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Wine wine Why the goose drank wine And the monkey chewed tobacco on a streetcar line Now the line broke and the monkey got choked And they all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands Sane sane theyre all insane firemans blind the conductors lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hang out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands Oh clap hands Oh clap hands Well clap hands I said roar Its the thunder and the roar I aint never coming back no more Theres a moon in the window A bird on the pole I can always find a millionaire To shovel all the coal Well clap hands baby Well clap hands clap hands I said dream Its a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in my jeans A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Now its roar its the thunder and the roar I aint coming back no more I got a moon in the window A bird on the pole I can always find a millionaire To shovel all the coal Clap hands well clap hands Baby well clap hands Clap hands clap hands Shine shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore And running out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole All went to heaven in a little row boat Its roar its the thunder and the roar I aint coming back no more I got a moon in the window a bird on the pole I can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands well clap hands clap hands Clap hands clap hands clap hands Clap hands clap hands clap hands Clap hands clap hands clap hands Clap hands clap hands clap hands Clap hands clap hands clap hands Clap hands clap hands clap hands

Someday the silver moon and I will go to Dreamland I will close my eyes and wake up there in Dreamland But tell me who will put flowers on a flowers grave? Who will say a prayer? Will I meet a China rose there in Dreamland? Or does love lie bleeding in Dreamland? Are these days forever and always And if we are to die tonight Is there moonlight up ahead? And if we are to die tonight Another rose will bloom For a faded rose Will I be the one that you save? I love when it showers But no one puts flowers on a flowers grave As one rose blooms, then another will die Its always been that way I remember the showers But no one puts flowers on a flowers grave And if we are to die tonight Is there moonlight up ahead? I remember the showers But no one puts flowers on a flowers grave

Well, you hate those diesels rolling Those Friday nights out bowling When hes off for a twelve-hour lay overnight You wish you had a dollar For every time he hollered That hes leaving and hes never coming back But the curtain-laced billow And his hands on your pillow And his trousers are hanging on the chair Youre lying through your pain, babe But youre gonna tell him hes your man And you aint got the courage to leave He tells you that youre on his mind Youre the only one hes ever gonna find Thats kind of special and understands his complicated soul But the only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts Is midnight and flying away on the road But youve packed and unpacked So many times, youve lost track And the steam heat is dripping off the walls But when you hear his engines Youre looking through the window in the kitchen and you know Youre always gonna be there when he calls Cause hes a truck-driving man, stop in when he can Hes a truck-driving man, stop in when he can

Stop me if youve heard this one But I feel as though weve met before Perhaps I am mistaken But its just that I remind you of Someone you used to care about Oh but that was long ago Now tell me do you really think Id fall for that old line I was not born just yesterday Besides I never talk to strangers anyway Hell I aint a bad guy when you get to know me I just thought there aint no harm Hey yeah just try minding your own business bud Who asked you to annoy me With your sad sad repartee Besides I never talk to strangers anyway Your lifes a dime store novel This town is full of guys like you And youre looking for someone to take the place of her You must be reading my mail And youre bitter cause he left you Thats why youre drinking in this bar Well only suckers fall in love with perfect strangers It always takes one to know one stranger Maybe were just wiser now Yeah and been around that block so many times That we dont notice That were all just perfect strangers As long as we ignore That we all begin as strangers Just before we find We really arent strangers anymore

You gentlemen who think you have a mission To purge us of the seven deadly sins Should first sort out the basic food position Then start your preaching thats where it begins You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well Should learn for once the way the world is run However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell Food is the first thing morals follow on So first make sure that those who are now starving Get proper helpings when we all start carving What keeps mankind alive What keeps mankind alive The fact that millions Are daily tortured stifled punished silenced and oppressed Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance In keeping its humanity repressed For once you must try not to shirk the facts Mankind is kept alive By bestial acts

We put up our tent on a dark green knoll Outside of town by the train tracks and a seagull dump Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel and her Marvelous Pigs in Satin We pounded our stakes in the ground, all powder brown The branches spread like scary fingers reaching We were in a pasture outside Kankakee And one-eyed Myra, the queen of the galley Who trained the ostrich and the camels She looked at me squinty with her one good eye In a Roy Orbison t-shirt as she bottle fed an Orangutan named Tripod And then there was Yodeling Elaine, the Queen of the Air Who wore a dollar-sign medallion And she had a tiny bubble of spittle around her nostril And a little rusty tear For she had lassoed and lost another tipsy sailor And over in the burnt yellow tent by the frozen tractor The music was like electric sugar And Zuzu Bolin played Stavin Chain And Mighty Tiny on the saw And he threw his head back with a mouth full of gold teeth And they played Lopsided Heart and Moon Over Dog Street And by the time they played Moanin Low I was soakin wet and wild-eyed And Doctor Bliss slipped me a preparation And I fell asleep with Livery Stable Blues in my ear And me and Molly Hoey drank Pruno and Kool-Aid She had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string She soaked a hanky in Three Roses and rubbed it on the spot And drew a rickety heart and a bent arrow and it hurt like hell And Funeral Wells spun Poodle Murphy on the target As he threw his hardware Only once in Sheboygan did he miss at a matinee on Diamond Pier And shed never let him forget it They were doing two shows She had a high fever and he took off a piece of her ear And Tip Little told her she should leave the bum But Poodle said, He fetched me last time I run And Id like to hammer this ring into a bullet And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun, my dear I wish I had some whiskey and a gun, my dear.

Im gonna get me on the ride up Im gonna get me Can I have a little more on my voice? Im gonna get me on the ride up On the top of the hill Im only goin to the top of the hill New corn yellow and slaughterhouse red The birds keep singing, baby, after youre dead Im gonna miss you plenty, big old world With your abalone earrings and your mother of pearl Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Im only goin to the top of the hill Im only goin to the top of the hill I need your moon to be the sky against Dont get your trouser button stuck on the fence Diego red and bedlam money are fine Why dont you come up here and see me sometime? Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Im only goin to the top of the hill Im only goin Im only goin Im only goin to the top of the hill Theres very little leeway I seen a mattress on the freeway The moon rises over Dog Street Jefferson said everythings reet Have all the lights burned out on heaven again? Ill never roll the number 7 again Im made of bread and Im on an ocean of wine I hear all the birdies on the phone just fine Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Im only goin Im only goin Im only goin to the top of the hill, hey! Black joke and the bean soup The big sky and the Ford Coupe Old maid and the dry bones Red Rover and the Skinny Bones Jones Forty-seven mules to pull this train Were getting married in the pouring rain You need your differential and plenty of oil You load the wagon till the end of the world Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Im only goin Im only goin Im only goin to the top of the hill Im only goin to the top of the hill, hey If I had it all to do all over again Id try to rise above the laws of man Why dont ya gimme another sip of your cup Turn a Rolls Royce into a chicken coop, uh huh Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Im only goin Im only goin Im only goin to the top of the hill Im only goin to the top of the hill Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Im only goin to the top of the hill

