flat Damn good address for a rat The smell of blood the drone of flies You know what to do if the baby cries Hoist that rag Hoist that rag Hoist that rag Well, we stick our fingers in the ground Heave and turn the world around Smoke is blacking out the sun At night, I pray and clean my gun The cracked bell rings and the ghost bird sings And the gods go begging here So just open fire when you hit the shore All is fair in love and war Hoist that rag Hoist that rag Hoist that rag
Well, he came home from the war with a party in his head And a modified Brougham DeVille And a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings And a mad dog that wouldnt sit still He went and took up with a Salvation Army band girl Who played dirty water from a swordfishtrombone He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller Lake And he said Gee, but its great to be home Well, he came home from the war with a party in his head And an idea for a fireworks display And he knew that hed be ready with a stainless steel machete And a half-a-pint of Ballantines each day And he holed up in a room above a hardware store Cryin nothing there but Hollywood tears And he put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield girl And stayed like that for twenty-seven years He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for California With a flyswatter banjo on his knee With a lucky tiger in his angel hair And benzedrine for getting there They found him in a eucalyptus tree Lieutenant got him a canary bird And skanked her head with every word And Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song He got twenty years for lovin her from some Oklahoma governor Said everything this Doughboy does is wrong Now some say hes doing the obituary mambo And some say that hes hanging on the wall Perhaps this yarn is the only thing that holds this man together Some say that he was never here at all Some say they saw him down in Birmingham Sleeping in a boxcar going by And if you think that you can tell a bigger tale I swear to God youd have to tell a lie
Well its 9th and Hennepin And all the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes And the moons teeth marks are on the sky Like a tarp thrown all over this And the broken umbrellas like dead birds And the steam comes out of the grill Like the whole goddamned town is ready to blow And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet All the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here And Im lost in the window I hide on the stairway, I hang in the curtain And I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything small into a bar around here They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear One for every year hes away, she said Such a crumbling beauty Ah theres nothing wrong with her that $100 wont fix She has that razor sadness that only gets worse With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till youre full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out over the side to anyone wholl listen And Ive seen it all Ive seen it all through the yellow windows Of the evening train
I plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six And the black crow snuck through a hole in the sky So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba I leaned it up against a dandelion tree Leaned it up against a dandelion tree Leaned it up against a dandelion tree Im gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn And I beat me a billy from an old French horn Oh, and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree Kicked that mule to the top of the tree And I blew me a hole about the size of a kick drum I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed And I tore out the bucket from a red Corvette Tore out the bucket from a red Corvette Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothesline Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy Oh, I strum it aloud to rattle his cage I strum it aloud just to rattle his cage Strum it aloud just to rattle his cage Strum it aloud just to rattle his cage Oh, Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tale Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl And now hes dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe Bought a brand new Michigan 20 gauge Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette Bought a secondhand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 He left Waukegan at the slammin of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin of the door I said, John, John hes long gone Gone to Indiana Aint never coming home I said John, John hes long gone Gone to Indiana Aint never coming home Sitting in a sycamore in St. Johns Wood Soakin day-old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robins egg and brown as a hog Stayin out of circulation till the dogs get tired Out of circulation till the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog Tellin everyone he saw they went thatta way Tellin everyone he saw they went thatta way Now the rains like gravel on an old tin roof And the Burlington Northerns pullin out of the world Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin of a blind mans cane He was pullin into Baker on a New Years Eve With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door One eye on the pistol and the other on the door Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row And she smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes With her firemans raincoat and her long yellow hair Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire I said, John, John hes long gone Gone to Indiana Aint never coming home I said John, John hes long gone Gone to Indiana Aint never coming home Bangin on a table with an old tin cup Sing Ill never kiss a Gun Street girl again Ill never kiss a Gun Street girl again Ill never kiss a Gun Street girl again I said, John, John hes long gone Gone to Indiana Aint never coming home I said John, John hes long gone Gone to Indiana Aint never coming home
Wasted and wounded, it aint what the moon did Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you? To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go a waltzing Matilda with me Im an innocent victim of a blinded alley And tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English and everythings broken And my Stacys are soaking wet To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go a waltzing Matilda with me Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cabs parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open And Im down on my knees tonight Old Bushmills I staggered, you buried the dagger Your silhouette window light To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go a waltzing Matilda with me Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that Ive kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs And the girls down by the strip-tease shows Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go a waltzing Matilda with me No, I dont want your sympathy The fugitives say that the streets arent for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories They want a piece of the action anyhow Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go a waltzing Matilda with me And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor And the old men in wheelchairs know That Matildas the defendant, she killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go a waltzing Matilda with me And its a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight to Matilda too
Oodles and oodles of Os, you know You get em from my sister You get em from my bro All I is is man, and once an embryo Am I solid gold? I dont cast a glow Yes, I guess its reflex some have no control Id rather let a laughter and tally, off I go Canoeing up the river or out into the O You just know me not so not play the role Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know Some shake your hand but I was John Doe, now Im Mr. Jolicoeur Pissed with the witness, and now I adore Os got the world cause Os was on tour Girls gave the Os, and guys, oh for sure Were they arose, well nobody knows What do they mean, well heres how it goes Oh shoots got the Os when you hold the dough You know who you are but they didnt know And now with respect they flex like a pro Youre first another nigga but now an Afro Oodles and oodles of Os and Oodles and oodles and oodles of Os you know Oodles and oodles of Os and Oodles and oodles and oodles of Os you know Oodles and oodles of Os and Oodles and oodles and oodles of Os Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door In your eyes burning like rubbing alcohol Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomō Kinfolk will play this in stere-ereo Chanters play the part of a herd at a show Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Girbauds But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw Lunches of punches is what I bestow Oodles of Os enhance my hos at mic checks Os take the shape of medallions and specs And dont forget the Os that let the air in my nose Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road Girls ask for flicks and Ill plot the pose Eat the Al Greens, wont sniff the Kurt Blows Mase got something to say and it goes Now I think were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know I think were talking bout the oodles of Os I think were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know I think were talking bout the oodles of Os I think were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know I think were talking bout the oodles of Os Yeah, were talking bout the oodles of Os ya know I think were talking bout the oodles of Os Hoods like to play macho, you know Guns going Bo!, people hit the floor Dont have a piece but an arrow and bow Target it firm cause Im head Comancho Charging barricades like a raging rhino The donuts come big and some in jumbo The landlord is finished but before I go Ill give a shout out to Quest and my fellow Jungle Bros Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore Swimming in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go to be cheerful Season is breeze, time to pimp promote Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh Dreadlock is heading out the door yall Were selling Os, yall Were selling Os and Os Were selling Os at the corner store yall Were selling Os, yall Were selling oodles and oodles and oodles And oodles of Os, yall Were selling Os, yall Were selling Os and Os Were selling Os at the corner store yall Were selling Os, yall Were selling oodles and oodles and oodles And oodles of Os, yall
