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Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks When the wolf-banes blooming by the tressel And get the eyeball of a rooster And the stones from a ditch And wash em down with bilge water And say youll never snitch Take the buttons from a yellow jacket The feather from a buzzard The blood from a bounty hunters cold black heart Catch the tears of a widow in a thimble made of glass Tell your mama and your papa they can kiss your ass Poison all the water in the wishin well And hang all them scarecrows from a Sycamore tree Burn down all them honeymoons, put em in a pillow case Wait next to the switchblades at the amusement park for me Strangle all the Christmas carols, scratch out all the prayers Tie em up with barbed wire and push em down the stairs And Ill whittle you a pistol for keepin nightmares off your blinds Them sons of bitches always seem to sneak up from behind Siphon all the gas from your daddys pickup truck Fill up Johnnys T-bird, I got a couple bucks Put on a little perfume and wear a ribbon in your hair Careful that you dont wake up the hounds Tear a bolt of lightning from the side of the sky Throw it in the cedar chest, if you want, Ill tell you why Bring me the gear shift knob from a 49 Merc Lie down here beside me, let me hold you in the dirt Youre gonna tremble Tear the throat out of the night Sink your teeth into my shoulder Dig your nails into my back Tell that little girl to let go of my sleeve Youll be a woman when I catch you Come, baby, fall in love with me With my double-barrel shotgun and a whole box of shells Well celebrate the Fourth of July Well do 100 miles an hour spending someone elses dough Drive all the way to Reno on the wrong side of the road The wrong side of the road On the wrong side of the road The wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road Wrong side of the road Hey baby

I grew up here, all of my life I dreamed someday Id go Where the blue-eyed girls and the red guitars And the naked rivers flow Now Im not all I thought Id be I always stayed around Ive been as far as Mercy and Grand Frozen to the ground I cant stay here and Im scared to leave So kiss me once and then Ill go to hell, I might as well Be whistlin down the wind Bus is at the corner The clock on the wall A broken-down windmill Aint no wind at all I yelled and I cursed If I stay here, Ill rust Im stuck like a shipwreck Out here in the dust The sky is red and the world is on fire And the corn is taller than me And the dog is tied to a wagon of rain And the road is wet as the sea But sometimes the music from a dance Will carry across the plains And the places that Im dreaming of Do they dream only of me? There are places where they never sleep And the circus never ends So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And be whistlin down the wind So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And be whistlin down the wind

Well, its hotter than blazes and all the long faces Therell be no oasis for a dry local grazier Therell be no refreshment for a thirsty jackaroo From Melbourne to Adelaide on the overlander With newfangled buffet cars and faster locomotives The train stopped in Serviceton less and less often Theres nothing sadder than a town with no cheer Vic Rail decided the canteen was no longer necessary there No spirits, no bilgewater and eighty dry locals And the high noon sun beats a hundred-and-four Theres a hummingbird trapped in a closed-down shoe store This tiny Victorian rhubarb Kept the watering hole open for sixty-five years Now its boilin in a miserable March 21st Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patersons curse The train smokes down the xylophone Therell be no stopping here All you can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer No Bourbon, no Branchwater Though the townspeople here Fought her Vic Rail decree tooth and nail Now its boilin in a miserable March 21st Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patersons curse The train smokes down the xylophone Therell be no stopping here All you can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer

Well, an inebriated good evening to you all. Welcome to Rapheals Silver Cloud Lounge. Slip me a little crimson, Jimson. Give me the low down, Brown. Whats the scoop, Betty Boop? Im on my way into town Course Id rather... want to thank Dewana for opening the program for us. Im so God damn horny the crack of dawn better be careful around me Yeah, I wanna pull on your coat about something here tonight. Yeah, a little news Id like to throw your direction. See I...I used to know a girl, yeah and it was a hubba hubba and ding dang ding. I said Baby, you got everything. A week later, it was a hubba hubba and ding ding dong, baby, it sure didnt last too long I know things are tough all over, aint getting any better. I was moved, to kind of swivel a little bit of a kind of an emotional weather forecast for you this evening. What Im talking about is... well, you know Ive been playing night clubs and staying out all night long, come a home late, gone for three months, come back and everything in the refrigerator turns into a science project So you get designs on a waitress, you know. She got three or four kids. Shes sorting out her cheques and shes counting out her change. You say, Hey baby, heat me up a bear claw on the radar range. Well and then it gets real cold

Well, Im sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobodys up except the moon and me And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree And all that you left me was a melody Rosie, why do you evade me? Rosie, how can I persuade thee? Rosie And the moons all up, full and big Apricot tips in an indigo sky And Ive been loving you, Rosa, since the day I was born And Ill love you, Rosie, til the day I die Rosie, why do you evade me? Rosie, how can I persuade thee? Rosie Rosie, why do you evade me? Rosie, how can I persuade thee? Rosie And Im sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobodys up except the moon and me And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me was a melody Rosie, why do you evade me? Rosie, how can I persuade thee? Rosie

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a-bye, my baby, no need to be crying You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will Stare out at the moon upon the windowsill And dream Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye Hush-a-bye, my baby, no need to be crying Theres dew drops on the windowsill, gumdrops in your head Youre slipping into dreamland, youre nodding your head So dream Dream of West Virginia or of the British Isles Cause when you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles When you are much older, remember when we sat At midnight on the windowsill and had this little chat And dream Come on and dream Come on and dream And dream And dream Come on and dream

Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation, temptation, temptation Oh, I cant resist Well I know that he is made of smoke But Ive lost my way He knows that I am broke But that I must play Temptation, temptation, temptation I can resist Dutch pink and Italian blue He is there waiting for you My will has disappeared Now my confusions oh so clear Temptation, temptation, temptation I cant resist

Theres a house on my block thats abandoned and cold The folks moved out of it a long time ago And they took all their things and they never came back It looks like its haunted with the windows all cracked Everyone calls it the house, the house where nobody lives Once it held laughter Once it held dreams Did they throw it away? Did they know what it means? Did someones heart break? Or did someone do somebody wrong? Well the paint was all cracked, it was peeled off of the wood The papers were stacked on the porch where I stood And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers Looks like no one will ever come back to the house where nobody lives Once it held laughter Once it held dreams Did they throw it away? Did they know what it means? Did someones heart break? Or did someone do somebody wrong? So if you find someone, someone to have, someone to hold Dont trade it for silver, oh dont trade it for gold Cause I have all of lifes treasures and theyre fine and theyre good They remind me that houses are just made of wood What makes a house grand aint the roof or the doors If theres love in a house, its a palace for sure Without love, it aint nothin but a house A house where nobody lives Without love it aint nothin but a house A house where nobody lives

He had three whole dollars, a worn-out car And a wife who was leaving for good Lifes made of trouble, worry, pain, and struggle She wrote goodbye in the dust on the hood They found a map of Missouri, lipstick on the glass They mustve left in the middle of the night And I want to know the same thing Everyone wants to know Hows it going to end? Behind a smoke-colored curtain, the girl disappeared They found out that the ring was a fake A tree born crooked will never grow straight She sunk like a hammer into the lake A long lost letter and an old leaky boat Promises are never meant to keep And I want to know the same thing I want to know Hows it going to end? The barn leaned over, the vultures dried their wings The moon climbed up an empty sky The sun sank down behind the tree on the hill Theres a killer and hes coming through the rye But maybe hes the father of that lost little girl Its hard to tell in this light And I want to know the same thing Everyone wants to know Hows it going to end? Drag your wagon and your plow over the bones of the dead Out among the roses and the weeds You can never go back and the answer is no And wishing for it only makes it bleed Joel Tornabene was broken on the wheel Shane and Bum Mahoney on the lam The grain was as gold as Sheilas hair All the way from Liverpool with all we could steal He was robbed of twenty dollars, his body found stripped Cast into the harbor there and drowned And I want to know the same thing We all want to know Hows it going to end? The sirens are snaking their way up the hill Its last call somewhere in the world The reptiles blend in with the color of the street Life is sweet at the edge of a razor And down in the first row of on old picture show The old man is asleep as the credits start to roll And I want to know the same thing We all want to know Hows it going to end? I want to know the same thing We all want to know Hows it going to end? And then I just want to know the same thing I want to know Hows it going to end?

Now youre gone And its hotels and whiskey and sad luck dames And I dont care if they miss me I never remember their names They say if you get far enough away Youll be on your way back home Well Im at the station And I cant get on the train It must be blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love Blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love With your blind love Stone blind love Its your stone blind love Now the streets are turning blue And the dogs are barking And the night has come And theres tears that are falling From your blue eyes now I wonder where you are And I whisper your name The only way to find you Is if I close my eyes Ill find you with my blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love Only kind of love is stone blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love Oh your blind love Your stone blind love Its your blind love Only kind of love is stone blind love Stone blind love Only kind of love is stone blind love Its your blind love Only kind of love is stone blind love Stone blind love Stone blind love

I was always—er—kinda wanted to like consider myself kind of a... pioneer of the palate A restaurateur, if you will Ive wined, dined, sipped and supped in some of the most demonstrably beamer epitomable bistros in the Los Angeles metropolitan region Yeah, Ive had strange-looking patty melts at Norms Ive had dangerous veal cutlets at the Copper Penny Well what you get is a breaded Salisbury steak in a Shake n Bake And topped with a provocative sauce of Velveeta and uh, half and half Smothered with Campbells tomato soup, huhuhuhuh... See I have kinda of a, well I order my veal cutlet Christ, it left the plate and it walked down to the end of the counter and it—I just Waitress named Irene, boy shes wearing those rhinestone glasses with the little pearl thing clipped on the sweater and... My veal cutlet come down, tried to beat the shit out of my cup of coffee but... Coffee just wasnt strong enough to defend itself, uhuhuhuh...

Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation Temptation Temptation I cant resist I just know that shes made of smoke But Ive lost my way, yeah She knows that I am broke But I must play, yeah Temptation Temptation Temptation I cant resist Temptation Temptation Temptation I just cant resist Dutch pink and Italian blue She is there waiting for you My will has disappeared My confusion is oh so clear Temptation Temptation Temptation I cant resist Temptation Temptation Temptation I just cant resist Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation

I got your letter today and I miss you all so much here I cant wait to see you all and Im counting the days, dear I still believe that theres gold at the end of the world And Ill come home to Illinois on the day after tomorrow It is so hard and its cold here and Im tired of taking orders And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border What I miss, you wont believe - shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow I close my eyes every night and I dream that I can hold you They fill us full of lies, everyone buys about what it means to be a soldier I still dont know how Im supposed to feel About all the blood thats been spilled with God on his throne Get me back home on the day after tomorrow You cant deny, the other side dont want to die anymore than we do What Im trying to say is, dont they pray to the same God that we do? Tell me how does God choose whose prayers does he refuse? Who turns the wheel? Who rolls the dice on the day after tomorrow? I am not fighting for justice, I am not fighting for freedom I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here I just do what Ive been told, were just the gravel on the road And only the lucky ones come home on the day after tomorrow And the summer, it too will fade and with it brings the winters frost, dear And I know we too are made of all the things that we have Lost here, Ill be twenty-one today, I been saving all my pay And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow

And if I have to go Will you remember me Will you find someone else While Im away Theres nothing for me in this world full of strangers Its all someone elses idea I dont belong here and you cant go with me Youll only slow me down Until I send for you Dont wear your hair that way If you cannot be true Ill understand Tell all the others youll hold in your arms I said Id come back for you Ill leave my jacket to keep you warm Thats all that I can do And if I have to go Will you remember me Or will you find someone else While Im away

All night long on the broken glass Livin in a medicine chest Mediteromanian hotel back Sprawled across a roll top desk The monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan They paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul My babys comin home today Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head? Get me out of town, is what Fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when youre dead Saturdays a festival, Fridays a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem Follow me to Beulahs on Dry Creek Road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed, whoo! Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head? Get me out of town, is what Fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when youre dead Saturdays a festival, Fridays a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem Follow me to Beulah on Dry Creek Road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed Well, take me down to buy a tux on Red Rose Bear I got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul My babys comin home today Sell me one of those if I shave my head Get me out of town, is what Fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when youre dead Saturdays a festival, Fridays a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem Follow me to Beulahs on Dry Creek Road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed, whoo!

Why be sweet? Why be careful? Why be kind? A man has only one thing on his mind Why ask politely? Why go lightly? Why say please? They only want to get you on your knees Theres a few things I never could believe A woman when she weeps A merchant when he swears A thief who says hell pay A lawyer when he cares A snake when he is sleeping A drunkard when he prays I dont believe you go to heaven when youre good And everything goes to hell anyway Laissez-faire, mi amour, cest la vie Shall I return to shore or swim back out to sea? The world dont care what a sailor does in the town Its hanging in the windows by the pound I dont believe you go to heaven when youre good And everything goes to hell anyway I only want to hear your purr and to hear you moan You have another man who brings the money home I dont want dishes in the sink Dont ask me what I feel or what I think Theres a few things I never could believe A woman when she weeps A merchant when he swears A thief who says hell pay A lawyer when he cares A snake when he is sleeping A drunkard when he prays I dont believe you go to heaven when youre good Everything goes to hell anyway Everything goes to hell anyway Everything goes to hell anyway

Well, Im walking on down Virginia Avenue Trying to find somebody to tell my troubles to Harolds Club is closing And everybodys going on home: Whats a poor boy to do? Ill just get on back into my short Make it back to the fort Sleep off all the crazy lizards inside of my brain Theres got to be some place Thats better than this This life Im leadings driving me insane And let me tell you Im dreaming Let me tell you that Im dreaming to the twilight This town has got me down Ive seen all the highlights Ive been walking all around I wont make a fuss, Ill take a Greyhound bus Carry me away from... Tell me, what have I got to lose? Cause Im walking on down Columbus Avenue The bars are all closing Cause its quarter to two Every town I go to is like a lock without a key Those I leave behind are catching up on me Let me tell you theyre catching up on me Theyre catching up on me Catching up on me, catching up on me Catching up on me

Well the Ice Mans mule is parked outside the bar Where a man with missing fingers plays a strange guitar And the German dwarf dances with the butchers son And tonight a little rain never hurt no one Theyre dancing on the roof and the ceilings coming down And I sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves And a little trouble makes it worth the going And a little rain never hurt no one Oh, the world is round and Ill go around You must risk something that matters My hands are strong, Ill take any man here If its worth the going, its worth the ride She was 15 years old and shed never seen the ocean She climbed into a van with a vagabond And the last thing she said was I love you Mom And a little rain never hurt no one And a little rain never hurt no one

Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart Yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I dont have a drinking problem Cept when I cant get a drink And I wish youd a known her We were quite a pair She was sharp as a razor And soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga She was my better half And I was just a dog And so here am I slumped I been chippied and I been chumped On my stool So buy this fool, some spirits and libations Its these railroad station bars With all these conductors and the porters And Im all out of quarters And this epitaph is the aftermath Yea I choose my path Hey come on Cath, hes a lawyer He aint the one for ya And no the moon aint romantic Its intimidating as hell And some guys tryin to sell Me a watch And so Ill meet you at the Bottom of a bottle of Bargain scotch I got me a bottle and a dream Its so maudlin it seems You can name your poison Go on ahead and make some noise I aint sentimental This aint a purchase its a rental And its purgatory, hey Whats your story, well I dont even care Cause I got my own double-cross to bear And Ill see your Red Label And Ill raise you one more And you can pour me a cab I just cant drink no more Cause it dont douse the flames That are started by dames It aint like asbestos It dont do nothing but Rest us assured And substantiate the rumors That youve heard

Take an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth Just like they say in the Bible Never leave a trace or forget a face Of any man at the table Any man at the table When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger And its sharp enough to draw blood from a stone He rides through your dreams on a coach and horses And the fence posts in the moonlight look like bones Well theyve stopped trying to hold him With mortar, stone and chain He broke out of every prison Boots mount the staircase The door is flung back open Hes not there, for he has risen Hes not there, for he has risen Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string Hes been seen at the table with kings Well, he once saved a baby from drowning There are those that say beneath his coat, there are wings Some say they fear him Some say they fear Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him He can turn himself into a stranger Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide He was born away in a cornfield A fever beats in his head just like a drum inside Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him

Lonely, lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face Lonely, lonely in your place Lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face Lonely, lonely in your place I thought that I knew all that there was to Lonely, lonely, lonely Melanie Jane, wont feel the pain Lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face Lonely, lonely in your place And I thought that I knew all that there was to Lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face Lonely, lonely in your place And I still love you I still love you Lonely, lonely

Little trip to heaven on the wings of your love Banana moon is shining in the sky Feel like Im in heaven when youre with me Know that Im in heaven when you smile Though were stuck here on the ground I got something that Ive found and its you I dont have to take no trip to outer space All I have to do is look at your face And before I know it, Im in orbit around you Thanking my lucky stars that Ive found you When I see your constellation Honey, youre my inspiration and its you Youre my North Star when Im lost and feeling blue The sun is breaking through the clouds Dont you dont you know its true? Honey, all the other stars seem dim around you Thanking my lucky stars that Ive found you When I see your smiling face Honey, I know nothing ever gonna take your place and its you And its you, and its you And its you, and its you And its you And its you And its you Shoo-be-doo, ba-ba-da

She took all my money and my best friend You know the story, here it comes again I have no pride, I have no shame You gotta make it rain Make it rain Since youre gone, deep inside it hurts Im just another sad guest on this dark Earth I want to believe in the mercy of the world again Make it rain Make it rain Nights too quiet, stretched out alone I need the whip of thunder and the winds dark moan Im not Able, Im just Cain Open up the heavens Make it rain Im close to heaven, crushed at the gate They sharpen their knives on my mistakes What she done, you cant give it a name You gotta just make it rain Make it rain, yeah Without her love, without your kiss Hell cant burn me more than this Im burning with all this pain Put out the fire Make it rain Im born to trouble, born to fate Inside a promise I cant escape Its the same old world, but nothing looks the same Make it rain Make it rain Gotta make it rain Make it rain Youve got to make it rain Got to make it rain Youve got to I stand alone here Ill stand alone here Singing Make It Rain Make it rain Make it rain

Did you hear the news about Edward? On the back of his head, he had another face Was it a womans face or a young girl? They said to remove it would kill him So poor Edward was doomed The Face could laugh and cry It was his devil twin And at night she spoke to him Of things heard only in Hell They were impossible to separate Chained together for life Finally the bell tolled his doom He took a suite of rooms And hung himself and her by the balcony irons Some still believe he was freed from her But I knew her too well I say she drove him to suicide And took Poor Edward to Hell

The bats are in the belfry The dew is on the moor Where are the arms that held me And pledged her love before And pledged her love before Its such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green Its memories that Im stealing But youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream I made a golden promise That we would never part I gave my love a locket And then I broke her heart And then I broke her heart Its such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green Its memories that Im stealing But youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream Running through the graveyard We laughed my friends and I We swore wed be together Until the day we died Until the day we died Its such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green Its memories that Im stealing But youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream

Well time is always money For the boys at Union Square Go on and bust your ass till doomsday Dont forget to say your prayers Someones riding down the backstreet Said papa got a brand new slack And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat Sit right there, boy and you relax Cmon honey, were all going down, down, down, downtown Down downtown Were going down downtown Were going down downtown Well, you spill out of the Cinema Fourteen To that drag bar there on the block Whizzin on down in front of the East Coast Bank rolled up on your sock She stand right there for your pleasure Half Puerto Rican Chinese You got to find your baby somebody to measure Im going to get me some of these, baby Cmon honey, do you hear what Im doing now? Down, down, down, down, down, down downtown Down downtown Im going down downtown Bout four in the morning on a Sunday Sacco drinking whiskey in church Half pint of Festival brandy That boy bout to fall right off his perch Well, that guy in the sweaters off duty Well, hes out in front of that welfare hotel The guy in the dress is a beauty Go all the way, I swear you never can tell Cmon honey and pull up your socks Down, down, down Im going down, down, down, downtown Down downtown Down, down, down Down, down, down Cmon down downtown Going down downtown Im going down downtown

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 a time to spare Time to learn and 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

One, two, three Ooohhh, aaahhh... Well, he wasnt looking for fanfare or fame But it all came around just the same He then met a girl with desire in her eye He gave her love, she took his name The times they were good, the times they were bad Most times it was just in between The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had She put on display for all to be seen Some find their solace in work or the lord She was quite content in her dream When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light He found comfort in the bottle of old Jimmy Beam One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole He reached out for something to feel She offered back nothing but lack of respect So he let himself out with two barrels of steel She cried in the day, she cried in the night She cried loudest when someone was near Whether crying for him or she cried for herself The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear Most folks agree that she was living a hell And publicly she showed her pain And never once was there a thought for herself And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame Now on the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride high On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride high On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride high On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride high On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride On the coattails of a dead man shell ride, shell ride high

The evening fell just like a star Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love, were crazy As we fight like cats and dogs I just know theres got to be more So please call me, baby, wherever you are Its too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when were wounded Everyones a bit insane I dont want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain I admit that I aint no angel I admit that I aint no saint Im selfish and Im cruel, but youre blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave, theyre so hard to find Please call me, baby, wherever you are Its too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when were wounded Everyones a bit insane I dont want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain Were always at each others throats You know, it drives me up the wall Most of the time Im just blowing off steam And I wish to God youd leave me Baby, I wish to God youd stay Lifes so different than it is in your dreams Please call me, baby Wherever you are Its too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when were wounded Everyones a bit insane I dont want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain

Nighthawks at the diner of Emmas Forty-Niner Theres a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs Now the papers been read, now the waitress said Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chili in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? Yeah Its a graveyard charade, its a late shift masquerade And its two for a quarter, dime for a dance Woolworths rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance Now the register rings, now the waitress sings Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chili in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? Yeah Now well, the classified section offers no direction Its a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud Now the touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory Ive been eighty-sixed from your scheme Now Im in a melodramatic nocturnal scene Now Im a refugee from a disconcerted affair Now the lead pipe morning falls, now the waitress calls Eggs and sausage, another side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chili in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie? À la mode if you will Just come in and join the crowd Had some time to kill, yeah You see, I just come in to join the crowd Had some time to kill Just come in to join the crowd Cause I had some time to kill

She lives in a house thats way back off the road Theres a man with a lantern and he carries her soul A coal stove and a bed, a skillet and a hound She drove a camel through a needle in this sinking boardwalk town Shes my black market baby Shes my black market baby Shes a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal I swang out wide with her on hells iron gate Anything that you wanted, you could have My eyes say their prayers to her, sailors ring her bell The way a moth mistakes a light bulb for the moon and goes to hell Shes my black market baby Shes my black market baby Shes a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal Theres no prayer like desire, theres amnesia in her kiss Shes a swan and a pistol and she will follow you like this In Moberly, Missouri at the Iroquois Hotel She checked in with the President and she ran up quite a bill Shes my black market baby Shes my black market baby Shes a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal Shes whiskey in a teacup, she gives blondes a lousy name Shes a bonsai Aphrodite and a ticket back to Spain Shes a hard way to go, there aint no way to stop Every time you play the red, the black is coming up Shes my black market baby Shes my black market baby Shes a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal

Will you take me across the channel London Bridge is falling down Strange a woman tries to save More than a man will try to drown And its the rain that they predicted Its the forecast every time The rose has died because you picked it I believe that brandys mine And all over the world Strangers talk only about the weather All over the world Its the same Its the same And the world is getting flatter And the sky is falling all around Oh and nothing is the matter For Ill never cry in town And a love like ours my dear Is best measured when its down And I never buy umbrellas Cause theres always one around And all over the world Strangers talk only about the weather All over the world Its the same Its the same And you know that its the beginning And you know that its the end Once again we are strangers As the fog goes rolling in And all over the world Strangers talk only about the weather All over the world Its the same Its the same Its the same

I got a belly full of you and that Leavenworth stuff Now Im gonna get out and Im gonna get tough Youve been lying to me, how could you crawl so low? With some gin-soaked boy that you dont know I come home last night full a fifth of Old Crow You said you goin to your Mas, but where the hell did you go? You went and slipped out nights, you didnt think that Id know With some gin-soaked boy that you dont know Well I would bet you as far as Oklahoma by now The dogs are barking out back and youre knittin your brow Well, Im on your tail, I sussed your M.O From some gin-soaked boy that you dont know

For all the bachelors out there tonight Yeah for anybody whos ever whistled this song Maybe you whistled it, but you lost the sheet music Um...this is um...actually I dont mind going to weddings or anything As long as its not my own, I show up But Ive always kinda been partial to calling myself up on the phone and asking myself out, you know? Oh yeah, you call yourself up too huh? Yeah, well one thing about it, youre always around Yeah I know, yeah you ask yourself out, you know Some class joint somewhere The Burrito King or something, you know Well I aint cheap, you know Take yourself out for a couple of drinks maybe Then thered be some provocative conversation on the way home And park in front of the house, you know Oh yeah, you smoothly put a little nice music on Maybe you put on like uh, you know, like shopping music Something thats not too interruptive, you know And then uh slide over real nice and say Oh I think you have something in your eye Well maybe its not that romantic with you, but Christ I dont know, you know I get into it, you know Take myself up to the porch, take myself inside or maybe uh Or may get a little something in a brandy snifter or something Would like you like to listen to some of my back records? I got something here Well usually about 2.30 in the morning youve ended up taking advantage of yourself There aint no way around that, you know Yeah, making a scene with a magazine, there aint no way around Ill confess you know, Im no different, you know Im not weird about it or anything, I dont tie myself up first I just kinda spend a little time with myself So this is kind of a little anthem here

Im on a black elevator goin down Little Joe from Kokomo, it rattles to the ground The dice is laughin at the man that he throwed Im rollin over to the lowside of the road The moon is red and youre dancin real slow Twenty-nine miles left to go The chain monkeys help you with your load Youre rollin over to the lowside of the road Jezebel is naked with an axe The prosecution tells you to relax Your head feels like its ready to explode Youre rollin over, youre rollin over Well, the clapper has been ripped out of the bell The flapper has been kicked right out of hell When the horse whips the man that he rode Youre rollin over to the lowside of the road The dog wont bite, if you beat him with a bone Shes so shy when shes talkin on the phone The ground rises up and starts to groan Youre rollin over to the lowside of the road To the lowside of the road To the lowside of the road

There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn The trees are bending over And the cows are lying down The autumns taking over You can hear the Buckshot hounds The watchman said to Reba the loon Was that pale at Manzanita? Or was it Blind Bob the coon? Pin it on a drifter They sleep beneath the bridge One plays the violin And sleeps inside a fridge There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn Someones crying in the woods Someones burying all his clothes Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer Slept outside last night and froze Roadkill has its seasons Just like anything There is possums in the autumn And theres farm cats in the spring There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbors house Or covet thy neighbors wife But for some Murder is the only door thru which they enter life Now they surrounded the house They smoked him out And took him off in chains The sky turned black and bruised And we had months of heavy rains Now the ravens nest in the rotted roof Of Chenoweths old place And no ones asking Cal About that scar upon his face Cause theres nothin strange About an axe with bloodstains in the barn Theres always some killin You got to do around the farm A murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn The woods will never tell What sleeps beneath the trees Or whats buried neath a rock Or hiding in the leaves Cause roadkill has its seasons Just like anything Its possums in the autumn And its farm cats in the spring A murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn Now a lady cant do nothin Without folks tongues waggin Is that blood on the tree? Or is it autumns red blaze? When the ground is soft for diggin And the rain will bring all this gloom Theres nothing wrong with a lady Drinking alone in a room But there was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn

The piano has been drinking My necktie 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 telephones out of cigarettes And the balconys on the make And the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking And the menus are all freezing And the light mans blind in one eye And he cant see out of the other And the piano-tuners got a hearing aid And he 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 Cause 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

Black cellophane sky at midnight Big blue moon with three gold rings I called Champion to the window And I pointed up above the trees Thats when I heard my name in a scream Coming from the woods out there I let my dog run off of the chain I locked my door real good with a chair Dont go into that barn, yeah Dont go into that barn, yeah Everett Lee broke loose again Its worse than the time before Cause hes high on potato and tulip wine Fermented in the muddy rain, of course A drunken wail, a drunken train Blew through the birdless trees Oh, youre alone alright, youre alone alright How did I know? How did I know? Dont go into that barn, yeah I said, dont go into that barn, yeah An old black tree scratching up the sky With bony, claw-like fingers A rusty black rake digging up the turnips Of a muddy cold grey sky Shiny tooth talons coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by And the day went home early And the sun sank down into the muck of a deep, dead sky Dont go into that barn, yeah I said, dont go into that barn, yeah Bank since Saginaw Calinda was born Its been cotton, soybeans, tobacco, and corn Behind the porticoed house of a long-dead farm They found the falling down timbers of a spooky old barn Out there like a slave ship upside down Wrecked beneath the waves of grain When the river is low, they find old bones And when they plow they always dig up chains Dont go into that barn, yeah I said, dont go into that barn, yeah Did you bury your fire? Yes sir Did you cover your tracks? Yes sir Did you bring your knife? Yes sir Did they see your face? No sir Did the moon see you? No sir Did you go cross the river? Yes sir Did you fix your rake? Yes sir Did you stay downwind? Yes sir Did you hide your gun? Yes sir Did you smuggle your rum? Yes sir How did I know? How did I know? How did I know? Dont go into that barn, yeah I said, dont go into that barn, yeah Dont forget that I warned ya I said, dont go into that barn, yeah Dont go into that barn, yeah I said, dont go into that barn, yea No shirt, no coat Take me on a flat boat Dover down to Covington Covington to Louisville Louisville to Henderson Henderson to Smithland Smithland to Memphis Memphis down to Vicksburg Vicksburg to Natchez Going down to Natchez Put me on a flat boat Dover down to Covington Covington to Louisville Louisville to Henderson Henderson to Smithland Smithland to Memphis Memphis down to Vicksburg Vicksburg to Natchez