The door was open, I was seething Your mother burst in, it was freezing She said it looks like it’s trying to rain I was lost, I felt seasick You convinced me that he’d left You said keep talking but don’t use any names I scolded your driver and your brother We are old enough to know how long you’ve been hooked And we’ve all been through the war And each time you score Someone gets hauled and handcuffed and booked It felt like four in the morning What sounded like fireworks Turned out to be just what it was The stars looked like diamonds Then came the sirens And everyone started to cuss All the noise was disturbing And I couldn’t find Irving It was like two stations on at the same time And then I hid your car keys And I made black coffee And I dumped out the rest of the rum Nick and Socorro broke up And Candice wouldn’t shut up And Finn, he recorded the whole thing Ray, he said damn you And someone broke my camera And it was New Years And we all started to sing Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should auld acquaintance be forgot For the sake of auld lang syne I was leaving in the morning with Charles for Las Vegas And I didn’t ever plan to come back I had only a few things, two-hundred dollars And my records in a brown paper sack I ran out on Sheila, everything’s in storage Calvin’s right, I should go back to driving truck Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should auld acquaintance be forgot For the sake of auld lang syne

On our anniversary Therell be someone else where you used to be The world dont care and yet it clings to me The moon is gold and silvery Who knows where the sidewalk ends? Well, the road will turn and the road will bend They always say he marks the sparrows fall How can anyone believe it all? Well, the band has stopped playing, but we keep dancing The world keeps turning, the world keeps turning On his hand, he wore the ring of another The world keeps turning, the world keeps turning We broke the bank and we tore up the place We disappeared oh without a trace Now the sun, it falls into the sea I know Im the only one for me I was so green and the dress you wore was yellow The world keeps turning, the world keeps turning The sun is down and the moon is in the meadow The world keeps turning, the world keeps turning Put a hat on your head Will you paint the whole damn town red with me? Well, the band has stopped playing, but we keep dancing The world keeps turning, the world keeps turning On his hand, he wore the ring of another The world keeps turning, the world keeps turning

Get a job, save your money, listen to Jane Everybody knows umbrellas cost more in the rain All the news is bad, is there any other kind? And everybody’s talking at the same time And everybody’s talking at the same time Well, it’s hard times for some, for others, it’s sweet Someone makes money when there’s blood in the street Don’t take any lip, stay in line Everybody’s talking at the same time Well, the dog is in the kitchen and the war drags on The trees wait by the freeway, all the money is gone Well, she told me she would leave me, I ignored all the signs And now everybody’s talking at the same time Everybody’s talking at the same time Ain’t no one coming to pull you from the mud You gotta build your nest high enough to ride out the flood I know you’re leaving and there’s no more next time Everybody’s talking at the same time A tiny boy sat and he played in the sand He made a sword from a stick and a gun from his hand Well, we bailed out all the millionaires They’ve got the fruit, we’ve got the rind And everybody’s talking at the same time Everybody’s talking at the same time

Hell above and heaven below All the trees are gone The rain makes such a lovely sound To those who are six feet underground The leaves will bury every year And no one knows Im gone Live me golden, tell me dark Hide from Graveyard John The moon is full here every night And I can bathe here in his light The leaves will bury every year And no one knows Im gone

Blow wind blow Wherever youll be goin Put on your overcoat Take me away You gotta take me on into the night Take me on into the night Blow me away Blow me away Marys on blacktop Theres a husband in the dog house In the middle of a shakedown I got quiet as a church mouse Turned out Raleighs on the dashboard Sugar Daddy caught a polocar Theres no solitary tap dance way out of here Blow wind blow ? Put on your overcoat Take me into the night Take me into the night Blow me away I ride upon a field mouse I was dancin in the slaughterhouse And if you swing along the beltway You skid along there all day Cause I went a little crazy And I sat upon a highchair And Im smokin like a diesel Way out here If you go in low Wherever you been goin Put on your overcoat Take me away You gotta take me on into the night Take me on into the night Blow me away Blow me away You gotta blow me away Blow me away Yeah

In the silver morning hollow Trembling and getting old Smelling burnt oil of heaven About ten years, too big to hold She dont get up when I come into the room She dont run through the fields anymore Built a fire in the kitchen Made her bed by a stove Took a walk to the graveyard But she didnt want to go She dont worry all them murders of crows Even though they was always out of reach She dont get up when I come into the room She dont run through the fields anymore

Its too early for the circus, its too late for the bars Everyones sleepin but the paperboys And no one in this town is makin any noise But the dogs and the milkmen and me The girls around here all look like Cadillacs And no one likes a stranger here Id come home, but Im afraid that you wont take me back But Id trade off everything just to have you near I know Im irresponsible and I dont behave And I ruin everything that I do Ill probably get arrested when Im in my grave But Ill be saving all my love for you I paid fifteen dollars for a prostitute With too much makeup and a broken shoe But her eyes were just a counterfeit, she tried to gyp me out of it But you know that Im still in love with you Dont listen to the rumors that you hear about me Cause I aint half as bad as they make me out to be Well I may lose my mind, but baby cant you see That Ill be saving all my love for you

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans I can see it in my dreams Arm-in-arm down Burgundy A bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones Play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone Calling me home And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In And by the whiskers on my chin New Orleans, Ill be there Ill drink you under the table Be red-nosed, go for walks The old haunts What I wants Is red beans and rice And wear the dress I like so well And meet me at the old saloon Make sure that theres a Dixie moon New Orleans, Ill be there And deal the cards roll the dice If it aint that old Chuck E. Weiss And Claiborne Avenue Me and you Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans Cause I can see it in my dreams Arm-in-arm down Burgundy A bottle and my friends and me New Orleans, Ill be there

Bougainvilleas bloom and wind Be careful, mind the strangle vines The rose is climbing over blind Cause the sun is on the other side The bees will find their honey The sweetest every time Around a red rose I see a red rose, a red rose Blooming on another mans vine Golden Willies gone to war He left his young wife on the shore Will she be steadfast every day? While Golden Willie is far away Along the way, her letters end She never reads what Willie sends I see a red rose I smell a red rose A red rose blooming on another mans vine