Well Eddie Graces Buick got four bullet holes in the side And Charlie DeLisle is sittin at the top of an avocado tree Mrs. Storm will stab you with a steak knife, if you step on her lawn I got a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, man, so come along with me Lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts And go over to Bobby Goodmansons and jump off the roof Well Hilda plays strip poker with the Mummers cross the street Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth And Dicky Faulkners got a switchblade and some gooseneck risers That eucalyptus is a hunchback, theres a wind down from the south So let me tie you up with kite string, Ill show you the scabs on my knee Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on And come along with me Lets follow that fire truck, I think your house is burnin down And go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel And well break all the windows in the old Anderson place Well steal a bunch of boysenberries and Ill smear em on your face Ill get a dollar from my mamas purse and buy that skull and crossbones ring And you can wear it round your neck on an old piece of string Then well spit on Ronnie Arnold and flip him the bird And slash the tires on the school bus, now dont say a word Ill take a rusty nail and scratch your initials in my arm And Ill show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore Ill take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpies wings And Ill tie em to your shoulders and your feet Ill steal a hacksaw from my dad and cut the braces off your legs And well bury them tonight out in the cornfield Just put a church key in your pocket, well hop that freight train in the hall Well slide all the way down the drain to New Orleans in the fall
Well the smart moneys on Harlow And the moon is in the street The shadow boys are breaking all the laws And youre east of East St. Louis And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon His invisible fiance is in the mirror And the band is going home Its raining hammers Its raining nails Yes, its true, theres nothin left for him down here Oh, its time, time, time And its time, time, time And its time, time, time that you love And its time, time, time And they all pretend theyre orphans And their memorys like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you cant remember Tell the things you cant forget that History puts a saint in every dream Well she said shed stick around Until the bandages came off But these mamas boys just dont know when to quit And Matilda asks the sailors Are those dreams or are those prayers? So close your eyes, son And this wont hurt a bit Oh, its time, time, time And its time, time, time And its time, time, time that you love And its time, time, time Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street And when theyre on a roll She pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips Till the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off till I come back again Oh, its time, time, time And its time, time, time And its time, time, time that you love And its time, time, time And its time, time, time And its time, time, time And its time, time, time that you love And its time, time, time
I like my town with a little drop of poison Nobody knows theyre lining up to go insane Im all alone, I smoked my friends down to the filter But I feel much cleaner after it rains And she left in the fall, thats her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison Did the devil make the world while god was sleeping? Youll never get a wish from a bone Another long goodbye and a hundred sailors That deep blue sky is my home And she left in the fall, thats her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison And the rat always knows when hes in with weasels Here you lose a little every day Well I remember when a million was a million They all have ways to make you pay And she left in the fall, thats her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison And she left in the fall, thats her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison
Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon Independent as a hog on ice Hes a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse He plays accordion for Mr. Weiss Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William Made a million during World War II But theyre tightwads and theyre cheapskates And theyll never give a dime to you Auntie Mame has gone insane She lives in the doorway of an old hotel And the radio is playing opera All she ever says is go to Hell Uncle Violet flew as a pilot And there aint no pretty girls in France Now he runs a tidy little bookie joint They say he never keeps it in his pants Uncle Bill will never leave a will And the tumor is as big as an egg He has a mistress, shes Puerto Rican And I heard she has a wooden leg Uncle Phil cant live without his pills He has emphysema and hes almost blind And we must find out where the money is Get it now before he loses his mind Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon Independent as a hog on ice Hes a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse He plays accordion for Mr. Weiss
Theres a place for us Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere Theres a time for us Someday a time for us Time together with time to spare Time to learn, time to care Someday, somewhere Well find a new way of living Well find a way of forgiving Somewhere Theres a place for us A time and a place for us Hold my hand and were halfway there Hold my hand and Ill take you there Somehow Someday, somewhere
The sun come up, it was blue and gold The sun come up, it was blue and gold The sun come up, it was blue and gold Ever since I put your picture in a frame I come calling in my Sunday best I come calling in my Sunday best I come calling in my Sunday best Ever since I put your picture in a frame Im gonna love you Till the wheels come off Oh yeah I love you baby and I always will I love you baby and I always will I love you baby and I always will Ever since I put your picture in a frame
Well you gassed her up, behind the wheel With your arm on your sweet one in your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling Then you see the lights and you get all tingling Cause youre cruising with a six Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair, you shave your face Trying to wipe out every trace Of all the other days in the week You know that thisll be the Saturday youre reaching your peak Stopping on the red, youre going on the green Cause tonight will be like nothing youve ever seen And youre barreling down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing? Telephones ringing, its your second cousin Is it the barmaid thats smiling from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Cause youre dreaming of them Saturdays that came before And now youre stumbling Youre stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night You gassed her up and youre behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile Barreling down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing? Telephones ringing, its your second cousin And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special down in the core And youre dreaming of them Saturdays that came before Its found you stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night And youre stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
Id sell your heart to the junkman, baby For a buck, for a buck If youre looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch Youre out of luck, youre out of luck Ship is sinking The ship is sinking The ship is sinking Theres a leak, theres a leak in the boiler room The poor, the lame, the blind Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves and lawyers Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business, business Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business, business Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick Its a job, its a job Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood Join the mob, join the mob Its all over Its all over Its all over And theres a leak, theres a leak in the boiler room The poor, the lame, the blind Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business, business Gods away, Gods away On business, business, ha Goddamn theres always such a big temptation To be good, to be good Theres always free cheddar in the mousetrap, baby Its a deal, its a deal Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business, business Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business, business I narrow my eyes like a coin slot, baby Let her ring, let her ring Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business Gods away, Gods away Gods away on business, business
My head is a-spinnin round My heart is in my shoes I went and set the Thames on fire Now I must come back down Shes laughing in her sleeve, boys I can feel it in my bones But anywhere, anywhere Im gonna lay my head I will call my home Well I see that the world is upside-down Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold Now the clouds went and covered everything oer And the wind is blowing cold I dont need anybody Because I learned, I learned to be alone And I say anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys I will call my home
Davenports and kettle drums And swallowtail coats Tablecloths and patent leather shoes Bathing suits and bowling balls And clarinets and rings And all this radio really needs is a fuse A tinker, a tailor, a soldiers things His rifle, his boots full of rocks And this one is for bravery and this one is for me And everythings a dollar in this box Cuff links and hubcaps Trophies and paperbacks Its good transportation But the brakes arent so hot Neckties and boxing gloves This jackknife is rusted You can pound that dent out On the hood A tinker or tailor, a soldiers things His rifle, his boots full of rocks Oh, and this one is for bravery, oh, and this one is for me And everythings a dollar in this box
Well Im clicking by your house about 2:45 With sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise I got a cherry popsicle right on time A big stick, momma, that will blow your mind Cause Im an ice cream man Im a one-man band, yeah Im an ice cream man, baby Honey, Ill be good to you If you missed me in the alley, baby, dont you fret Come back around and dont forget When youre tired and youre hungry and you want something cool Got something better than a swimming pool Cause Im an ice cream man Im a one-man band Im an ice cream man Honey, Ill be good to you, yeah Cause Im an ice cream man Im a one-man band Im an ice cream man Honey, Ill be good to you You see me coming, you aint got no change Dont worry, baby, it can be arranged Show me you can smile, baby, just for me Fix you with a drumstick, Ill do it for free Cause Im an ice cream man Im a one-man band Im an ice cream man Honey, Ill be good to you Be good to you Be good to you Be good to you Ill be good to you, yeah Ill good to you, yeah Good to you, yeah Good to you, yeah Good to you, yeah Good to you, yeah Good to you Ill be good to you Dont you know Ill be good to you Good to you