I always play Russian Roulette in my head Seventeen black or twenty-nine red How far from the gutter? How far from the pew? I will always remember to forget about you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed And my favorite words are good-bye And my favorite color is red A long-dead soldier looks out from the frame No one remembers his war, no one remembers his name Go out to the meadow, scare off all the crows It does nothing but rain here, nothing grows A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed And my favorite words are good-bye And my favorite color is My favorite color is My favorite color is red

I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse, babe Across the street from a Catholic church And I wiped off my revolver And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on Told the sun he better go back down And if I can find a book of matches Im going to burn this hotel down You got to tell me, brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves his porch light on? Well I dropped thirty grand on the Nugget slots I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street And the drummer said theres sanctuary Over at the Baghdad Room Oh and now theres one for the money two for the show Three to get ready and go man go I said Tell me, Mr. Siegel How do I get out of here? Willards knocked out on a bottle of heat Drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets He said, Man, you ought to see her when her parents are gone Man you ought to hear her when the sirens on I said tell me, brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on? Dont you know that aint no broken bottle that I picked up in my headlights On the other side of the Nevada line? Where they live hard, die young And have a good lookin corpse every time Well you know the pit boss said I should keep movin This is where you go when you die So I shot a black beauty And I kissed her right between the eyes Oh well, Willards knocked out on a bottle of heat Drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets He said, When the bitch is wound up and her parents are gone Man, you oughta hear her with the siren on I said tell me, brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves his porch light on? I spent all my money now in a Mexican whorehouse Across the street from a Catholic church And then I wiped off my revolver And buttoned up my burgundy shirt I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on Told the sun hed better go back down If I can find a book of matches Im goin to burn this hotel down Well its one for the money, two for the show I said three to get ready and go man go I said, Tell me, Mr. Siegel How do I get out of here?

What were talking about is late night and early morning low clouds With a chance of fog, chance of showers into the afternoon With variable high cloudiness and gusty winds Gusty winds at times around the corner of Sunset and Alvarado Yeah, I know, things are tough all over When the thunderstorms start increasing over the Southeast and south central portions of my apartment, I get upset And a line of thunderstorms was developing in the early morning hours Ahead of a slow moving cold front, cold-blooded With tornado watches issued shortly before noon Sunday For the areas including the western region of my mental health And the northern portion of my ability to deal rationally With my disconcerted precarious emotional situation Its cold out there Colder than the ticket takers smile at the Ivar Theatre, on Saturday night Flash flood watches cover the southern portion of my disposition, yeah There was no severe weather well into the afternoon Except for kind of a lone gust of wind in the bedroom A high pressure zone covering the eastern portion of a small Suburban community with a 1034 millibar high pressure zone And a weak pressure ridge extending from my eyes down to my cheeks Cause since you left me baby and put the vice grips on my mental health Well, the extended outlook for an indefinite period of time Until you come back to me, baby, is high tonight, low tomorrow And precipitation is expected That wraps up the weather for this evening Now back to the eleven oclock blues Doctor George Fishbeck aint got nothing on me!

Life is whittled, lifes a riddle Mans a fiddle that life plays on When the day breaks and the earth quakes Lifes a mistake all day long Tell me who gives a good goddamn Youll never get out alive Dont go dreaming Dont go scheming A man must test his mettle In the crooked old world Starving in the belly Starving in the belly Starving in the belly of a whale Starving in the belly Starving in the belly Starving in the belly of a whale Dont take my word, just look skyward They that dance must pay the fiddler Sky is darkening, dogs are barking But the caravan moves on Tell me who gives a good goddamn Youll never get get out alive Dont go dreaming Dont go scheming A man must test his mettle In the crooked old world Starving in the belly Starving in the belly Starving in the belly of a whale Starving in the belly Starving in the belly Starving in the belly of a whale As the crow flies, its there the truth lies At the bottom of the well E-o-leven goes to heaven Bless the dead here as the rain falls Dont trust a bulls horn, a dobermans tooth A runaway horse or me Dont be greedy, dont be needy If you live in hope, youre dancing to a terrible tune Starving in the belly Starving in the belly Starving in the belly of a whale Starving in the belly Starving in the belly Starving in the belly of a whale

You dance real slow, you wreck it down Then you walk away, you turn around What did that old blonde gal say? That is the part you throw away I want that beggars eyes, a winning horse A tidy Mexican divorce St. Marys prayers, Houdinis hands And a barman who always understands Will you lose the flowers? Hold on to the vase Will you wipe all those teardrops away from your face? I cant help thinking as I close the door I have done all of this many times before The bone must go, the wish can stay The kiss dont know what the lips will say Forget Ive hurt you, put stones in our bed And remember to never mind instead Well, all of your letters burned up in the fire Time is just memory mixed with desire Thats not the road, this is only the map I said gone just like matches from a closed-down cabaret In a Portuguese saloon, a fly is circling around the room Youll soon forget the tune that you play Cause that is the part you throw away Oh that is the part you throw away

Well, Im a jitterbug boy by the shoeshine Resting on my laurels and my Hardys too Life of Riley on the swing shift, girls follow my drift Once upon a time I was in showbiz too I seen the Brooklyn Dodgers playin at Ebbets Field Seen the Kentucky Derby too Its fast women, slow horses, unreliable sources And Im holding up a lamppost, if you wanna know I seen the Wabash Cannonball, buddy, Ive done it all Because I slept with the lions and Marilyn Monroe Had breakfast in the eye of a hurricane Fought Rocky Marciano, played Minnesota Fats Burned hundred dollar bills, I eaten Mulligan stew Got drunk with Louis Armstrong, whats that old song? I taught Mickey Mantle everything that he knows So youll ask me what Im doin here holdin up a lamppost Flippin this quarter, tryin to make up my mind If its heads, Ill go to Tennessee, tails, Ill buy a drink If it lands on the edge, Ill keep talkin to you

All my friends are married Every Tom and Dick and Harry You must be strong if youre to go it alone Heres to the bachelors and the Bowery bums Those who feel that theyre the ones That are better off without a wife Cause I like to sleep until the crack of noon Midnight howling at the moon Going out when I want to And Im coming home when I please Dont have to ask permission If I wanna go out fishing Never have to ask for the keys Ive never been no Valentino But I had a girl who lived in Reno Left me for a trumpet player Well, it didnt get me down He was wanted for assault And though he said it werent his fault You know the coppers rode him right out of town Ill be sleeping until the crack of noon Midnight howling at the moon And Ill be going out when I want to Coming home when I please Dont have to ask permission If I wanna go out fishing Never have to ask for the keys Yeah, you see Im kinda selfish about my privacy Now as long as I can be with me We get along so well I cant even believe it I love to chew the fat with folks Ill be listening to all your dirty jokes Im so thankful for these friends I do receive Ill be sleeping until the crack of noon Midnight howling at the moon And Ill be going out when I want to Coming home when I please Dont have to ask permission If I wanna go out fishing Never have to ask for the keys, no Hey, I got this girl I know, man, and I just Shes been married several times and I dont wanna end up like her I mean, shes been married so many times Shes got rice-marks all over her face Yeah, you know the kind

Well pale face said to the eyeball kid She just goes clank and boom and steam A halo, wings, horns, and a tail Shoveling coal inside my dreams There are no laws, shes made of cream Shes such a scream Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement A Donnie gal from mortal clay The plow is red, the well is full Inside the dollhouse of her skull A cheetah coat fills up with steam Shes such a scream All crooked lines, her fireplace A milktrain so clean, machine gun haste Youll ride the only wall of shame And drag that chain across the state Her lips are red, she is the queen Shes such a scream

Well, Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle They had sixteen children in the usual style They had a curio museum and they had no guile All they ever wanted was a showbiz child The seventh of December, nineteen-forty-nine They got what theyd been wishing for all of the time He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine Rolled off to join the circus, telling fortunes on the side Hail, hail, the Eyeball Kid Well, the first time I saw him was a Saigon jail Cost me twenty-seven dollars just to go his bail I said, Your name will be in lights, and thats no doubt But you just got to have a manager, thats what its all about Yeah, yeah, yeah The people would point, the people would stare Ill always be here to protect you and to cut down on the glare I know you cant speak, I know you cant sign So cry right here on the dotted line Hail, hail, the Eyeball Kid Well, he was born without a body, not even a brow I made the kid a promise, I made the kid a vow Hes not conventionally handsome, hell never be tall He said, All you got to do is book me into Carnegie Hall Hoo Hes just a little bitty thing, hes just a little guy But women go crazy for the big blue eye How does he dream, how does he think When he cant even speak and he cant even blink? I said Hail, hail, the Eyeball Kid Hail, hail, Eyeball Kid Hail, hail, Eyeball Kid Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid Hoo They say, How does he dream, how does he think When he cant even speak and he cant even blink? Were all lost in the wilderness, were as blind as can be He come down to teach us how to really see Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah So give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid Give it up Give it up Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody will want to see the Eyeball Kid Eyeball Kid Eyeball Kid Ooh, Eyeball Kid