Broken bicycles Old busted chains With rusted handlebars Out in the rain Somebody must have An orphanage for All these things that Nobody wants any more September is reminding July Its time to be saying goodbye Summer is gone But our love will remain Like old broken bicycles Out in the rain Broken bicycles Dont tell my folks Theres all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons Out on the lawn The wheels wont turn When the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time For all the things that Youve given me Will always stay Broken but Ill never throw them away

Sun is red, moon is cracked Daddys never coming back Nothings ever yours to keep Close your eyes, go to sleep If I die before you wake Dont you cry, dont you weep Nothings ever as it seems Climb the ladder to your dreams If I die before you wake Dont you cry, dont you weep Nothings ever yours to keep Close your eyes, go to sleep

Strip Poker Motel Got a small blue tail Hot ice, cold cash I never been no good at staying out of jail Wheel spin, roulette Whos giving, dont get Ripped shirt, black eye Tuxedo, bow tie Dark sound, straight road Get lost, get loaded Enlisted men, off-duty Stolen clouds, dark beauty Cold gun, wild rose Night clerk, door closed Lie down, baby Your love is a faucet Called China, cell phone Chun King, not home You know I feel like a Preacher waving a gun around Shake it Shake it Shake it baby Shake it Shake it Shake it now Shake it Shake it Shake it baby Shake it Shake it Shake it now Outside, its damp Put a towel on that lamp You look hot in this light I can love you all night Shoes off, hair down Got a pink nightgown Mike Tyson KOed On the wild, blue road Small town, straight road That rooster done crowed Flat tire, homemade cross You know I feel like a Preacher waving a gun around Shake it Shake it Shake it baby Shake it Shake it Shake it now Shake it Shake it Shake it baby Shake it Shake it Shake it now

Well I think its about time I took you on an improvisational adventure into the bowels of the metropolitan region. Looks like a bonafide, high voltage, decked out in full regalia, Angeleno audience. Driving in, in Subarus, Pintos, Malibus, Oldsmobiles. A small suburban community. This is a...kind of about 2:30 in the morning, youve been standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth and you climb into the helm of a 1958 monkey shit brown Buick Super and youre on your way home. A luxury automobile, bought at Dollar Bills Easy Autos for next to nothing. Cruising along, everythings going fine, put a little smooth music on the stereo. Light up an Old Gold, save the coupon. Gotta think in terms of that patio furniture, that Toro mower, man. Youre on the Santa Monica freeway headed in an easterly direction. You just past the La Cienega turn off and you run into a cold fog bank

Like a tin can feeding Like a skinned hand bleeding Like a tramp choir crying Like a campfire dying Like a big dog breeding Like a pig hog feeding Like a top hat tipping Like a dropped rat skipping Like a tin horn glowing Like a gin storm blowing Like a necktie flapping Like a rich guy clapping Like a big fool crawling Like a rig tool falling Like a back door squeaking Like a crack whore tweaking What is it like? What is it like after we die? Like a string thats broken Like a thing thats smokin Like a blue flame burning Like a new brain learning Like more cold coffee Like a poor old softie Like a declining graveyard Like a shining brave star Like a child thats fainting Like a wild-ass painting What is it like? What is it like after we die?

Liar, liar with your drawers on fire White spades hangin on the telephone wire Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line Youll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief If you want a taste of madness, youll have to wait in line Youll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine Boneys high on China White, Shorty found a punk Dont you know there aint no devil, thats just Screamin Jay when hes drunk Well this stuff will probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop Well I bet shes still a virgin but its only twenty-five to nine You can see a million of em down on heartattack and vine Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs Than crawling down the boulevard on a pair of broken legs Youll find that ignorance is bliss every goddamn time Youre waitin for the RTD on heartattack and vine Boneys high on China White, Shorty found a punk Dont you know there aint no devil, thats just Screamin Jay when hes drunk Well this stuff will probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine Liar liar with your pants on fire White spades hangin on a telephone wire Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line Youll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief If you want a taste of madness, youll have to wait in line Youll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop Well I bet shes still a virgin but its only twenty-five to nine You can see a million of em down on heartattack and vine Boneys high on China White, Shorty found a punk Dont you know there aint no devil, thats just Screamin Jay when hes drunk Well this stuff will probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine I see fellows, checkin out the girls Youre lookin good

You move it to the left Yeah, and you go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah, if it takes all night Now take it kinda slow With a whole lot of soul Dont move it too fast Just make it last You scratch just like a monkey Yeah, you do real cool You slide it to the limbo Yeah, how low can you go? Now come on, baby Dont fall down on me now Just move it right here, do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Oh, oh-oh Hitch, hitchhike, baby across the floor Whoa, whoa, whoa, I cant stand it no more Now come on, baby Now get into your slide Oh, just ride, ride, ride, little pony, ride Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Do the monkey shine Yeah, yeah, yeah, shake ya tail feather, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, shake ya tail feather, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, like your mother told you how Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the Harlem shuffle

There ain’t enough raised right men I said there aint enough raised right men It takes a raised right man to keep a happy hen I said there ain’t enough raised right men Heavens to murgatroid, miners to coal A good woman can make a diamond out of a measly lump of coal And you need the patience of a glacier, if you can wait that long Open up his window and admit it when you’re wrong There ain’t enough raised right There aint enough raised right men I said there aint enough raised right men It takes raised right man to keep a happy hen I said there aint enough raised right men Mackey Debiasi was a complicated man He quarreled with his woman and she quarreled with her man And his head was just too thick, so she knocked out a tooth He’s that lonely man on the turnpike in the tolltakers booth There ain’t enough raised right There aint enough raised right men I said there just aint enough raised right men It takes raised right man to keep a happy hen I said there aint enough raised right men Gunplay Maxwell and Flat Nose George Ice Pick Ed Newcomb on a slab in the morgue Flat Nose looked at Gunplay and they all looked at me With a good woman’s love, we could have saved all three There ain’t enough raised right Aint enough raised right Aint enough raised right Aint enough raised right men I said there aint enough raised right men It takes raised right man to keep a happy hen I said, aint enough raised right men I said there aint enough raised right men I said there aint enough raised right men