Rudys on the midway and Jacobs in the hole The monkeys on the ladder, the devil shovels coal With crows as big as airplanes, the lion has three heads And someone will eat the skin that he sheds Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Dreaming of you Well, hell doesnt want you and heaven is full Bring me some water, put it in this skull I walk between the raindrops, I wait in bug house square And the army ants, they leave nothin but the bones And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Dreaming of you There was thunder, there was lightning Then the stars went out and the moon fell from the sky It rained mackerel, it rained trout And the great day of wrath has come And heres mud in your big red eye The pokers in the fire and the locusts take the sky Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Well, the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming I lay dreaming of you Im dreaming of you Im dreaming of you Im dreaming of you
Well, I stumbled in the darkness Im lost and alone Though I said Id go before us And show the way back home Is there a light up ahead? I cant hold on very long Forgive me, pretty baby But I always take the long way home Moneys just something you throw Off the back of a train Got a head full of lightning A hat full of rain And I know that I said Id never do it again I love you, pretty baby But I always take the long way home I put food on the table And a roof overhead But Id trade it all tomorrow For the highway instead Watch your back, keep your eyes shut tight Your loves the only thing Ive ever known One things for sure, pretty baby I always take the long way home You know I love you, baby More than the whole wide world You are my woman You know you are my pearl Lets go out past the party lights Where we can finally be alone Come with me And we can take the long way home Come with me Together, we can take the long way home Come with me Together, we can take the long way home
Okay lets do one for posterity
Rattle big black bones in the danger zone Theres a rumblin groan down below Theres a big dark town, its a place Ive found Theres a world going on underground Theyre alive, theyre awake While the rest of the world is asleep Below the mineshaft roads, it will all unfold Theres a world going on underground All the roots hang down, swing from town to town They are marching around down under your boots All the trucks unload beyond the gopher holes Theres a world going on underground
Cuttin through the cane break, rattling the sill Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill Big light on the back street hill to Evermore Packin down the ladder with the hammer to the floor Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford Well hes all boxed up on a red belle dame Hunted Black Johnny with a blind mans cane A yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind An old blind tiger get an old bell, Jim Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue Off to bed without his supper like the Linda brides do Now hes got to do the story with the old widow Jones Hes got a wooden coat, this boy is never coming home Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford Cut through the cane break... Well hes all boxed up on a red belle dame Fat Blue Johnny on a blind mans cane A hundred yellow bullets shook a rag out in the wind An old blind tiger on a pair of new wings Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford
Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me Come closer, dont be shy Stand beneath a rainy sky The moon is over the rise Think of me as a train goes by Clear the thistles and brambles Whistle Didnt He Ramble Now theres a bubble of me And its floating in thee Stand in the shade of me Things are now made of me The weather vane will say It smells like rain today God took the stars and he tossed em Cant tell the birds from the blossoms Youll never be free of me Hell make a tree from me Dont say goodbye to me Describe the sky to me And if the sky falls, mark my words Well catch mockingbirds Lay your head where, my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me
The piano has been drinking My neck tie is asleep And the combo went back to New York The jukebox has to take a leak And the carpet needs a haircut And the spotlight looks like a prison break Cause the telephone is out of cigarettes And the balcony is on the make And the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking And the menus are all freezing And the lightmans blind in one eye And he cant see out of the other And the piano tuners got a hearing aid And showed up with his mother And the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking Cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler Cream-puff casper milquetoast And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fencepost Cause the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking And you cant find your waitress With a Geiger counter And she hates you and your friends And you just cant get served Without her And the box-office is drooling And the bar stools are on fire And the newspapers were fooling And the ashtrays have retired And the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
She was a middle-class girl She was in over her head She thought she could stand up in the deep end He had a bulletproof smile He had money to burn She thought she had the moon in her pocket But now shes dead Shes so dead forever Dead and lovely now Ive always been told to remember this Dont let a fool kiss you, never marry for love He was hard to impress He knew everyones secrets He wore her on his arm just like jewelry He never gave, but he got He kept her on a leash Hes not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at But now shes dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now Come closer, look deeper Youre falling fast Just like a plane on the stormy sea She made up someone to be She made up somewhere to be from This is one business in the world Where theres no problem at all Everything that is left, they will only plow under Soon everyone you knew will be gone And now shes dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now But now shes dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now Ive always been told to remember this Dont let a kiss fool you, never marry for love Everything has its price Everything has its place Whats more romantic than dying in the moonlight? Now theyre all watching the sea Whats lost can never be broken Her roots were sweet, but they were so shallow And now shes dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now And now shes dead Forever dead And shes so dead and lovely now
One fine morning I woke up early Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao One fine morning I woke up early Find the fascist at my door Oh, partigiano, please take me with you Bella ciao, bella ciao, goodbye beautiful Oh, partigiano, please take me with you Im not afraid anymore And if I die, oh, partigiano Bella ciao, bella ciao, goodbye beautiful Bury me upon that mountain Beneath the shadow of the flower Show all the people, the people passing Bella ciao, bella ciao, goodbye beautiful Show all the people, the people passing And say, “oh, what a beautiful flower.” This is the flower of the partisan Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom
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One two three One two three One Broken glass and the rusty nails Where the wild violets grow Say goodbye to the railroad and the mad dogs of summer And everything that I know What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold Theyre wounded, but they just keep on climbin And sleep by the side of the road Theres a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb Mad as a hatter, youre thin as a dime Go out to the meadow, the hills are a--green Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream Small time Napoleons shattered his knees But he stays in the saddle for Rose And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter And they gather whats left of his clothes What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold Theyre wounded, but they just keep on climbin They sleep by the side of the road
I got the style, but not the grace I got the clothes, but not the face I got the bread, but not the butter I got the window, but not the shutter But Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Hey but Im big in Japan Im big in Japan I got the house, but not the deed I got the horn, but not the reed I got the cards, but not the luck I got the wheel, but not the truck But hey, Im big in Japan Im big in Japan But hey, Im big in Japan Im big in Japan I got the moon, I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation on their knees I got the rooster, I got the crow I got the ebb, I got the flow I got the powder, but not the gun I got the dog, but not the bun I got the clouds, but not the sky I got the stripes, but not the tie But hey, Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Hey ho they love the way I do it Hey ho theres really nothing to it I got the moon, I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation on their knees I got the rooster, I got the crow I got the ebb, I got the flow I got the sizzle, but not the steak I got the boat, but not the lake I got the sheets, but not the bed I got the jam, but not the bread But hey, Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Hey, Im big in Japan Im big in Japan Im big in Japan
Hush a wild violet Hush a band of gold Hush youre in a story I heard somebody told Tear the promise from my heart Tear my heart today You have found another Baby, I must go away Hang down your head for sorrow Hang down your head for me Hang down your head tomorrow Hang down your head, Marie Hush my love the rain now Hush my love was so true Hush my love a train now But it takes me away from you Hang down your head for sorrow Hang down your head for me Hang down your head, hang down your head Hang down your head, Marie
A crestfallen sidekick in an old café Never slept with a dream before he had to go away Theres a bell in the tower, Uncle Ray bought a round Dont worry about the army in the cold cold ground Cold cold ground Cold cold ground Cold cold ground Now dont be a crybaby when theres wood in the shed Theres a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed When the roads washed out, we pass the bottle around And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground The cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Theres a ribbon in the willow, theres a tire-swing rope Theres a briar patch of berries takin over the slope The catll sleep in the mailbox and well never go to town Till we bury every dream in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells Blow the roof off the goat barn, let it roll down the hill The piano is firewood, Times Square is a dream I find well lay down together in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground The cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Well call the cops on the Breedloves, bring a Bible and a rope And a whole box of Rebel and a bar of soap Make a pile of trunk tires and burn em all down Bring a dollar with you, baby, in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Take a weathervane rooster, throw rocks at his head Stop talking to the neighbors until we all go dead Beware of my temper and the dog that Ive found Break all the windows in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground
Theyre lining up to mad dog your tilt-a-whirl Three shots for a dollar, win a real live doll All the lies that you tell, I believe them so well Take them back, take them back to your red house For that fearful leap into the dark Oh well, I did my time in the jail of your arms Now Ophelia wants to know where she should turn Tell me, what did you do? What did you do the last time? Why dont you do that? Well, go on ahead and take this the wrong way Times not your friend Do you cry? Do you pray? Do you wish them away? Are you still leaving nothing but bones in the way? Did you bury the carnival with the lions and all? Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you? Who are you this time? You look rather tired, are you pretending to love? Well, I hear that it pays well How do your pistol and your Bible and your sleeping pills go? Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes? Well I fell in love with your sailors mouth and your wounded eyes You better get down on the floor Dont you know this is war? Tell me who are you this time? Tell me who are you this time?
Cold was the night and hard was the ground They found her in a small grove of trees Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found Shes too young to be out on the street Why wasnt God watching? Why wasnt God listening? Why wasnt God there for Georgia Lee? Ida said she couldnt keep Georgia from dropping out of school I was doing the best that I could But she kept runnin away from this world These children are so hard to raise good Why wasnt God watching? Why wasnt God listening? Why wasnt God there for Georgia Lee? Close your eyes and count to ten I will go and hide but then be sure to find me I want you to find me and well play all over We will play all over again Theres a toad in the witch grass, theres a crow in the corn Wild flowers on a cross by the road And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom As the hills turn from green back to gold Why wasnt God watching? Why wasnt God listening? Why wasnt God there for Georgia Lee?
Well Frank settled down out in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wifes forehead He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15¼%, put a down payment on a little two-bedroom place His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash: made good Bloody Marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind. They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little Sedan. They were so happy One night, Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store. Picked up a couple Mickeys Big Mouths, drank em in the car on his way to the Shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can. Drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red Then Frank put on a top 40-station, got on the Hollywood Freeway, and headed north Never could stand that dog.
Molly bDamn smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat Shes goin to the bottom And shes goin down the drain Said she wasnt big enough to carry it She got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow She got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Choppity-chop goes the axe in the woods You gotta meet me by the fall down tree Shovel of dirt upon a coffee lid And I know theyll come lookin for me boys And I know theyll come a-lookin for me Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Big Jack Earle was 81 He stood in the road and he cried He couldnt make her love him And couldnt make her stay But tell the good Lord that he tried Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville On the wreck of the Weaverville stage Beulah fired on Beatty for a lemonade I was stirring my brandy with a nail, boys Stirring my brandy with a nail Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Well the rampaging sons of the widow James Jack the Cutter and the pock-marked kid Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross And tell the good Lord what they did Tell the good Lord what they did You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with Birdie Joe Hoaks Im diggin all the way to China with a silver spoon While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys The hangman fumbles with the noose You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Pin your ear to the wisdom post Pin your eye to the line Never let the weeds get higher than the garden Always keep a sapphire in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Well, I stumbled in the darkness Im lost and alone Though I said Id go before us And show the way back home Is there a light up ahead? I cant hold on very long Forgive me, pretty baby But I always take the long way home Moneys just something you throw Off the back of a train I got a head full of lightning And a hat full of rain And I know that I said Id never do it again Oh and I love you, sweet baby But I always take the long way home I put food on the table And a roof overhead But Id trade it all tomorrow For the highway instead Watch your back, if I should tell you Loves the only thing Ive ever known One thing for sure, sweet baby I always take the long way home You know I love you, baby More than the whole wide world Im your woman You know you are my pearl So lets go out past the party lights Where we can finally be alone Come with me And we can take the long way home Come with me Together we can take the long way home Come with me Together we can take the long way home
I will leave behind all of my clothes I wore when I was with you All I needs my railroad boots and my leather jacket As I say goodbye to Rubys arms, although my heart is breaking I will steal away out through your blinds, for soon you will be waking The morning light has washed your face and everything is turning blue now Hold on to your pillowcase, theres nothing I can do now As I say goodbye to Rubys arms, youll find another soldier And I swear to god, by Christmas time, therell be someone else to hold you The only thing Im taking is the scarf off of your clothesline Ill hurry past your chest of drawers and your broken wind chimes As I say goodbye, Ill say goodbye Say goodbye to Rubys arms I will feel my way down the darkened hall and out into the morning The hobos at the freight yards have kept their fires burning So Jesus Christ, this goddamn rain Will someone put me on a train? Ill never kiss your lips again or break your heart As I say goodbye, Ill say goodbye Say goodbye to Rubys arms
Well shes up against the register With an apron and a spatula With yesterdays deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors Shes a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But its just an invitation to the blues And you feel just like Cagney Looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwabs Drugstore You wonder if she might be single Shes a loner likes to mingle Got to be patient and pick up a clue She says howyougonnalikem Over medium or scrambled Anyways the only way Be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase And a ticket gettin out of here Its a tired bus station And an old pair of shoes But it aint nothin but an Invitation to the blues But you cant take your eyes off her Get another cup of java And its just the way she pours it for you Jokin with the customers And its mercy mercy Mr. Percy There aint nothin back in Jersey But a broken down jalopy of a Man I left behind And a dream that I was chasin And a battle with the booze And an open invitation to the blues But shes had a sugar daddy And a candy apple caddy And a bank account and everything Accustom to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite and He didnt love her cept at night And then hes drunk and never Even told her that he cared So they took the registration And the car keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation To the blues But theres a Continental Trailways leaving Local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat Im stickin round here for awhile Get me a room at the Squire And the fillin stations hirin I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation Go or stay, and Ive got to choose And Ill accept your invitation To the blues
Little black girl in a red dress on a hot night with a broken shoe Little black girl, you shouldve never left home Theres probably someone still waitin up for you Its cold back in Chicago, but the Los Angeles street is worse All you got is twenty-nine dollars and an alligator purse See that vulture in the Fleetwood with the chartreuse hood He can see youre tryin to get your bearings Say hey baby, which ways the main stem? Wherever you say youre from, hell say he grew up there himself He gonna come on and make you feel like you grew up right next door to him Take a left on Central, gonna throw it in reverse All you got is twenty-nine dollars and an alligator purse He gonna come on just like a gentleman And oh baby, youre gonna be a little shy You say your ex-old man was a sax player He says, Baby, I used to play bass with Sly And you say you like his Cadillac Says Honey, I got two or three Sweetheart, youre sure fortunate that you ran into me Youve done a dime in the joint, you figure nothin could be worse Than twenty-nine dollars and an alligator purse Got Pharoah on 8-track, you start smokin a little boo Thinkin gettin out of Chicago was just about the best thing thats ever happened to you You startin to like it already, this cat seems to be cool He says, Baby, I know a good old jailhouse in West-Hollywood Be just right for you He aint no good Samaritan, he gonna make sure hes reimbursed A lot more than twenty-nine dollars and an alligator purse And when the streets get hungry, baby, and you almost hear em growl Someones savin a place for you when the dogs begin to howl When the streets are dead, they creep up and take whatevers left on the bone And remember suckers always make mistakes when theyre far away from home Chicken in the pot, whoever gets there first is gonna get themselves Twenty-nine dollars and an alligator purse And the sirens just an epilogue, the cops here always get there too late They always stop for coffee on their way to the scene of the crime They always try so hard to look just like movie stars But they couldnt catch a cold, baby, dont waste your dime Shes lucky to be alive, the doctor whispered to the nurse She only lost half a pint of blood Twenty-nine dollars and an alligator purse