Its the same with men as with horses and dogs Nothing wants to die Evelyn James they killed in a game With guns too big for their hands Just off St. Charles in no mans land And youll have to find your own way home boys Youll have to find your own way home The oldest was Troy An eighteen year old boy Shot dead in March in a robbery His brother started out to hell and to ruin Troys killer was never caught they say Young Nick he just went bad that day Now hell have to find his own way home Boys, hell have to find his own way home Why cook dinner Why make my bed Why come home at all Out the door and through the woods Theres a world where nothing grows Its hard to say grace and to sit in the place Of someone missing at the table Moms hair sprayed tight and her face in her hands Watching TV for answers to me After all shes only human Shes trying to find her own way home boys Shes trying to find her own way home My legs ache My heart is sore The well is full of pennies

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I shook the hand of the president and the pope in Rome Ive been to parties where Ive had to be flown They said everything was sacred, nothing was profane And money was something that you throw off the back of trains Oh always keep a diamond in your mind Youve got to always keep a diamond in your mind Wherever you may wander Wherever you may roam Youve got to always keep a diamond in your mind Steam of the gravy with little fried pearls Floating like a necklace on a beautiful girl Johnna says thanks to the food and land And oh so ever grateful for Gods on my hands Oh always keep a diamond in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind Wherever you may wander Wherever you may roam Youve got to always keep a diamond in your mind Shes got the milk of human kindness and the fat of the lamb Scared like a baby, well she drives like a man She lives outside of Natchez where she operates a crane Shes like a wrecking ball no longer connected to the chain Oh Zerelda Samuel said she almost never prayed Said she lost her right arm, blown off in a Pinkerton raid Then they lashed her to a windmill with old 3-fingered Dave Now shes a hundred-and-two drinking mint juleps in the shade Everybody... Always keep a diamond in your mind Youve got to always keep a diamond in your mind Wherever you may wander Wherever you may roam Youve got to always keep a diamond in your mind Would you help me sing it, come on Always keep a diamond in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind Wherever you may wander Wherever you may roam Your gotta always keep a diamond in your mind One more time, come on... Always keep a diamond in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind Wherever you may wander Wherever you may roam Your gotta always keep a diamond in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind

Every night she comes to take me out to dreamland When Im with her, Im the richest man in the town Shes a rose, shes a pearl, shes the spin on my world All the stars make their wishes on her eyes Shes my Coney Island baby Shes my Coney Island girl Shes a princess in a red dress Shes the moon in the mist to me Shes my Coney Island baby Shes my Coney Island girl Every night she comes to take me out to dreamland When Im with her, Im the richest man in the town Shes a rose, shes a pearl, shes the spin on my world All the stars make their wishes on her eyes Shes my Coney Island baby Shes my Coney Island girl Shes a princess in a red dress Shes the moon in the mist to me Shes my Coney Island baby Shes my Coney Island girl Shes my Coney Island baby Shes my Coney Island girl

They bought a round for the sailor And they heard his tale Of a world that was so far away And a song that wed never heard A song of a little bird That fell in love with a whale He said, You cannot live in the ocean And she said to him, You never can live in the sky But the ocean is filled with tears And the sea turns into a mirror And theres a whale in the moon when its clear And a bird on the tide Please dont cry Let me dry your eyes So tell me that you will wait for me Hold me in your arms I promise we never will part Ill never sail back to the time But Ill always pretend youre mine Though I know that we both must part You can live in my heart

Davai yestshio! Davai yestshio! Odeen, dva, tree, cheteeri

No shadows, no stars Theres no moon and no cars November It only believes in a pile of dead leaves And a moon thats the color of bone No prayers for November to linger longer Stick your spoon in the wall and well slaughter them all November has tied me to an old dead tree Get word to April to rescue me Novembers cold chain made of wet boots and rain And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes November seems odd, youre my firing squad November With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac And the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag Left to wave in the timber like a buckshot flag Go away, you rainsnout Go away, blow your brains out November

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 Well play all over Well 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?

He went down down down And the devil called him by name He went down down down Hangin onto the back of a train He went down down down This boy went solid down Always chewed tobacco And the bathtub gin Always chewed tobacco And the bathtub gin He went down down down This boy went solid down He went down Well he went down down down And the devil jumped on his head He went down down down Stayin in a broken down shed He went down down down Sleepin in the devils bed He went down down down Never listened to the words I said He went down Well he went down down down And the devil said where you been He went down down down He screamin down around the bend Down down down This boy went solid down He was always cheatin And he always told lies He was always cheatin And he always told lies He went down down down This boy went solid down He went down

If you walk through the garden You better 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 gotta 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 wing And 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 Down in the hole You gotta help me keep the Devil down in the hole

Well, these diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well, Im pulling into town on the Interstate I got a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing And its these late nights and this freeway flying It always makes me sing Theres a Duster trying to change my tune Hes pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly by a 24-hour moon And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Hes wishing he was home in a Wisconsin bed But theres fifteen feet of snow in the east Colder than a well-diggers ass And its colder than a well-diggers ass Oceanside, it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up Those Sunday desperados slip by and cruise with a dry back And the orange drive-in, the neon billing And the theatres filling to the brim With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin Metropolitan area with interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from Riverside And out-of-state plates running a little late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101, dont miss it Theres rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken lines on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, cross the line, signaling with a blink And the radios gone off the air Gives you time to think And you hear the rumble As you fumble for a cigarette And blazing through this midnight jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block, the engine talks Whispers home at last It whispers home at last Whispers home at last Whispers home at last Whispers home at last And the diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well Im pulling into town on the Interstate I got me a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing Late nights and freeway flying Always makes me sing It always makes me sing Hey, look here, Jack Okay

The women all control their men with razors and with wrists And the princess squeezes grape juice from a torrid, bloody kiss What will you be wearing there? The lion or the raven head? The flesh will all be tearing, but the tale will be my own In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight This ones for the balcony and this ones for the floor As the senators decapitate the presidential whore The bald-headed senators are splashing in the blood The dogs are having someone who is screaming in the mud In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight Now its raining and its pouring on the pillaging and goring The constable is swinging from the chains For the dead, there is no story, no memory, no blame Their families shout blue murder, but tomorrow its the same In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum Call em as we see em In the colosseum tonight A slowly-acting poison will be given to the favorite one The dark horse will bring glory to the jailer and his men Its always much more sporting when theres families in the pit And the madness of the crowd is an epileptic fit In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum We call em as we see em In the colosseum tonight No justice here, no liberty, no reason, no blame Theres no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood And greetings from the nation as we shake the hands of time Theyre taking their ovation, the vultures stay behind In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum In the colosseum In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum tonight In the colosseum tonight

Friday left me fumblin with the blues And its hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead-ends and youve still got to choose You know the bartenders, they all know my name And they catch me when Im pulling up lame And Im a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies Ive been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then theyre gone You cant be lovin someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town You know they do Well now falling in love is such a breeze But its standing up thats so hard for me I wanna squeeze you, but Im scared to death Id break your back You know your perfume, well it wont let me be And you know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when Im pulling up lame And Im a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Well, come on baby, let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are enough to blind me Youre like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper, tell me Im the one Come on and whisper, tell me Im the one Gotta whisper, tell me Im the one Come on and whisper, tell me Im the one

Outside another yellow moon Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes Climb through your window and down the street Im shining like a new dime The downtown trains are full with all of 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 can capture your heart Theyre just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark If I was the one you chose to be your only one Baby cant you hear me, 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 Stand by the light at the four-way And you watch them as they fall, they all have heart attacks They stay at the carnival, but theyll never win you back Will I see you tonight In a downtown train? Every night, its just the same You leave me lonely Will I see you tonight On a downtown train? All of my tears just fall like rain All upon a downtown train

Come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider Ill drink your blood like wine So come on in It aint no sin Take off your skin And dance around in your bones So come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Step right up and hold right on there, little Have your tickets ready, under twelve are free Anchors away with the Black Rider Ill drink your blood like wine Ill drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when youre done, youll cock your gun The blood will run like ribbons through your hair Just come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Lines form to the left Have your tickets ready See the dog-faced boy Come on along with the Black Rider Ive got just the thing for thee Come on along with the Black Rider I want your company Ill have the veal, a lovely meal Thats how I feel, may I use your skull for a bowl? Just come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old time

Theres a place I know Where the train goes slow Where the sinners can be washed In the blood of the lamb Theres a river by the trestle Down by Sinners Grove Down where the Willow and the Dogwood grows Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train Goes slow You can hear the whistle You can hear the bell From the halls of heaven To the gates of hell Theres room for the foresaken If youre there on time Youll be washed of all your sins And all of your crimes Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train Goes slow Theres a golden moon That shines up through the mist I know that your name Will be on that list Theres no eye for an eye Theres no tooth for a tooth I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train Goes slow So if you live in darkness If you live in shame All of the passengers Will be treated the same Old Humpty Jackson and Gyp the Blood will sing Charlie Whitman is on the Dillingers wings Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train Goes slow If youve lost all your hope If youve lost all your faith I know you will be cared for I know you will be safe All the shameful and all of the whores Even the soldier who pierced the heart of the lord Is down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train Goes slow Well Ive never asked forgiveness and Ive never said a prayer Ive never given of myself Ive never truly cared Ive hurt the ones who loved me Im still raising Cain Ive taken the low road and If youve done the same Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train Goes slow

Well, ring the bell backwards, and bury the axe Fall down on your knees in the dirt Im tied to the mast between water and wind Believe me, youll never get hurt Now the rings in the pawnshop The rains in the hole, down at the Five Points I stand Ill lose everything, but I wont let go of your hand Now Peter denied and Judas betrayed Ill pay with the roll of the drum The wind will tell the turn from the wheel And the watchman is making his rounds Well, you leave me hanging by the skin of my teeth Ive only got one leg to stand You can send me to hell But Ill never let go of your hand Swing from a rope on a cross-legged tree Signed with the one-eyed jacks blood From Temple and Union to Weyley and Grand Walking back home in the mud I must make my best of the only way home Marley deals only in stones Im lost on the midway, Im reckless in your eyes Just give me a couple more throws Ill dare you to dine with the cross-legged knights Dare me to jump and I will Ill fall from your grace But Ill never let go of your hand Ill never let go of your hand