Irene, good night, Irene Irene, good night Good night, Irene Good night, Irene I kiss you in my dreams Last Saturday night I got married Me and my wife settled down Now me and my wife are parted Im gonna take me a little stroll uptown Irene, good night, Irene Irene, good night Good night, Irene Good night, Irene I kiss you in my dreams Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I take a great notion To jump in the river and drown Oh-Irene, good night, Irene Irene, good night Good night, Irene Good night, Irene I kiss you in my dreams I love Irene, God knows I do Ill love her till the sea runs dry If she ever loves another Im gonna take morphine and die Oh-Irene, good night, Irene Irene, good night Good night, Irene Good night, Irene I kiss you in my dreams Stop your rambling, stop your gambling Stop staying out late at night Go home to your wife and your family Sit down by the fire light ¡EVERYBODY! Irene, good night, Irene Irene, good night Good night, Irene Good night, Irene I kiss you in my dreams

The things a crow puts in its nest They are always things he finds that shine best Somehow hell find a shiny dime A silver twine from a valentine The crows all bring them shiny things Leave me alone, you big old moon The light you cast is just a liar Youre like the crows cause if it glows Youre dressed to go, you guessed, I know Youll always bring them shiny things Well Im not dancing here tonight But things are bound to turn around though The only thing I want that shines Is to be king there in your eyes To be your only shiny thing

I fell asleep down by the stream And there I had the strangest dream And down by Brennans Glenn There grows a briar and a rose Theres a tree in a forest, but I dont know where I built a nest out of your hair And climbing up into the air A briar and a rose I dont know how long it has been But I was born in Brennans Glenn And near the end of spring There grows a briar and a rose I picked the rose one early morn I pricked my finger on a thorn Theyd grown so close Their winding wove the briar around the rose I tried to tear them both apart I felt a bullet in my heart And all dressed up in springs new clothes The briar and the rose And when Im buried in my grave Tell me so I will know Your tears will fall to make love grow The briar and the rose When Im buried in my grave Tell me so I will know Your tears will fall to make them grow The briar and the rose Your tears will fall to make them grow The briar and the rose

See, I just happened to be back on the East Coast a few years back I was trying to make me a buck like everybody else Ill be damned if times didnt get hard And Christ I got down on my luck And I got tired of just roaming and bumming around So I started thumbing my way back to my old hometown And you know, I made quite a few miles in the first couple of days You know, I figured Id be home in a week if my luck held out this way You know, it was the third night, oh and I got stranded And it was out at a cold lonely crossroads And as the rain came pouring down, man I was hungry Yeah, I was hungry, tired, and freezing, caught myself a chill But it was just about that time Yeah, it was just about that time that the lights of an old semi topped the hill You shouldve seen me smile when I heard them air brakes come on Yeah, and I climbed up into that cab where I knew itd be warm At the wheel... well, at the wheel sat a big man And Id have to say he mustve weighed 210 As he stuck out a big hand and he said with a grin Big Joes the name and this here rig is called Phantom 309 Well, I asked him why he called his rig such a name And you know, he turned to me and said Why son, dont you know this here rigll be putting em all to shame? Nah, there aint a driver No, there aint a driver on this or any other line for that matter That, thats seen nothing but the taillights of Big Joe and Phantom 309 So we rode and we talked the better part of the night And I told my stories and Joe told his And I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along Pushed her ahead with ten forward gears Man, that dashboard was lit like the old Madame La Rue pinball Serious semi-truck Till almost mysteriously Well, it was the lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight Joe turned to me, said Im sorry son, but Im afraid this is just as far as you go You see, I kinda gotta be making a turn just up the road a piece Ill be damned if he didnt toss me a dime as he threw her in low and said Go on in there, son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee on Big Joe I mean to tell you, when Joe and his rig pulled off into the night Man, in nothing flat they was clean outta sight So I walked into this stop, well I ordered me up a cup of mud Saying Big Joes setting this dude up But it got so deadly quiet in that place Yeah, it got so deadly quiet in that place, you couldve heard a pin drop And as the waiters face turned kind of pale I said Whats the matter? Did I say something wrong? I kind of said with a halfway grin He said, No, son, you see itll kinda happen every now and then Cause every driver in here knows Big Joe, son, but But let me tell you what happened just ten years ago out there Yeah, it was years ago out there at that cold lonely crossroads And there was a whole busload of kids And then they were just coming from school And they were right in the middle when Joe topped the hill and They couldve been slaughtered except Joe turned his wheels And he jackknifed, yeah he jackknifed, and he went into a skid And you know, folks around here, well They say he gave his life to save that bunch of kids And out there at that cold lonely crossroads Well, theyre saying it was the end of the line for Big Joe and Phantom 309 But its funny you know, cause... cause every now and then Yeah, every now and then when the moons holding water Well, they say that old Joell stop and give you a ride It seems, just like you, some hitchhiker will be coming by So here, son, he said to me, you get yourself another cup of coffee Its on the house, I kind of want you to hang on to that dime Yeah, I kind of want you to hang on to that dime as a souvenir I want you to keep that dime as a souvenir of Big Joe Of Big Joe and Phantom Big Joe and Phantom

You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby meets the footsteps of the dead Were all mad here As the Devil sticks his flag into the mud Mrs. Carroll has run off with Reverend Judd Hell is such a lonely place And your big expensive face will never last And youll die with the rose still on your lips And in the time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine Were all mad here And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain And were all inside a decomposing train And your eyes will die like fish And the shore of your face will turn to bone

Everything you can think of is true Before the ocean was blue We were lost in a flood run red with your blood Nigerian skeleton crew Everything you can think of is true The dish ran away with a spoon Dig deep in your heart for that little red glow Were decomposing as we go Everything you can think of is true And fishes make wishes on you Were fighting our way up dreamlands spine With red flamingos and expensive wine Everything you can think of is true The babys asleep in your shoe Your teeth are buildings with yellow doors Your eyes are fish on a creamy shore

Now youre gone And its hotels and whiskey and sad luck days 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 Must be Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love Oh Blind Love Blind Love Stone Blind Love Stone Blind Love Well the streets turning blue The dogs are barking and the night has come And its tears that are falling From these brown eyes now And I wonder where you are And I whisper your name And the only way to find you Is if I close my eyes And find you with my Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love Oh Blind Love Blind Love Stone Blind Love Stone Blind Love Oh its Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love The only kind of love is stone Blind Love Oh Blind Love Blind Love Stone Blind Love

It was all upon a foggy night An abandoned road in a twilight mirror mirage With no indication of any kind of service station Or an all-night garage I was misinformed, I was misdirected Cause the interchange never intersected Leaving me marooned beneath a bloodshot moon All upon a foggy night, a foggy night All upon a foggy night It was kind of an abandoned road in a blurred brocade collage Is that a road motel? I cant really tell You gotta tell me, is that a vacancy lodge? Theres no consolation, what kind of situation? To be aimlessly askew amidst a powder blue No tell-tale light clue Spun just like a spell you spin This precarious pandemonium Roslyn, Im stranded All upon a foggy night Like a sweepstakes ticket for a Broadway arcade Heads you win, tails I lose Im rambling, Im gambling All upon a foggy night Foggy night Foggy night Foggy night You got the vice grips on my personality Its all upon a foggy night All upon a foggy night All upon a foggy night On a foggy night All upon a foggy All upon a foggy night