Young Abdel Madi Shabneh was only eighteen years old He was the youngest of nine children Hed never spent a night away from home And his mother held his photograph up in the New York Times You see the killing has intensified along the road to peace He was a tall thin boy with a wispy moustache Disguised as an Orthodox Jew On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War II And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away More retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace Now at King George Avenue and Jaffa Road Passengers boarded bus 14A In the aisle next to the driver, Abdel Madi Shabneh The last thing that he said on Earth was God is great and God is good And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace Now in response to this, another kiss of death was visited upon Yashir Tehah, Israel says is an Hamas Senior militant Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed his white Opel And it killed his wife and his three-year-old child Leaving only blackened skeletons They found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes And they waved them in front of the cameras But Israel said they did not know that his wife and child were in the car There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace Israel launched its latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers Though thousands dead and wounded on both sides Most of them Middle Eastern civilians They fill their children full of hate to fight an old mans war And die upon the road to peace This is our land, we will fight with all our force, Say the Palestinians and the Jews And each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance If the right eye offends thee, then you must pluck it out And Mahmoud Abbas and Sharon had been lost Out along the road to peace Once Kissinger said, We have no friends, America only has interests And now our President wants to be seen as a hero And hes hungry for re-election But Bush is reluctant to risk his future with the fear of his political failures So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press Ten thousand miles from the road to peace In a video that they found at the home of Abdel Madi Shabneh He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy He was an excellent student, he studied so hard It was as if he had a future He told his mother that he had a test that day Out along the road to peace The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army With guns and tanks and bullets? And If God is great and God is good Why cant he change the hearts of men? Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help Maybe God himself, he needs all of our help Maybe God himself is lost and needs help Hes out upon the road to peace Maybe God himself is lost and needs help Maybe God himself needs all of our help And hes lost upon the road to peace And hes lost upon the road to peace Out upon the road to peace
Well they call me William the Pleaser I sold opium, fireworks, and lead Now Im telling my troubles to strangers When the shadows get long, Ill be dead Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar Her skin as white as a cuttlefish bone I left Texas to follow Lucinda Now Ill never see heaven or home I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars Like a kid who captures a firefly And leaves it only to die in the jar As I kick at the clouds at my hanging As I swing out over the crowd I will search every face for Lucindas And she will go off with me down to hell I thought Id broke loose of Lucinda The rain returned and so did the wind I cast this burden on the god thats within me And Ill leave this old world and go free The devil dances inside empty pockets But she didnt want money or pearls No, that wasnt enough for Lucinda She wasnt that kind of girl Now Ive fallen from grace for Lucinda Whoever thought that helld be so cold? I did well for an old tin can sailor But she wanted the bell in my soul Ive spoken to God on the mountain Ive swam in the Irish Sea I ate fire and drank from the Ganges And Ill beg there for mercy for me I thought Id broke loose of Lucinda The rain returned and so did the wind I was standing outside the Whitehorse And man, I was afraid to go in I heard someone pull the trigger Her breasts heaved in the moonlight again There was a smear of gold in the window And then I was the jewel of her sin They call me William the Pleaser I sold opium, fireworks, and lead Now Im telling my troubles to strangers When the shadows get long, Ill be dead Now her hair was a black as a bucket of tar Skin as white as a cuttlefish bone I left Texas to follow Lucinda I know Ill never see heaven or home
One, two, three, four Grapefruit moon, one star shining Shining down on me Heard that tune, and now Im pining Honey, cant you see? Cause every time I hear that melody Something breaks inside And the grapefruit moon, one star shining Cant turn back the tide Never had no destinations Could not get across You became my inspiration Oh, but what a cost And every time I hear that melody Something breaks inside And the grapefruit moon, one star shining Is more than I can hide Now Im smoking cigarettes And I strive for purity And I slip just like the stars Into obscurity And every time I hear that melody Puts me up a tree And the grapefruit moon, one star shining Is all that I can see
What does it matter, a dream of love or a dream of lies? Were all gonna be the same place when we die Your spirit dont leave knowing your face or your name And the wind through your bones is all that remains And were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be Just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard, the blood writes the word I want to know am I the sky or a bird? Cause hell is boiling over and heaven is full Were chained to the world and we all gotta pull And were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now the killer was smiling with nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned And the peoples hearts were pounding They were throbbing, they were red As he swung out over the crowd, I heard the hangman said And were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now Cain slew Abel, he killed him with a stone The sky cracked open and the thunder groaned Along a river of flesh, can these dry bones live? Take a king or a beggar and the answer theyll give Is were all gonna be Yeah, yeah I said were all gonna be Yeah, yeah I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be Just dirt in the ground
Well I hung on to Marys stump I danced with a soldiers glee With a rum-soaked crook and a big fat laugh I spent my last dollar on thee I saw Bill Bones, I gave him a yell Kehoe spiked the nog With a chainlink fence And a scrap-iron jaw Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn With a one-eyed stolen Mare Donned himself with chicken fat Sawin on a jawbone violin there Kathleen was sittin down In little Reds Recovery Room In her criminal underwear bra I was naked to the waist With my fierce black hound And Im cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road Fill it with madrone and bay Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain Dont give a hoot what they say Gotta slap that hog, roll him over twice Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom You gotta swat them flies and chain up the dogs Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Rattlesnake piccata with grapes and figs Old brown Betty with a yellow wig Taint the mince meat filagree And it aint the turkey neck stew And it aint them bruleed okra seeds Though she made them especially for you Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie The beans got thrown to the dog Jahesus Christ, I can always make room Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Im singing this song, its time it was sung Ive been putting it off for a while But its harder by now, cause the truth is so clear That I cry when Im seeing you smile So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you? And then Ill be gone Every time that I tried to tell you that wed Lost the magic we had at the start I would weep in my heart when I looked in your eyes And Id search once again for the spark So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you? And then Ill be gone I can see by your eyes, its time now to go So Ill leave you to cry in the rain Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy But honey, my heart was not born to be tamed So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you? And then Ill be gone So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you? And then Ill be gone Can I kiss you? And then Ill be gone Can I kiss you? And then Ill be gone
Tight slack-clad girls on the graveyard shift Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift Cigar-chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest Grifting hot horse tips on whos running the best And Im blinded by the neon Dont try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon And the moons a silver slipper, its pouring champagne stars And Broadways like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars Larimer is teeming with that undulated beat As some Bonneville is screaming its way wildly down the street And Im blinded by the neon Dont try and change my tune I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon Hearts flutter and race, the moons on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night And Ive hawked all my yesterdays Dont try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon
Romeo is bleeding but not so as youd notice Hes over on 18th Street as usual Looking so hard against the hood of his car Puttin out a cigarette in his hand And for all the Pachucos at the pumps At Romeros Paint and Body They all seein how far they can spit Well it was just another night And now theyre huddled in the brake lights Of a 58 Bel Air And listenin how Romeo Killed a sheriff with his knife And they all jump when they hear the sirens But Romeo just laughs All the racket in the world Aint never gonna save that coppers ass He aint never gonna see another summertime For gunnin down my brother And leavin him like a dog Beneath a car without his knife Romeo says: hey man gimme a cigarette And they all reach for their pack And Frankie lights it for him And pats him on the back And throws a bottle at a milk truck And as it breaks he grabs his nuts They all know they could be just like Romeo If they only had the guts Romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell Sings along with the radio With a bullet in his chest And he combs back his feathers And they all agree its clear And that everything is cool Now that Romeos here Romeo is bleeding He winces now and then He leans against the car door Feels the blood in his shoes And someones cryin at the 5 Points In the phone booth by the store Romeo starts his engines Wipes the blood of the door And he brodies through the signal With the radio full blast Leavin the boys there hikin up their chinos And then they all try to stand like Romeo Beneath the moon cut like a sickle And theyre talkin now in Spanish All about their hero Romeo is bleeding As he gives the man his ticket He climbs the balcony at the movies And hell die without a whimper Like every heroes dream Like an angel with a bullet And Cagney on the screen And Romeo is bleeding Romeo is bleeding hey man Romeo is bleeding hey man Romeo is bleeding hey man Romeo is bleeding Andele pues Hey pachuco Hey pachuco Hago la lucha! Dame esa pistola hombre Hijo de la chingada madre Ay que pinche pancho Hey man Hago la lucha Hago la lucha Vamos a dormir hombre Hey man