Its warm beer and cold women, no I just dont fit in Every joint I stumbled into tonight, thats just how its been All these double-knit strangers with gin and vermouth And recycled stories in the naugahyde booths And the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes Ill just be drinking to forget you, I light another cigarette And the bands playing something by Tammy Wynette And the drinks are on me tonight All my conversations now, Ill just be talking about you, baby Im boring some sailor as I try to get through I just want him to listen now I say thats all you have to do He said Im better off without you until I showed him my tattoo And now the moons rising, aint no time to lose Time to get down to drinking, tell the band to play the blues And the drinks are on me, Ill buy a couple rounds At the last ditch attempt saloon Warm beer and cold women, no I just dont fit in Every joint I stumble into tonight, thats just how its been All these double-knit strangers with gin and vermouth Receding hairlines in the naugahyde booths And the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes Ill just be drinking to forget you, baby, I light a menthol cigarette And the bands playing something by Johnnie Barnette At the last ditch attempt saloon

Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil Buckle down the rumble seat, let the radiator boil Got an overhead downshift and a two-dollar grill Got an 85 cabin on an 85 hill Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side Open it up, tonight the devil can ride Hang on St. Christopher with a barrelhouse dog Kick me up Mt. Baldy, throw me out in the fog Tear a hole in the jackpot, drive a stake through his heart Do a hundred on the grapevine, do a jump on the start Hang on St. Christopher now, dont let me go Get me to Reno and bring it in low, yeah Hang on St. Christopher with the hammer to the floor Put a hi-ball in the crank case, nail a crow to the door Get a bottle for the jockey, gimme a 294 Theres a 750 Norton bustin down Januarys door Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side Open it up, at night the devil can ride Hang on St. Christopher, now dont let me go Get to me Reno, got to bring it in low Put my baby on the flat car, got to burn down the caboose Get em all jacked up on whiskey, then well turn the mad dog loose Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side Open it up, tonight the devil can ride Oh yeah, oh yeah

Goodness, gracious. Our bass player should be chained up somewhere. Mongrel, canine, growling. I want to take you on kind of an inebriational travelogue here. Yeah, you aint got no spare, you aint got no jack, you dont give a shit, you aint never coming back. Maybe youre standing on the corner of 17th and Wazee Streets. Out in front of the terminal bar, theres a Thunderbird moon in a muscatel sky. Youve been drinking cleaning products all night. Open for suggestions. Kind of about, well, its kind of about going down to the corner, saying, Well, Im just going down to the corner to get a pack of cigarettes, Ill be back in a minute. Yeah, you check out the street and it looks like theres kind of a Kind of a blur drizzle down the plate glass And as a neon swizzle stick is stirring up the sultry night air Looks like a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon Rolling maverick across an obsidian sky And as the buses go groaning and wheezing Down on the corner, Im freezing On a restless boulevard at a midnight road Im across town from Easy Street With the tight knots of moviegoers and out-of-towners on the stroll The buildings towering high above lit like dominoes or black dice Used car salesmen dressed up in Purina checkerboard slacks And Foster Grant wraparounds Pacing in front of Rainbow, Earl Scheib, $39.95 merchandise Like barkers at a shooting gallery They throw out a Texas Guinan routine: Hello sucker, we like your money Just as well as anybody elses here Come on over here now... Let me put the cut back in your strut And the glide back in your stride Now climb aboard a custom Oldsmobile Let me take you for a ride Or they give you that P. T. Barnum bit: Theres a sucker born every minute! You just happened to be coming along at the right time, you know Come over here And you know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll In search of like new new paint And decent factory air and AM/FM dreams Yeah, and all the piss yellow gypsy cabs Theyre stacked up in the taxi zones And theyre waiting like pinball machines To be ticking off a joyride to a magical place Like Truckers Welcome diners With dirt lots full of Peterbilts and Kenworths and Jimmies and the like Theyre hi-balling with bankrupt brakes Man, theyre overdriven and theyre underpaid Theyre overfed and theyre a day late and a dollar short But Christ, I got my lips around a bottle And I got my foot on the throttle and Im standing on the corner Standing on the corner like a just got-in-town Jasper Im on a street corner with a gasper Looking for some kind of a Cheshire billboard grin Stroking a goateed chin Using parking meters as walking sticks on the inebriated stroll With my eyelids propped open at half mast But you know, over at Chubbs Pool and Snooker Well, it was a nickel after two, yeah, it was a nickel after two And in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke Why, it was the radio that groaned out the hit parade And the chalk squeaked and the floorboards creaked And an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow shade Old Jack Chance himself leaning up against a Wurlitzer Man, he was eyeballing out a five-ball combination shot Impossible you say? Hard to believe? Perhaps out of the realm of possibility? Naaaah Cause he be stretching out long tawny fingers Out across a cool green felt in a provocative golden gate He got a full table railshot thats no sweat And I leaned up against my banister I wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A2 I was looking for maybe Wine Wine Wine by the Nightcaps Starring Chuck E. Weiss Or maybe... maybe a little something called High Blood Pressure By George Perkins, no dice Cause thats life, thats what all the people say Youre riding high in April Youre seriously shot down in May I know Im gonna change that tune When Im standing underneath a buttery moon Thats all melted off to one side Parkay It was just about that time that the sun came crawling yellow Out of a manhole at the foot of 23rd Street And a Dracula moon in a black disguise Was making its way back to its pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel And the El train tumbled across the trestles And it sounded like the ghost of Gene Krupa With an overhead cam and glass packs And the whispering brushes of wet radials on wet pavement Shhhhhhhhhhhhh With a traffic jam session on Belmont tonight And the rhapsody of the pending evening I leaned up against my banister And Ive been looking for some kind of an emotional investment With romantic dividends Yeah, kind of a physical negotiation is underway As I attempt to consolidate all my missed weekly rendezvous Into one low monthly payment, through the nose With romantic residuals and legs akimbo But the chances are that more than likely Standing underneath a moon holding water Ill probably be held over for another Smashed weekend Thank you

I grew up here for all of my life But I dreamed someday Id go Where blue eyed girls and red guitars And the naked rivers flow Im not all I thought Id be Ive always stayed around And Ive been as far as Mercy and Grand Frozen to the ground I cant stay here and Im scared to leave So kiss me once and then Ill go to hell, I might as well Be whistlin down the wind Buses at the corner Clock on the wall Broken down windmill Aint no wind at all Ive yelled and Ive cursed If I stay here Ill rust Im stuck like a shipwreck Out here in the dust The sky is red, and the world is on fire And the corn is taller than me And the dog is tied to a wagon of rain And the road is wet as the sea Sometimes the music from a dance Will carry across the plains And the places that Im dreaming of Dream only of your face There are places where they never sleep And the circus never ends So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And be whistlin down the wind So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And be whistlin down the wind

Ive seen it all, boys, Ive been all over Been everywhere in the whole wide world I rode the high line with old blind Darby I danced real slow with Ida Jane I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street And I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony Knows the way back home I walked from Natchez to Hushpukena I built a fire by the side of the road I worked for nothin in a Belzoni saw mill I caught a blind out on the B&O Talullahs friendly, Belzoni aint so A 44 will get you 99 I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony Knows the way back home I run my race with burnt-face Jake I gave him a Manzanita cross I lived on nothin but dreams and train smoke Somehow my watch and chain got lost I wish I was home in Evelyns kitchen With old Gyp curled around my feet I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony Knows the way back home

She wore red shoes by the newsstand As the rain splashed the nickel And spilled like chablis all along the midway Theres a little blue jay In a red dress on a sad night One straw in a root beer A compact with a cracked mirror A bottle of evening in Paris perfume Whats this sad tune He told her to wait in by the magazines To take care of some business it seems Bring a raincoat Bring a suitcase Bring your dark eyes And wear those red shoes Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Lil Caesar got caught He was going down to second He was cooled Changing stations on the chamber To steal a diamond ring From a jewelry store for his baby He loved the way she looked In those red shoes She waited by the drugstore Caesar had never been this late before The dogs bayed the moon And rattled their chain And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle Was the burglar alarm Snitchin on Caesar The rain washes memories from the sidewalks And the hounds splash the nickel full of soldiers And Santa Claus is drunk In the ski room And its Christmas Eve In a sad café When the moon gets its way Theres a little blue jay by the newsstand Red shoes Red shoes So meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore Meet me tonight by the drugstore Goin out tonight Goin out tonight Goin out tonight Wear your red shoes Red shoes Red shoes Red shoes Red shoes

If you want money in your pocket And a top hat on your head A hot meal on your table And a blanket on your bed Today is grey skies Tomorrow is tears Youll have to wait Till yesterday is here Im going to New York City And Im leaving on a train And if you wanna stay behind Wait till I come back again Today is grey skies Tomorrow is tears Youll have to wait Till yesterday is here If you want to go where the rainbows end You will have to say goodbye All our dreams come true, baby, up ahead And its out where your memories lie And the road is out before me And the moon is shining bright What I want you to remember As I disappear tonight Today is grey skies Tomorrow is tears Youll have to wait Till yesterday is here Today is grey skies Tomorrow is tears Youll have to wait Till yesterday is here