The fires dying out, all the embers have been spent Outside on the street, lovers hide in the shadows You look at me, I look at you Theres only one thing I want you to do Kiss me I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again Kiss me like a stranger once again I wanna believe that our loves a mystery I wanna believe that our loves a sin I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again You wear the same kind of perfume you wore when we met I suppose theres something comforting in knowing what to expect But when you brushed up against me before I knew your name Everything was thrilling cause nothing was the same Now I want you to kiss me I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again Kiss me like a stranger once again I wanna believe our loves a mystery I wanna believe our loves a sin Oh, will you kiss me like a stranger once again? I want you to kiss me like a stranger Kiss me like a stranger once again

Ladies and gentlemen! Harrys Harbour Bizarre is proud to present under the big top tonight, Human Oddities Thats right, youll see the three-headed baby Youll see Hitlers brain See Leah Graff, the German midget who sat in J.P. Morgans lap Youll see Priscilla Bajano, the monkey woman JoJo, the dog-face boy Jim Milton Malone, the human skeleton Thats right, ladies and gentlemen! See Grace McDaniels, the mule-faced woman And shes the homeliest woman in the world Under the big top tonight, never before seen And if you have a heart condition, please be warned Dont forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto All sales are final Void where prohibited by law Youll see Sealo the seal boy who has flippers for arms Youll see Johnny Eck, the man born without a body He walks on his hands, he has his own orchestra, and is an excellent pianist See Gerd Bessler, the human pincushion And dont forget its Ladies Night here at Harrys Harbour Bizarre Youll see KoKo, the bird girl Mortando, the human fountain Step a little closer, ladies and gentlemen, and dont be shy Dig deep in your pockets Youll see Radion, the human torso Deep from the jungles of Africa Ladies and gentlemen Harrys Harbor Bizarre Ladies and gentlemen Harrys Harbor Bizarre

The prettiest girl in all the world is in a little Spanish town But I left her for a Bonnie lass and I told her Id see her around But that Bonnie lass and her heart of glass Would not hold a candle to bumming around So dont cry for me cause Im going away And Ill be back some lucky day Tell the boys back home that Im doing just fine I left all my troubles and woe So sing about me, for I cant come home Ive many many many more miles to go Why, theres Miss Kelsey, she taught dance at our school And old Johnny OToole, Ill still beat you at pool So dont cry for me, for Im going away And Ill be back some lucky day Well, when I was a boy, my daddy sat me on his knee And he told me, he told me many things And he said, Son, theres a lot of things in this world Youre gonna have no use for And when you get blue and youve lost all your dreams Theres nothin like a campfire and a can of beans Why, theres Miss Kelsey, she taught dance at our school And old Johnny O Toole, Ill still beat you at pool So dont cry for me, for Im goin away And Ill be back some lucky day

Rattle big black bones in the Danger zone Theres a rumblin groan down below Theres a big dark town, its a place Ive found Theres a world going on underground Theyre alive, theyre awake While the rest of the world is asleep Below the mine shaft roads, it will all unfold Theres a world going on underground All the roots hang down, swing from town to town They are marching around down under your boots All the trucks unload beyond the gopher holes Theres a world going on underground

Round the curve of The Parrot Bar A broken-down old movie star Hustling and Easterner Bringing out the beast in her A high dive in a swimming pool Filled with needles and with fools The memories are short, but the tales are long When youre in the Reeperbahn They called her Rosie when she was a girl For her bright red cheeks and her strawberry curls When she would laugh, the river would run She said shed be a comedian Oh what a pity, oh what a shame When she said come calling, nobody came Now her bright red cheeks are painted on And shes laughing her head off in the Reeperbahn Now little Hans was always strange Wearing womens underthings His father beat him, but he wouldnt change He ran off with a man one day Now his lingerie is all the rage In the black on every page His father proudly calls his name Down there in the Reeperbahn Now if youve lost your inheritance And all youve left is common sense And youre not too picky about the crowd you keep Or the mattress where you sleep Behind every window, behind every door The apple is gone, but theres always the core The seeds will sprout up right through the floor Down there in the Reeperbahn Down there in the Reeperbahn

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 And 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 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 And its such a sad old feeling All of the fields are soft and green And its memories that Im stealing But youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream Were running through the graveyard And 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 All of the fields are soft and green And its memories that Im stealing But youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream And its such a sad old feeling The fields are soft and green And its memories that Im stealing But youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream When you dream Youre innocent when you dream

Over here, the ladies all want sweet perfume But theres never a rose And over there, the roses are frightened to bloom So they never can grow And over here, they need wool For weaving their babys new clothes But nobody has any wool And the sheep are all lost in the harbour Lost in the harbour And over here, they want diamonds to wear But there arent any here And over there, everyones hiding their tears But theyre crying inside And the wall wont come down Till theyre no longer afraid of themselves If you dont believe me, ask yourselves And then I can come down to the harbour Down to the harbour And then I will fill the ocean Back up with my tears I still have a couple more years And then I can come back to the harbour Down to the harbour

Well shes as mean as a needle Dont get too close to the heater Shes like a mean shop keeper Who got an extra gun She about 64 and shes a wrecking ball Now go ahead and kiss her She brought the bad weather with her She got you coming through the dog door She got you coming through the dog door Now pigs get fat hogs get slaughtered You ought to walk away Well you cant but you ought to Climb the rickety stairs She got the long black hair But dont sit there Electricity chair She got you coming through the dog door She got you coming through the dog door Pitchfork Crowbar Claw hammer Hot tar Pitchfork Crowbar Claw hammer Hot tar She got me coming through the dog door She got me coming through the dog door Pitchfork Crowbar Clawhammer Hot tar Shes got ruin in her name But she can make it rain Shes a small town jail And shes starving in the belly of a whale She got me coming through the dog door She got me coming through the dog door Pitchfork Crowbar Clawhammer Hot tar