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but I always will be true And when your mamas dead and gone, Ill sing this lullaby just for you And what becomes of all the little boys who never comb their hair? Theyre lined up all around the block on the nickel over there So better bring a bucket, theres a hole in the pail And if you dont get my letter, then youll know that Im in jail What becomes of all the little boys who never say their prayers? Theyre sleepin like a baby on the nickel over there If you chew tobacco and wish upon a star Youll find out where the scarecrows sit just like punchlines between the cars I know a place where a royal flush can never beat a pair Even Thomas Jefferson is on the nickel over there So ring around the rosie, sleepin in the rain Youre always late for supper, man, you let me down, let me down again I thought I heard a mockingbird, Roosevelt knows where You can skip the light with Grady Tuck on the nickel over there So what becomes of all the little boys who run away from home? The world just keeps gettin bigger once you get out on your own So heres to all the little boys, the sandman takes you where Youre sleepin with a pillowman on the nickel over there So climb up through that buttonhole and fall right up the stairs And Ill show you where the short dogs grow On the nickel over there
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain With a little drop of poison in the red, red blood She need a way to turn around the bend She said, I want to walk away and start over again There are things Ive done I cant erase I want to look in the mirror, see another face I said never would I do it again I want to walk away, start over again No more rain, no more roses On my way, shake my thirst in a cool, cool pond Theres a winner in every place Theres a heart thats beating in every page The beginning of it starts at the end When its time to walk away and start over again Weathers murder at a hundred-and-three William Ray shot Corabell Lee A yellow dog knows when he has sinned You want to walk away and start over again No more rain, no more roses On my way, shaking my thirst in a cool cool pond Cooper told Molly the whole blocks gone Theyre dying for jewelry, money, and clothes I always get out of the trouble Im in I want to walk away, start over again I left my bible by the side of the road Carved my initials in an old dead tree Im going away, but Im going to be back when Its time to walk away and start over again
Well, the eggs chase the bacon round the fryin pan And the whinin dog pigeons by the steeple bell rope And the dogs tipped the garbage pails over last night And theres always construction work bothering you In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Well, Fridays a funeral and Saturdays a bride And Seys got a pistol on the register side And the goddamned delivery trucks, they make too much noise And we dont get our butter delivered no more In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Well, Big Mambo is kickin his old greyhound And the kids cant get ice cream cause the market burned down And the newspaper sleeping bags blow down the lane And that goddamn flatbeds got me pinned in again In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood Theres a couple Filipino girls gigglin by the church And the window is busted and the landlord aint home And Butch joined the army, yeah, thats where hes been And the jackhammers digging up the sidewalks again In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood In the neighborhood
Well small change got rained on with his own .38 And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquise werent weeping They went stark ravin mad And the cabbies were the only ones That really had it made Cause his cold trousers were twisted And the sirens high and shrill And crumpled in his fist was a five dollar bill And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins And the raconteurs And roustabouts said buddy Come on in Cause the dreams aint broken down here Now... theyre walkin with a limp Now that Small change got rained on with his own .38 And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the burglar alarms been disconnected And the newsmen start to rattle And the cops are tellin jokes about some whore house in Seattle And the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment And the furnitures bargains galore But the blood is by the juke box On an old linoleum floor And with a hot rain on 42nd Street And now the umbrellas aint got a chance And the newsboys a lunatic With stains on his pants cause... Small change got rained on with his own .38 And no ones gone over to close his eyes And theres a racing form in his pocket Circled Blue Boots in the 3rd And the cashier at the clothing store He didnt say a word as the Siren tears the night in half And someone lost his wallet Well its surveillance of assailants If thats whachawannacallit But the whores still smear on And they all look like But their mouths cut just like Razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos And her radiators steaming And her teeth are in a wreck Now she wont let you kiss her But what the hell did you expect And the gypsies are tragic and if you Wanna to buy perfume, well Theyll bark you down like Carneys...sell you Christmas cards in June But... Small change got rained on with his own .38 And his headstones A gumball machine No more chewing gum or Baseball cards or Overcoats or dreams and Someone is hosing down the sidewalk And hes only in his teens Small change got rained on with his own .38 And a fist full of dollars cant change that And someone copped his watch fob And someone got his ring And the newsboy got his pork pie Stetson hat And the tuberculosis old men At the Nelson wheeze and cough And someone will head South Until this whole thing cools off cause Small change got rained on with his own .38 Small change got rained on with his own .
I come in on a night train with an arm full of boxcars On the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night And I busted up a chifferobe way out by the kokomo Cooked up a mess of mulligan and got into a fight Whistling past the graveyard stepping on a crack Me and mother hubbard papa one-eyed Jack You probably seen me sleepin out by the railroad tracks Go on and ask the prince of darkness What about all that smoke come from the stack Sometimes I kill myself a jackal suck out all the blood Steal myself a station wagon driving through the mud Im gonna be whistlin past the graveyard steppin on a crack Me and mother hubbard papa one-eyed Jack I know you seen my headlights and the honkin of my horn Im callin out my bloodhounds chase the devil through the corn Last night I chugged the Mississippi now that suckers dry as a bone I was born in a taxi cab Im never going home Whistling past the graveyard stepping on a crack Me and mother hubbard Papa one-eyed Jack My eyes have seen the glory of the draining of the ditch I only come to Baton Rouge I gotta find myself a witch Im gonna snatch me up a couple of em every time it rains Youll see a locomotive probably thinking its a train Whistling past the graveyard stepping on a crack Me and mother hubbard Papa one-eyed Jack What you think is the sunshine is just a twinkle in my eye That ring around my fingers called the fourth of July When I get a little bit lonesome and a tear falls from my cheek Theres gonna be an ocean in the middle of the week Whistling past the graveyard stepping on a crack Me and mother hubbard Papa one-eyed Jack I come into town on a night train with an arm full of boxcars On the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night Im gonna tear me off a rainbow and wear it for a tie I never told the truth so I can never tell a lie Whistling past the graveyard stepping on a crack Me and mother hubbard Papa one-eyed Jack
You’re the head on the spear You’re the nail on the cross You’re the fly in my beer You’re the key that got lost You’re the letter from Jesus On the bathroom wall You’re mother superior in only a bra You’re the same, youre the same Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me I’m the hat on the bed I’m the coffee instead Im the fish that cut bait I’m the detective up late I’m the blood on the floor The thunder and the roar Im the boat that won’t sink I just won’t sleep a wink You’re the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me No good, you say Well, that’s good enough for me You’re the wreath that caught fire You’re the preach to the choir You bite down on the sheet But your teeth have been wired You skid in the rain You’re trying to shift You’re grinding the gears You’re trying to shift And you’re the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me, yeah They told me you were no good I know you’ll take care of all my needs You’re the same kind of bad as me I’m the mattress in the back I’m the old gunnysack I’m the one with the gun Most likely to run I’m the car in the weeds If you cut me, I’ll bleed You’re the same kind of bad as me You’re the same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Uno, dos, tres, cuatro The same kind of bad as me
I never saw the morning till I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody until I needed the song I never saw the white line till I was leaving you behind I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind now I never spoke I love you till I cursed you in vain I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane I never saw the east coast until I moved to the west I never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast I never saw your heart until someone tried to steal, tried to steal it away I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face I never saw the morning till I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine till you turned out your love light, baby I never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long I never heard the melody until I needed the song