Well the time will come when the wind will shout All stripped down, all stripped down And all the sinners know what Im talking about All stripped down, all stripped down When all the creatures of the world are gonna line up at the gate All stripped down, all stripped down And you better be on time and you better not be late All stripped, all stripped down Well, you know in your heart what you gotta bring All stripped down, all stripped down No big mink coat, no diamond ring All stripped down, all stripped down Well take off your paint and take off your rouge All stripped down, all stripped down Let your backbone flip and let your spirit shine through All stripped down, all stripped down I want you all stripped, all stripped, all stripped down All the men we got, well theyre goin down the drain All stripped down, all stripped down And when I see your sadness on a river of shame All stripped down, all stripped down You gotta raise up both the quick and the dead All stripped down, all stripped down With no shoes on your feet, no hat on your head All stripped down, all stripped down I want you all stripped, all stripped, all stripped All stripped down Aint nothin in my heart, but fire for you All stripped down, all stripped down With my rainy hammer and a heart thats true All stripped, all stripped down All stripped, all stripped, all stripped down All stripped down, all stripped down yeah All stripped, all stripped

When you hear sweet syncopation And the music softly moans Taint no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones When it gets too hot for comfort And you cant get an ice cream cone Taint no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones Just like those bamboo babies Down in the South Sea tropic zone Taint no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones When you hear sweet syncopation And the music softly moans Taint no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your boness When it gets too hot for comfort And you cant get an ice cream cone Taint no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones Just like those bamboo babies Down in the South Sea tropic zone Taint no sin to take off your skin And dance around in your bones

You havent looked at me that way in years You dreamed me up and left me here How long was I dreaming for? What was it you wanted me for? You havent looked at me that way in years Your watch has stopped and the pond is clear Someone turn the lights back on Ill love you till all time is gone You havent looked at me that way in years But Im still here

Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down on 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 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 Stand in the shade of me Things are now made of me The weather vane will say It smells like rain today Dont say goodbye to me Describe the skies to me And when the sky falls, mark my words Well catch a mocking bird

Well its raining, its pouring You didnt bring a sweater Nebraska will never let you come back home Now on Hollywood and Vine By the Thrifty Mart sign Any night, Ill be willing to bet Theres a young girl With sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes Standin there just gettin all wet Now theres a place off the drag Called the Gilbert Hotel And theres a couple letters Burned out in the sign And its better than a bus stop They do good business every time it rains For little girls with nothing in their jeans But pretty blue wishes and sweet little dreams And its raining, its pouring The old man is snoring Now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street All my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home Id rather die before I wake Like Marilyn Monroe And you could throw my dreams out in the street And let the rain make em grow Now the night clerk, he got a club foot Hes heard every hard luck story At least a hundred times or more He says check-out time is 10 am And thats just what it means Go on up the stairs With your sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams And its raining, its pouring Hollywoods just fine Swindle a little girl out of her dreams Another letter in the sign Now never trust a scarecrow wearin shades after dark Be careful of that old bowtie he wears It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair No, that aint no cherry bomb Fourth of Julys all done It was just some fool playin that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun No, that aint no cherry bomb Fourth of Julys all done Just some fool playin that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun

The ocean doesnt want me today But Ill be back tomorrow to play And the strangels will take me Down deep in their brine The mischievous braingels Down into the endless blue wine Ill open my head and let out all of my time Id love to go drowning And to stay and to stay But the ocean doesnt want me today Ill go in up to here, it cant possibly hurt All they will find is my beer and my shirt A riptide is raging and the lifeguard is away But the ocean doesnt want me today The ocean doesnt want me today

Nighthawks at the diner of Emmas Forty-Niner Theres a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs Now the papers been read, now the waitress said Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? Yeah... Its a graveyard charade, its a late shift masquerade And its two for a quarter, dime for a dance Woolworths rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance Now the register rings, now the waitress sings Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? Yeah Now well, the classified section offers no direction Its a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud Now the touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory Ive been eighty-sixed from your scheme Now Im in a melodramatic nocturnal scene Now Im a refugee from a disconcerted affair Now the lead pipe morning falls, now the waitress calls Eggs and sausage, another side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie? À la mode if you will Just come in and join the crowd Had some time to kill, yeah You see, I just come in to join the crowd Had some time to kill Just come in to join the crowd Cause I had some time to kill

When Im lyin in my bed at night I dont wanna grow up Nothing 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 wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I dont wanna grow up I dont ever want to be that way I dont wanna 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 wanna grow up Open up the medicine chest 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 doubtI 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 drinkin all night 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 a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I dont wanna float on a broom Fall in love, get married then boom How the hell did it get here so soon I dont wanna grow up

You can never hold back spring You can be sure I will never stop believing The blushing rose that will climb Spring ahead or fall behind Winter dreams the same dream every time Baby, you can never hold back spring Even though youve lost your way The world is dreaming, dreaming of spring So close your eyes, open your heart To the one whos dreaming of you You can never hold back spring Remember everything that spring can bring Baby, you can never hold back spring

Yeah! This is a national message! N.A.S.A. worldwide! One... Take the spotlight off me I remember when the Cubans was first on Broadway With dark and yellow gold I was 11 years old The inspiration was spread out like a blanket, ask em My discovery was beyond the pick, the Lee suit, and the afro Now from the flair jeans on 169th from College Watching the dude lean on one-seven-o With a Kangol cross America I saw the hippies cross By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time The same time as the Beatles I was up there watching James Browns pockets, stuffed with Jolly Ranchers When the NFL had the Rams in Los Angeles Charles Finley in Oakland And my kindergarten moment was the beginning Til the Caribbean people came to New York and sheepskin was bought The wind breaker The building never fall down They are the teeth of the town They crush us up in they grind The meat and bone of the mind We gather here on the block They key broke off in the lock Ill meet you down at the well Ill meet you down at the well My balloon drops down at midnight Stranglin the monkey with the hands of a clock Good cant help but do a little evil Evil cant help but Do a little good Whos that singing in the kitchen by the stove? All aboard for the night train! They say the moon, it smells just like a cherry bomb Come on home All is forgiven Everything costs Deliver us from evil And carry your own cross The time gathered with poppy seeds and grass Growing nobody faster than Jesse Owens With everything Im seeing and knowing London Heathrow Walking through the airport with green Pro-Keds Sixty-niners from the designers Tom McCann above the hill Next to my man, Lou Man The cardigan sweaters The still sell the New Eras now at Jew Man! Ghetto Bhudda in the second set Breaking out in a cold sweat Ill meet you in the music We meet in the music Those we never met Keep dancing like theres nobody watching Everyone can win the toss I may wander, bit I am never lost

Ive come 500 miles Just to see your halo Come from St. Petersburg Scarlett and me When I open my eyes I was blind as can be When you give a man luck He must fall in the sea And she wants you to steal and get caught For she loves you for all that you are not When youre falling down Falling down When youre falling down Falling down falling down You forget all the roses Dont come around on Sunday Shes not gonna choose you For standing so tall Go on take a swig of that poison And like it And now dont ask for silverware Dont ask for nothing Go on and put your ear to the ground You know youll be hearing that sound Falling down Youre falling down falling down Falling down falling down Falling down When youre falling down Falling down falling down Go on down see that wrecking ball Come swing in on her now Everyone knew that hotel was a goner They broke all the windows And took all the door knobs And they hauled it away In a couple of days Now someone yelled timber Take off your hat We all look smaller Down here on the ground When youre falling down Falling down falling down Falling down falling down Falling down Someones falling down Falling down falling down Falling down falling down Falling down

There is a light in the forest Theres a face in the tree Ill pull you out of the chorus And the first ones always free You can never go a-hunting With just a flintlock and a hound You wont go home with a bunting If you blow a hundred rounds It takes much more than wild courage Or youll hit the tattered clouds You must have just the right bullets And the first ones always free You must be careful in the forest Broken glass and rusty nails If youre to bring back something for us I have bullets for sale Why be a fool when you can chase away Your blind and your gloom? I have blessed each one of these bullets And they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes Is a small price to pay Theyll be your private little fishes And theyll never swim away I just want you to be happy Thats my only little wish Ill fix your wagon and your musket And the spoon will have its dish And I shudder at the thought of your Poor empty hunters pouch So Ill keep the wind from your barrel And bless the roof of your house

Tonight Ill shave the mountain Ill cut the hearts from pharaohs I pull the road off of the rise Tear the memories from my eyes And in the morning Ill be gone I drink a thousand shipwrecks Tonight I steal your paychecks I paint the sheets across my bed The birds will all fly from my head And in the morning Ill be gone Take every dream thats breathing Find every boot thats leaving Shoot all the lights in the cafe And in the morning Ill be gone I bet a thousand dollars I have a French companion I tie myself below the deck I pull the rope around my neck And in the morning Ill be gone It takes a life to win her There is a drum of bourbon 800 pounds of nitro His boots are thunder as he plays There is a stone inside it Tonight his bones will ride it Ill need a tent to hide it And in the morning Ill be gone And in the morning Ill be gone And in the morning Ill be gone And in the morning Ill be gone And in the morning Ill be gone And in the morning Ill be gone

The jigolos jumpin salty Aint no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawks a front row seat Dressed in full orchestration Stage door johnnys got to pay And send him home Talking bout the one that got away Could a been on easy street Could a been a wheel With irons in the fire And all them business deals But the last of the big time losers Shouted before he drove away Ill be right back as soon as I crack The one that got away The ambulance drivers dont give a shit They just want to get off work And the short stop and the victim Have already gone berserk And the shroud tailor measures him For a deep six holiday The stiff is froze, the case is closed On the one that got away Jim Crows directing traffic With them cemetery blues With those peculiar looking trousers And them old Italian shoes The wooden kimona was all ready To drop in San Francisco bay But now hes mumbling something All about the one that got away Costello was the champion At the St. Moritz Hotel And the best this side of Fairfax Reliable sources tell But his reputation is at large And hes at Ben Franks every day Waiting for the one that got away Hes got a snake skin sportshirt And he looks like Vincent Price With a little piece of chicken And hes carving off a slice But someone tipped her off Shell be doing a Houdini now any day She shook his hustle The Greyhound busll Take the one that got away Andre is at the piano Behind the Ivar in the Sewers With a buck a shot for pop tunes And a fin for guided tours He could of been in Casablanca He stood in line out there all day But now hes spilling whiskey And learning songs about the one that got away Well Ive lost my equilibrium My car keys and my pride Tattoo parlors warm And so I huddle there inside The grinding of the buzzsaw Whatchuwanthathingtosay Just dont misspell her name Buddy shes the one that got away