A cab combs the snake, tryin to rake in that last nights fare And a solitary sailor who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers Paws his inside peacoat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents And the last bent butt from a package of Kents As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair Her rhinestone-studded moniker says Irene As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blond from her eyes And the Texaco beacon burns on A steel-belted attendant with a ring and valve special Crying Fill er up and check that oil You know it could be your distributor and it could be your coil The early morning final edition is on the stands And the town crier is crying there with nickels in his hands Pigs in a blanket, sixty-nine cents Eggs, roll em over, and a package of Kents Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink em down straight Hash browns, hash browns, you know I cant be late And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamonds Across a cash crop car lot, filled with twilight Coupe Devilles Leaving the town in the keeping of the one who is sweeping Up the ghosts of Saturday night

Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby Ill be the pennies on your eyes for you, baby I want to take you out to the fair Here is a red rose ribbon for your hair Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby Ill shoot the moon for you A vulture circles over your head for you, baby Ill be the flowers after youre dead for you, baby I want to build a nest in your hair I want to kiss you and never be there Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby Ill shoot the moon for you You know I love you, baby So why dont you call me? You know my number 392-7704 Call any time Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby Ill shoot the moon for you Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby Ill be the flowers after youre dead for you, baby I want to build a nest in your hair I want to kiss you and never be there Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby Ill shoot the moon for you

I guess things were always kind of quiet around Putnam County Kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts of the two-lane That was stretched out just like an asphalt dance floor Where all the old-timers in bib jeans and store-bought boots Were hunkering down in the dirt To lie about their lives and the places that theyd been And theyd suck on Coca-Colas, yeah, and be spitting Days Work Until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge And the taverns would be swollen until the naked eye of two AM And the Stratocasters slung over the burgermeister beer guts And swizzle-stick legs jackknifed over naugahyde stools... yeah And the witch hazel spread out over the linoleum floors And pedal-pushers stretched out over a midriff bulge And the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes Wearing Prince Machiavelli, or something yeah Estee Lauder, smells so sweet And I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings over mixed drinks As Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall concentration and And knit their brows to cover the entire Hank Williams songbook Whether you like it or not And the old National register was singing to the tune of fifty-seven dollars and fifty-seven cents yeah And then its last call, one more game of eight-ball Bernieced be putting the chairs on the tables And someone come in and say, Hey man, anyone got any jumper cables? Is that a 6 or a 12 volt, man? I dont know... Yeah, and all the studs in town would toss em down And claim to fame as they stomped their feet Yeah, boasting about being able to get more ass than a toilet seat And the GMCs and the Straight-8 Fords were coughing and wheezing And they percolated as they tossed the gravel underneath the fenders To weave home a wet slick anaconda of a two-lane With tire irons and crowbars a-rattling With a tool box and a pony saddle Youre grinding gears and youre shifting into first Yeah, and that goddamned trannys just getting worse, man With the melody of see-ya-laters and screwdrivers on carburetors Talking shop about money to loan And palominos and strawberry roans yeah See ya tomorrow, hello to the Missus With money to borrow and goodnight kisses As the radio spit out Charlie Rich, man He sure can sing that son of a bitch And you weave home, yeah, weaving home Leaving the little joint winking in the dark warm narcotic American night Beneath a pin cushion sky And its home to toast and honey, gotta start up the Ford, man Yeah, and your lunch moneys right over there on the draining board And the toilets running Christ, shake the handle And the telephone is ringing, its Mrs. Randall And where the hell are my goddamned sandals? What you mean, the dog chewed up my left foot? With the porcelain poodles and the glass swans Staring down from the knickknack shelf. yeah And the parents permission slips for the kids field trips Yeah, and a pair of mukluks scraping across the shag carpet yeah And the impending squint of first light And it lurked behind a weeping marquee in downtown Putnam Yeah, and itd be pulling up any minute now Just like a bastard amber Velveeta yellow cab on a rainy corner And be blowing its horn in every window in town

I lost everything I had in the 29 flood The barn was buried beneath a mile of mud Now Ive got nothing but the whistle and the steam My baby leaving on the 2:19 Now theres a fellow thats preaching about hell and damnation Bouncing off the walls in the Grand Central station I treated her bad, I treated her mean My baby leaving on the 2:19 I said hey hey, I dont know what to do Hey hey, I will remember you Hey hey, I dont know what to do My baby leaving on the 2:19 Now Ive always been puzzled by the yin and the yang Itll come out in the wash, but it always leaves a stain The sturm and the drang, the luster and the sheen My baby leaving on the 2:19 Lost the baby with the water, the preacher stole the bride Sent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside She didnt have my whiskey, she didnt have my gin Had a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin I said hey hey, I dont know what to do Hey hey, I will remember you Hey hey, I dont know what to do My babys leaving on the 2:19 On the train, you get smaller as you get farther away The roar covers everything you wanted to say Was that a raindrop in the corner of your eye? Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye? I said hey hey, I will remember you Hey hey, I dont know what to do Hey hey, I will remember you My baby leaving on the 2:19 I said hey hey, I dont know what to do Hey hey, I will remember you Hey hey, I dont know what to do My babys leaving on the 2:19 I said hey hey, I dont know what to do Hey hey, I will remember you Hey hey, I dont know what to do My baby leaving on the 2:19 I said hey

Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to Tell us all the tale Well he fell in love With a Gun Street girl Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette John John hes long gone Well hes gone to Indiana He aint never coming home John John Hes long gone Well hes gone to Indiana He aint never coming home Well he took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe Bought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge He got all liquored up on the road house corn Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette A hole in the hood of a yellow corvette John John is long gone Why hes gone to Indiana He aint never coming home John John Is long gone Why hes gone to Indiana He aint never coming home Miss Charlotte took her satchel Down to King Fish Row Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes With her firemans raincoat and her long yellow hair They tied her to a tree With a skinny millionaire They tied her to a tree With a skinny millionaire John John Hes long gone Why hes gone to Indiana He aint never coming home John John Hes long gone Why hes gone to Indiana He aint never coming home John John John John My papa was a rollin stone My papa was a rollin stone Wherever he hung He said was his home When he died all He left us was alone John John John John John John Now I was banging on a table With an old tin cup Sing Ill never kiss a Gun Street girl again I will never kiss a Gun Street girl again I will never kiss a Gun Street girl again John John John John John John John John John John John John John John

Theres a place I know where the train goes slow Where the sinner 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 grow You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell And theres room for the forsaken if youre there on time Youll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes If youre 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 And I know that your name can be on that list Theres no eye for an eye, theres no tooth for a tooth I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth He was down there by the train If youve lost all your hope, if youve lost all your faith I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe And all the shamefuls and all of the whores And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train Well, Ive never asked forgiveness and Ive never said a prayer Never given of myself, never truly cared Ive left the ones who loved me and Im still raising Cain Ive taken the low road and if youve done the same Meet me down there by the train