The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy till he dies Theres no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a church, the devil builds a chapel Like the thistles that are growing round the trunk of a tree All the good in the world, you can put inside a thimble And still have room for you and me If theres one thing you can say about mankind Theres nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitchfork But it always comes roaring back again Miserys the river of the world Miserys the river of the world Miserys the river of the world The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy till he dies Theres no milk at the bottom of the pail God tempers all the ruins for the new shorn lambs The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand All the good in the world, you can put inside a thimble And still have room for you and me If theres one thing you can say about mankind Theres nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitchfork But it always comes roaring back again For want of a bird, the sky was lost For want of a nail, a shoe was lost For want of a life, a knife was lost For want of a toy, a child was lost Miserys the river of the world Miserys the river of the world Everybody row! Everybody row! Miserys the river of the world Miserys the river of the world Everybody row! Everybody row! Everybody row!
Hes got himself a homemade special You know his glass is full of sand And it feels just like a jaybird The way it fits into his hand He rolled a blade up in his trick towel They slap their hands against the wall You never trip, you never stumble Hes walking Spanish down the hall Slip him a picture of our Jesus Or give him a spoon to dig a hole What all he done aint no ones business But hell need blankets for the cold They dim the lights over on Broadway Even the king has bowed his head Every face looks right up at Mason Man, hes walking Spanish down the hall Latellas screeching for a blind pig Punk Sanders carved it out of wood He never sang when he got hoodwinked They tried it all but he never would Tomorrow morning, therell be laundry But hell be somewhere else to hear the call Dont say goodbye, hes just leavin early Hes walking Spanish down the hall All St. Bartholomew said was whispered Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes All Baker told the machine Was that he never broke the law Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate Take off your watch, your rings, and all Even Jesus wanted just a little more time When he was walking Spanish down the hall
Lets put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set em up, well be knockin em down You wear a dress, baby, and Ill wear a tie Well laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky All our scribbled love dreams are lost or thrown away Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day Our love needs a transfusion, lets shoot it full of wine Fishin for a good time starts with throwin in your line So lets put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set em up, set em up, well be knockin em down You wear a dress, baby, Ill wear a tie Well laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky
God said dont give me your tin horn prayers Dont buy roses off the street down there Took it all and took the dirt road home Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair Night is falling like a bloody axe Lies and rumors and the wind at my back Hand on the wheel and gravel on the road Will the pawn shop sell me back what I sold? Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Birds cry warning from a hidden branch Carving out a future with a gun and an axe Im way beyond the gavel and the laws of man Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand The worlds not easy, the blind man said Turns on nothing but money and dread Dogs been scratching at the door all night Long-neck birds flying out of the moonlight Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Down to the pond Smack dab in the middle of a dirty lie The star-spangled glitter of his one good eye Everybody knows that the game was rigged Justice wears suspenders and a powdered wig Darktown alleys been hiding you Long bell tolling is your Waterloo Oh baby, what can you do? Does the light of god blind you or lead the way home for you? Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Down to the pond Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Down to the pond God almighty for righteousness sake Humiliation of our fallen state Written in the book of tubold Cain A long black overcoat will show no stain Feel the heat and the burn on your back The rip and the moan and the stretch of the rack All my belongings in a flour sack Will the place I come from take me back? Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Down to the pond Theyll hang me in the morning on a scaffold yea big To dance upon nothing to the Tyburn jig Treats you like a puppet when your under its spell Oh the heart is heaven, but the mind is hell Jesus of Nazareth told Mike of the weeds I was born at this time for a reason you see When Im dead, Ill be dead a long time But the wines so pleasing and so sublime Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Down to the pond Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree Everything I done is between God and me Only he will judge how my time was spent Twenty-nine days of sinning and forty to repent The horse is steady, but the horse is blind Wicked are the branches on the tree of mankind The roots grow upward and the branches grow down Its much too late to throw the dice again, Ive found Im gonna take the sins of my father Im gonna take the sins of my mother Im gonna take the sins of my brother Down to the pond Im gonna wash them Im gonna wash them Im gonna wash the sins of my father Im gonna wash the sins of my mother Im gonna wash the sins of my brother Till the water runs clear Till the water runs clear Till the water runs clear
Well I woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold water Woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold Police at the station And they dont look friendly Well they dont look friendly Well they dont look friendly Police at the station And they dont look friendly They dont look friendly well They dont Blind or crippled Sharp or dull Im reading the Bible By a 40 watt bulb What price freedom Dirt is my rug Well I sleep like a baby With the snakes and the bugs Well the stores are open But I aint got no money I aint got no money Stores are open but I Aint got no money Aint got no money Well I aint Found an old dog And he seems to like me Seems to like me Well he seems to like me Found an old dog and he Seems to like me Seems to like me Well he seems Seen them fellows With the card board signs Scrapin up a little money To buy a bottle of wine Pregnant women and The Vietnam vets I say Beggin on the freeway Bout as hard as it gets Well I slept in the graveyard It was cool and still Cool and still It was cool and still Slept in the graveyard It was cool and still Cool and still and it Was cool Slept all night in the Cedar grove I was born to ramble Born to rove Some men are searchin for the Holy Grail But there aint nothin sweeter Than ridin the rails I look 47 but Im 24 Well they shooed me away From here the time before Turned there their backs And they locked their doors Im watchin T.V. in The window of a furniture store Well I woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold water Woke up this morning With the cold water With the cold water With the cold
Well, my time went too quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy God knows I was feeling alive And now the suns coming up Im riding with lady luck Freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a wishing Id stayed a little longer Lord, dont you know the feelings getting stronger Six in the morning, gave me no warning I had to be on my way Now the cars are all passing me Trucks are all flashing me Im headed home from your place And now the suns coming up, yes it is Im riding with lady luck Freeway cars and trucks Freeway cars and trucks Riding with lady luck Freeway cars and trucks Riding with lady luck Freeway cars and trucks Riding with lady luck
Outside another yellow moon Has punched a hole in the night time mist I climb through the window and down to the street Im shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full Full of all them Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing thatll ever capture your heart Theyre just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one Oh baby cant you hear me now, cant you hear me now Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same On a downtown train I know your window and I know its late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light of the four way And watch them as they fall, oh baby They all having their heart attacks They stay at the carnival But theyll never win you back Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same You leave me lonely Will I see you tonight on a downtown train All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train Will I see you tonight on a downtown train Every night, every night its just the same Will I see you tonight on a downtown train All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train On a downtown train All my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town Took the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through Hes a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave But the cops would never think to look in Burma-Shave And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone He didnt seem to be like any guy shed ever known He kind of looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back She says Im a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat How far are you going? Said Depends on what you mean He says Im only stopping here to get some gasoline I guess Im going thataway just as long as its paved And I guess youd say Im on my way to Burma Shave And with her knees up on the glove compartment She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer And she popped her gum and arched her back Hell Marysville aint nothing but a wide spot in the road Some nights my heart pounds like thunder Dont know why it dont explode Cause everyone in this stinking towns got one foot in the grave And Id rather take my chances out in Burma Shave Presleys what I go by why dont you change the stations Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror She said mister anywhere you point this thing It got to beat the hell out of the sting Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin And so drill me a hole with a barber pole And Im jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight Why dont you have another swig and pass that car if youre so brave I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine Just a nickels worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow Up against the car door on the shotgun side And when they pulled her from the wreck You know she still had on her shades They say that dreams are growing wild Just this side Of Burma Shave