Well I pulled on troubles braids And I hid in the briars Out by the quick mud Stayin away from the main roads Passin out wolf tickets Downwind from the bloodhounds And I pulled on troubles braids And I lay by a cypress As quiet as a stone Till the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane Off some old roadhouse I built a fire in the Skeleton back seat of an old Tucker And I pulled on troubles braids I spanked cold red mud Where the hornet stung deep And I tossed in the ditch In a restless sleep And I pulled on troubles braids I hung my rain-soaked jacket On some old barbed wire Poured cold rusty water On a miserable fire I pulled on troubles braids The creek was swollen by daybreak And I could just barely see And I floated downstream On an old dead tree And I pulled on troubles braids I pulled on troubles braids I pulled on troubles braids I pulled on troubles braids

Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom Drinkin Chivas Regal in a four-dollar room Just another dead soldier in a powder-blue light Sugarman says, baby, everythings alright Goin downtown down downtown Goin down downtown Montclaire de Havelin doin the St. Vitus dance Lookin for someone to chop the lumber in his pants How am I gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink? All the traffic in the street, but its so hard to think Goin downtown down downtown Goin down downtown Frankies wearin lipstick, Pierre Cardin I swear to god I seen him holdin hands with Jimmy Bond Sallys high on crank and hungry for some sweets Fem in the sheets, but shes butch in the streets Goin downtown down downtown Goin down downtown Its the cool of the evening, the suns goin down I want to hold you in my arms, I want to push you around I wanna break your bottle and spill out all your charms Come on baby, well set off all the burglar alarms Goin downtown down downtown Goin down downtown Red Pants and the Sugarman in the Temple Street gloom Are drinkin Chivas Regal in a four-dollar room Just another dead soldier in a powder-blue night Red Pants says to Sugarman, said everythings alright Goin downtown down downtown Goin down downtown

Long way going to get my medicine Skys the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday Found it in the street At first, I did not see lying at my feet, a trampled rose Passing the hat in church It never stops going round You never pay just once to get the job done What I done to me, I done to you So what happened to the trampled rose? In the muddy street, with the fireworks and leaves A blind man with a cup I asked If he would sing Kisses Sweeter Than Wine I know this rose like I know my name The one I gave my love, it was the same Now I find it in the street, a trampled rose

Well, I hope that I dont fall in love with you Cause falling in love just makes me blue When the music plays and you display your heart for me to see I had a beer and now I hear you calling 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, 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 has up and split, the chair next to you is free And I hope that you dont fall in love with me 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

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair That rose in strangled ebony curls Moving in a yellow bedroom light The air is wet with sound The faraway yelping of a wounded dog And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat A light goes on and the door opens And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air I hear your champagne laugh You wear two lavender orchids One in your hair and one on your hip A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo And I hear a banjo tango And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree And I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared

The seeds are planted here, but they won’t grow We won’t have to say goodbye if we all go Maybe things will be better in Chicago To leave all we’ve ever known for a place we’ve never seen Maybe things will be better in Chicago Well it’s brave for us to stay, even braver to go Wherever she goes, I go Maybe things will be better in Chicago What we need, the Lord will give us All we want, we carry with us You know where I can be found Where the rainbow hits the ground I’m not alone, I’m not afraid Cause this bird has flown from his cage There’s so much magic we have known On this sapphire we call home With my coat and my hat I say goodbye to all that Maybe things will be better in Chicago Maybe things will be better in Chicago

Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky Splashin Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martins eyes Hes high and outside, wearin candy apple red Scarlett gave him twenty-seven stitches in his head With a pint of green chartreuse, aint nothin seems right You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night Cant you hear the thunder? Someone stole my watch I sold a quart of blood and bought a half-a-pint of scotch Someone tell those Chinamen on Telegraph Canyon Road When youre on the bill with the spoon, there aint no time to unload So bye bye baby, baby bye bye Droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy, and the prado Were laughin as they piled into Olmos Eldorado Jesus whispered, Eenie meany miney moe Theyre too proud to duck their heads Thats why they bring it down so low So bye bye baby, baby bye bye The pointed man is smack dab in the middle of July Swingin from the rafters in his brand-new tie He said, I cant go back to that hotel room, all they do is shout But listen, baby, Ill stay with you till the money runs out So bye bye baby, baby bye bye Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky Splashin Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martins eyes Hes high and outside, wearin candy apple red Scarlett gave him twenty-seven stitches in his head With a pint of green chartreuse, aint nothin seems right You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night Bye bye baby, baby bye bye Bye bye baby, baby bye bye Bye bye baby, baby bye bye Bye bye baby, baby bye bye

In between love trying to scheme love Who can tell what we may find Never thought love, not get caught love Between the magic in your eyes Loves like women, its cool and breezy Never thought that love could be so easy In between love trying to scheme love In between love again In between love trying to scheme love Who can tell what we may find All this time love, I sublime love To the feelings in my mind Loves like women, its cool and breezy Never thought that love could be so easy In between love trying to scheme love In between love, again

Its more than rain that falls on our parade tonight Its more than thunder, its more than thunder And its more than a bad dream now that Im sober Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobodys caught the bouquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way And its more than trouble Ive got myself into Its more than woe-begotten gray skies now And its more than a bad dream now that Im sober Theres no more dancing, theres no more dancing And its more than trouble Ive got myself into Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times None of our pockets are lined with gold Nobodys caught the bouquet There are no dead presidents we can fold Nothing is going our way And its more than goodbye I have to say to you Its more than woe-begotten gray skies now And its more than goodbye I have to say to you Its more than woe-begotten gray skies now And its more than woe-begotten gray skies now

Well I dont mind working Cause I used to be jerking off Most of my time in the the bars I been a cabby and a stock clerk And a soda fountain jock jerk And a manic mechanic on cars Its nice work if you can get it Now who the hell said it I got money to spend on my girl But the work never stops And Ill be busting my chops Working for Joe & Sal And I cant wait to get off work And see my baby She said shed leave the porch lite On for me Im disheveled Im disdainful Im distracted and its painful But this job sweeping up here is Gainfully employing me tonight Tom do this Tom do that Tom dont do that Count the cash clean the oven Dump the trash oh your lovin Is a rare and a copasetic gift Im a moonlight watchmanic Its hard to be romantic (sweeping up over by the Cigarette machine Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine) And cant wait to get off work And see my baby Shell be waiting up with a magazine for me Clean the bathrooms, clean um good Oh youre lovin I wish you would Come down here and sweepameoffmyfeet This broomll have to be my baby If I hurry I just might Get off before the dawns early light

Well, my Mama didnt want me On the day I was born I was born without a body I got nothin but scorn But I always loved music All I had was my hands I dreamed Id be famous And Id work at The Sands Singing Tabletop Joe Tabletop Joe How everyone will know Tabletop Joe I had trouble with the pedals But I had a strong left hand And I could play Stravinsky On a Baby Grand I said Im gonna join the circus Cause thats where I belong So I went to Coney Island I was singing this song Tabletop Joe Tabletop Joe Now everyone knows Tabletop Joe They gave me top billing In the Dreamland show I had my own orchestra Starring Tabletop Joe And the man without a body Proved everyone wrong I was rich and I was famous I was where I belonged Tabletop Joe Tabletop Joe Now everyone knows Tabletop Joe

Well I left New York In nineteen forty-nine To go across the country Without a bad-blamed dime Montana in the cold, cold fall I found my father in a gambling hall Father father Where you been Ive been out in the world Since I was only ten Dont worry about me Im about to die of the pleurisy Cross the Mississippi Cross the Tennessee Cross the Niobrara Home Ill never be Home in old Medora Home in ol Truckee Apalachicola Home Ill never be For better or for worse And thick and thin Like being married to the little woman God loves me Like I love him I want you to do Just the same for him Well the worms eat away But the worrywarts will win Oh the worms eat away But the worrywarts will win Oh the worms eat away But the worrywarts will win So I left Montana On that old freight train The night my father died In the cold, cold rain Home in old Medora Home in ol Truckee Apalachicola Home Ill never be Home Ill never be Home Ill never be

When traveling abroad in the continental style Its my belief one must attempt to be discreet And subsequently bear in mind your transient position Allows you a perspective thats unique And though youll find your itinerary a blessing and a curse Your wanderlust wont let you settle down And youll wonder how you ever fathomed that youd be content To stay within the city limits of a small mid western town Most vagabonds I knowed dont ever want to find the culprit That remains the object of their long relentless quest The obsessions in the chasing and not the apprehending The pursuit you see and never the arrest Without fear of contradiction bon voyage is always hollered In conjunction with a handkerchief from shore By a girl who drives a Rambler and furthermore is overly concerned That she wont see him anymore Planes and trains and boats and buses characteristically Evoke a common attitude of blue Unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport And the cargo that theyre carrying is you A foreign affair juxtaposed with a stateside And domestically approved romantic fancy Is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances Knowing it will only be parlayed into a memory

Once upon a time there was a poor child With no father and no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead And the child went on search day and night And since nobody was left on the earth He wanted to go up into the heavens And the moon was looking at him so friendly And when he finally got to the moon The moon was a piece of rotten wood And then he went to the sun And when he got there The sun was a wilted sunflower And when he got to the stars They were little golden flies Stuck up there like the shrike Sticks em on a blackthorn And when he wanted to go back down to earth The earth was an overturned piss pot And he was all alone He sat down and he cried And he is there till this day All alone Okay theres your story Night night