Peoria Johnson told Dudlow Joe I can break out of any old jail you know The bars are iron the walls are stone All I need me is an old fish bone Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Alright, ah yea, theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Oh boy, theyre serving fish in the jailhouse Fish in the jailhouse tonight Corvina opal eye hammerhead shark Steelhead salmon or a mud bank carp Ill sand one side dull, Ill whittle the other side sharp By Saturday night, Ill be in Central Park Serving fish in the jailhouse tonight, alright Did you hear theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight? Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight, oh boy Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse Fish in the jailhouse tonight Ask Little Son Jackson or the 44 Kid Or Whitfield Faraday what I did From Yazoo City down to Rolling Fork From Natchez to Kinosha, New Dime to New York Serving fish in the jailhouse tonight, alright Lookee here, theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Alright, oh boy, theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Were serving fish in the jailhouse Fish in the jailhouse tonight Gimme a nice totuava or a chicken of the sea Im gonna fashion me a fishbone skeleton key Tell Scullion Childs I wont be late You can bet your freedom Im gonna clean my plate Serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse Fish in the jailhouse tonight Theyre serving fish in the jailhouse tonight Serving fish in the jailhouse tonight, alright

Jesus blood never failed me yet Never failed me yet Jesus blood never failed me yet Thats one thing I know For he loves me so

Ive come five hundred miles just to see your halo Come from St. Petersburg, Scarlett and me When I open my eyes, I was blind as can be And to 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

My daddy told me, lookin back The best friend youll have is a railroad track So when I was thirteen I said, Im rollin my own And Im leavin Missouri and Im never comin home And Im lost And Im lost Im lost at the bottom of the world Im handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar Im lost at the bottom of the world Satchel Puddin and Lord God Mose Sitting by the fire with a busted nose That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare But the white part is perfect for slicking down your hair And Im lost And Im lost Im lost at the bottom of the world Im handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar Im lost at the bottom of the world Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain The moon is the color of a coffee stain Jesse Frank and Birdy Jo Hoaks But who is the king of all of these folks? And Im lost And Im lost Im lost at the bottom of the world Im handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar Im lost at the bottom of the world Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron On tilapia fish cakes and fried black swan Razor weed onion and peacock squirrel And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl And Im lost And Im lost And Im lost at the bottom of the world Im handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar Im lost at the bottom of the world Well Gods green hair is where I slept last He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird And when I wanna talk, he hangs on every word And Im lost And Im lost And Im lost at the bottom of the world Im handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar Im lost at the bottom of the world

I was in a line at the supermarket the other day, and uhm... yknow, I had all my things on the little conveyor belt there. And uh... theres a gal in front of me that is uh.. well, shes staring at me and Im getting a little nervous and uh, she continues to stare at me. And I uh, I keep looking the other way. And then, finally she comes over closer to me and she says: I apologise for staring, that must have been annoying. I, I... You look so much like my son, who died. I just cant take my eyes off you. And she precedes to go into her purse and she pulls out a photograph of her son whod died. And uh, he looks absolutely nothing like me. In fact hes... Chinese. Uh... anyway, we chatted a little bit. And uh, she says: Im sorry, I have to ask you. Would you mind, as I leave the supermarket here, would you mind saying Goodbye mom to me? I, I know its a strange request but I havent heard my son saying Goodbye mom to me, and So long and it would mean so much to me to hear it. And uh, if you dont mind I... And I said: Well, you know, okay, yeah, sure. Eh.. uh... I can say that. And, and so, she uh gets her groceries all checked out. And uh, as shes going out the door she waves at me and she hollers across the store: Goodbye son! And I look up and I wave and I say: Goodbye mom! And then she goes, and uh... So I get my few things there, on the conveyor belt and the checker checks out my things. And uh, and he gives me the total and he says: Thatll be four hundred and seventy nine dollars. Uh... and I said: Well, how is that possible! Ive only got a little tuna fish, and uh some skimmed milk, and uh mustard and a loaf of bread... He goes: Well, well youre also paying for the groceries for your mother. She uh, told me youd take care of the bill for her. And I said: Well, wait a minute! Thats not my mother! And he says: Well I distinctly heard her say as she left the store Bye son! and you said Bye mom! and so what are you trying to say here, uh... I said: Well, JESUS! And I looked out into the parking lot and she was just getting into her car. And I ran out there. And she was just closing the door, and she had a little bit of her leg sticking out of the door and she was pulling away and I grabbed her leg and I started PULLING it! Just the way... Im pulling yours...

Lie to me baby Uh huh Lie to me baby Lie to me baby Lie to me baby Move on I know you got another jockey at home Let me be your rider Till your real man comes Whip me baby Lie like a dog I really dont care If you do Lie to me baby Uh huh Lie to me baby Lie to me baby Lie to me baby Move on I know you got yourself a skinny old man Let me be your baby I know that I can Slap me baby Give me all of your grief I have no use for the truth Lie to me baby Move on I know you got another jockey at home Let me be your rider Till your real man comes Whip me baby Lie like a dog I really dont care If you do Never stop telling me lies Lie to me baby Move on

Come with me, my love To the sea, the sea of love I wanna tell you how much I love you But Im drowning in a sea of love Do you remember the night we met? Thats the night I knew you were my pet I wanna tell you how much I love you But Im drowning in a sea of love Come with me to the sea, oh yeah Do you remember the night we met? Well, thats the night I just knew you were my pet I wanna tell you how much I love you But Im down here in the sea of love Come with me to the sea, oh yeah Oh and do you remember the night we met? Thats the night I just knew you were my pet I wanna tell you how much I love you Goin down in the sea of love Come with me to the sea, oh yeah Do you remember the night we met? Thats the night I just knew you were my pet I wanna tell you how much I love you But Im down here in the sea of love Oh come with me to the sea, oh yeah Come with me, my love To the sea, the sea of love I wanna tell you how much I love you But Im down here in the sea of love Oh come with me to the sea, oh yeah