Well, theres one thing you cant lose Its that feel Your pants, your shirt, your shoes But not that feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When youre coming into town Once you hang it on the wall You can never take it down But theres one thing you cant lose And its that feel You can pawn your watch and chain But not that feel It always comes and finds you It will always hear you cry I cross my wooden leg And I swear on my glass eye It will never leave you high and dry Never leave you loose Its harder to get rid of than tattoos But theres one thing you cant do Is lose that feel You can throw it off a bridge You can lose it in a fire You can leave it at the altar But it will make you out a liar You can fall down in the street You can leave it in the lurch Well you say that its gospel But I know that its only church And theres one thing you cant lose And its that feel Its that feel
Im leaving my family, Im leaving all my friends My bodys at home, but my hearts in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines on a new front-page sky My tears are salt water and the moons full and high And I know Martin Edens gonna be proud of me now And many before me whove been called by the sea To be up in the crows nest and singing my say Shiver me timbers cause Im a-sailing away And the fogs lifting and the sands shifting and Im drifting on out Old Captain Ahab, he aint got nothing on me now So swallow me, dont follow me, Im traveling alone Blue water is my daughter, Im gonna skip like a stone So please call my missus, gotta tell her not to cry Cause my goodbye is written by the moon in the sky Hey, and nobody knows me, I cant fathom my staying And shiver me timbers cause Im a-sailing away And the fogs lifting, the sands shifting, Im drifting on out And old Captain Ahab, he aint got nothing on me So come on and swallow me, follow me, Im traveling alone Blue water is my daughter, Im gonna skip like a stone And Im leaving my family, Im leaving all my friends My bodys at home, but my hearts in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front-page sky And shiver me timbers cause Im a-sailing away
Hey sight for sore eyes, its a long time no see Working hard hardly working, hey man you know me Water under the bridge, did you see my new car?? Well its bought and its paid for, parked outside of the bar And hey barkeep whats keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks?? That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too And old Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you Oh you know the old gang aint around, everyone has left town Except for Thumm and Giardina said they just might be down Oh half drunk all the time and Im all drunk the rest Yeah Monks still the champion, oh but I am the best And hey barkeep whats keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks?? That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too And old Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you Guess you heard about Nash, he was killed in a crash Oh that must have been two or three years ago now Yeah he spun out and he rolled he hit a telephone pole And he died with the radio on No shes married with a kid, finally split up with Sid Hes up north for a nickels worth for armed robbery And Ill play you some pinball. No you aint got a chance Then go on over and ask her to dance And hey barkeep whats keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks?? That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too And Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you
Well, Jesus gonna be here He gonna be here soon Hes gonna cover us up with leaves With a blanket from the moon With a promise and a vow And a lullaby for my brow Well, Jesus gonna be here He gonna be here soon Well, Im not gonna do nothin but wait here I dont have to shout, yeah I got me no reason And I got no doubt, yeah Im gonna get myself unfurled From this mortal coiled-up world Jesus gonna be here Gonna be here soon, yeah I got to keep my eyes, keep em wide open, yeah So I can see my Lord, yeah Im gonna watch the horizon For my brand new Ford, yeah Well, I can hear him rolling on down the lane I said Hollywood be thy name Cause Jesus gonna be here He gonna be here soon, yeah Well, I got to keep myself, keep myself faithful And you know Ive been so good, yeah Except for drinking But He knew that I would, yeah Well, Im gonna leave this place better Than the way I found that it was And Jesus gonna be here Gonna be here soon, yeah I know my Jesus gonna be here He gonna be here soon, yeah I know my Jesus gonna be here Gonna be here soon, yeah
Shes my only true love Shes all that I think of Look here in my wallet Thats her She grew up on a farm there Theres a place on my arm Where Ive written Her name next to mine You see I just cant live without her And Im her only boy And she grew up outside McHenry In Johnsburg, Illinois
Wasted and wounded, it aint what the moon did Ive got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow A couple of bucks from you? To go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me Im an innocent victim of a blinded alley And Im tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English, and every things broken And my Stacys are soaking wet To go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cabs parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open And Im down on my knees tonight Old Bushmills I staggered, you buried the dagger in Your silhouette window light To go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that Ive kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the Maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs And the girls down by the strip-tease shows go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me No, I dont want your sympathy, the fugitives say That the streets arent for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories They want a piece of the action anyhow go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailer And the old men in wheelchairs know That Mathildas the defendant, she killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me And its a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace And a wound that will never heal No Prima Donna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight to Mathilda too
Lets watch the sun come up in another town Try our luck a little further down Leave the cards on the table Leave the bread on the plate Put your hand on the gearshift Put your foot off the break And take one last look At the place that you are leaving Take one last look Oh, take one last look At the place that you are leaving Take one last look Our bed was something that the wind couldnt carry The arrow points away across the waiting prairie This car looks like it could give us a good run Our choice to leave was a good one Lets look forward to the lights that are new The world is a ribbon of road for you All towns have churches and tire shops They put up speed limit signs and they hire cops I love to see the wind in your hair All we ever need we can get anywhere
Smellin like a brewery Lookin like a tramp Aint got a quarter Got a postage stamp And a five oclock shadow boxing All around the town Talking with the old men Sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin Al zootin al hoot And Al Cohn Sharin this apartment With a telephone pole And its a fish net stockings Spike heel shoes Strip tease, prick tease Car kease blues And the porno floor show Live nude girls Dreamy and creamy And the brunette curls Chesty Morgan, and a Watermelon Rose Raise my rent and take off All your clothes With the trench coats Magazines bottle full a rum Shes so good, it make A dead man cum, with Pasties and a g-string Beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass And a Buffalo squeeze Wrinkles and cherry And twinky and pinky And Fefe live from Gay Paree Fanfares rim shots Backstage who cares All this hot burlesque for me Cleavage cleavage thighs and hips From the nape of her neck To the lips tick lips Chopped and channeled And lowered and louvered And a cheater slicks And baby moons Shes hot and ready And creamy and sugared And the band is awful And so are the tunes Crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly And Im gettin harder than Chinese algebraziers and cheers From the compendium here Hey sweet heart theyre yellin for more Squashin out your cigarette butts On the floor And I like Shelly You like Jane What was the girl with the snake skins name Its an early bird matinee Come back any day Getcha little sompin That cha cant get at home Getcha little sompin That cha cant get at home Pasties and a g-string Beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass And a Buffalo squeeze Popcorn front row Higher than a kite And Ill be back tomorrow night And Ill be back tomorrow night

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/tom-waits"

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Tom Waits

@tom-waits

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/tom-waits")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
681	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/tom-waits")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

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Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

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Who are the source language producers?

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Annotations

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

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Discussion of Biases

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Other Known Limitations

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Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Licensing Information

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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Text Generation • Updated Aug 2, 2021 • 13 • 1

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/tom-waits"

Dataset Summary

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

Languages

How to use

Dataset Structure

Data Fields

Data Splits

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

Who are the source language producers?

Annotations

Annotation process

Who are the annotators?

Personal and Sensitive Information

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

Discussion of Biases

Other Known Limitations

Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/tom-waits