Well you can buy me a drink and Ill tell you what Ive seen And Ill give you a bargain from the edge of a maniacs dream That buys a black widow spider with a riddle in his yarn Thats clinging to the furrow of a blind mans brow And Ill start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek like that And then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitives hat Youll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face That ever left a shadow down on Saint Marks place Hell Id double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid And so an early bird says Nightsticks on the hit parade And he aint got a prayer and his days are numbered And youll track him down like a dog But its a tough customer youre getting in this trade Cause the Nightsticks heart pumps lemonade And whiskey keeps a blind man talking all right And Im the only one who knows just where he stayed last night He was in a wrecking yard in a switchblade storm In a wheelbarrow with nothing but revenge to keep him warm And a half a million dollars in unmarked bills Was the nightsticks blanket in a February chill And the buzzards drove a crooked sky beneath a black wing halo He was dealing high Chicago in the mud And stacking the deck against a dragnets eye And the shivering nightstick in a miserable heap With the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleep And bleeding from a buttonhole and torn by a slug Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now Is learning what you have to pay to be a hero anyhow He dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage A kings ransom for a bedspread that dont amount to nothing Just cobweb strings on a busted ukulele And the nightstick leaned on a black shillelagh With the poison of a junkies broken promise on his lip He staggered in the shadows screaming I aint never been afraid And he shot out every street light on the promenade Past the frozen ham and eggers at the penny arcade Throwing out handfuls of a blood stained salary They were dead in their tracks at the shooting gallery And they fired off a twenty-one gun salute And from the corner of his eye he caught the alabaster orbs Of a dime a dance hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill in her blouse And caught the cruel and unusual punishment of her smile And the nightstick winked beneath a rain soaked brim Aint no one seen hide nor hair of him since No one except a spade on Rikers Island and me So if youre mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey blind man And youre mad enough to look beyond where the bloodhounds dare to go And if you want to know where the nightsticks hiding out You be down at the ferry landing oh lets say about half past a nightmare When its twisted on the clock and you tell them nickel sent you Whiskey always makes him talk And you ask for Captain Charon with the mud on his kicks Hes the skipper of the deadline steamer And she sails from the Bronx across the river Styx And a riddle is just a ticket for a dreamer Cause when the weathervane is sleeping and the moon turns his back You crawl on your belly along the railroad tracks And cross your heart and hope to die and stick a needle in your eye Cause hed cut my bleeding heart out if he found out that I squealed Cause you see a scarecrow is just a hoodlum Who marked the cards that he dealed And pulled a gypsy switch Out on the edge of Potters Field

Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches Bragging about some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska And when she came, she honked the horn and Neal just barely missed a truck And then he asked her if shed like to come like that to California You see a redhead in a uniform will always get you horny Yeah and with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020 Neal was yelling out the window trying to buy some bennies From a Lincoln full of Mexicans and the left rear tire blowed And the sons of bitches pretty near almost ran us off the road And while the nurse had spilled the Maneshewitz all up and down her dress And then she lit the map on fire and Neal just had to guess Should we try and find a bootleg route or a filling station open? The nurse was dumping out her purse and looking for an envelope And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away And the moonlight dressed the double-breasted foothills in the mirror Weaving out a negligee and a black brassiere And the Mercury was running hot and we were almost out of gas Just then Florence Nightingale. she dropped her drawers and Stuck her fat ass halfway out of the window to a Wilson Pickett tune And shouted Get a load of this! and gave the finger to the moon Counting one-eyed Jacks and whistling Dixie in the car Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star And Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar With Charlie Parker on the bandstand and not a worry in the world And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl Neal was singing to the nurse Underneath the Harlem Moon And somehow you could just tell wed be in California soon Open up your golden gates California, here I come I said California, here I come Look out California, here I come

Cmon let me get up on it

The whirligig beetles are wary and fast With an organ to detect the ripples The arachnid moths lay their eggs inside Other insects along the borders of fields or roads In clusters of white cocoons The ribbed pine borer is a longhorn beetle Their antennas are half the length of their body And they feed on dead red pine Robber flies with their immobile heads Inject a paralyzing fluid into their prey That they snatch from life in mid-air The snow fleas mode of locomotion Strange and odd With a spiny tail mechanism with hooks And a protracted tube from the abdomen To enable moisture absorption The female praying mantis devours the male While they are mating The male sometimes continues copulating Even after the female has bitten off his head And part of his upper torso Every night wasps bite into the stem of a plant Lock their mandibles into position Stretch out at right angles to the stem and With legs dangling they fall asleep If one places a minute amount of liquor On a scorpion It will instantly go mad and Sting itself to death The bombardier beetle When disturbed Defends itself by emitting a series of explosions Sometimes setting off four or five reports in succession The noises sound like miniature popgun blasts And are accompanied by a cloud of Reddish coloured vile smelling fluid It is commonly known that ants keep slaves Certain species The so-called sanguinary ants In particular Will raid the nests of other ant tribes And kill the queen and then kidnap many of the workers The workers are brought back to the captors hive Where they are coerced into performing menial tasks And as we discussed last semester The army ants will leave nothing but your bones Perhaps youve encountered some of these insects In your communities Displaying both their predatory and defense characteristics While embedded within the walls of flesh And passing for what is most commonly recognized As human

I met you in the saddle, I rode you in the dust Held your hand to the heavens, pulled your heart to the earth There was something that blinded me more than the mist And the breath of the cottonwood buds lighter yet When you rode the maypole of dance hall lace And galloped to anothers embrace And I bit the flowers from my wrist corsage You waltzed too slowly, too slowly, you waltzed With that girl from Widows Grove Oh, Id follow you to the river that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night Thats where Ill be Near the breath of a swallow, petals dropped as you fell You grabbed me then shyly held me against the stone cold well In your hand was a glass, you held the ice against the night And it dripped and it sparkled and I laughed a wish Before it all slipped down the dark tunneled well I heard it melt quietly and I looked at you Bent to the earth with one pleading wish Your skirts brushed to the furious pounding Oh Id follow you to the river that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night Thats where Ill be I hid in the elm and raised the bough That hung even with your neck I chased you and drowned you there deep in the well And when your mouth was full and wet I swallowed all your reckless fate And with your last breath You moaned too drunk to wake Oh, I followed you to the river that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night Thats where Ill be Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night Thats where Ill be

Depot, depot, what am I doing here? Depot, depot, what am I doing here? I aint coming, I aint going My confusion is showing And outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Im gonna paint myself blue At the depot I watch the taxis pull up and idle I cant claim title To a single memory You offered me a key Cause opportunity dont knock Has no tongue as you cannot talk Youre gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot This peeping Tom needs a peephole And an up-tempo song to move me along When I find this depot, baby Im on a roll just like a pool ball, baby Im gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Ah, tell me what is a poor boy to do? At the depot Im on a roll just like a pool ball, baby Im gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Depot

I broke down in East St. Louis on the Kansas City line And drunk up all of my money that I borrowed every time And I fell down at the Derby, the nights as black as a crow It was a train that took me away from here But a train cant bring me home What made my dreams so hollow was standing at the depot With a steeple full of swallows that could never ring the bell Oh Ive come ten thousand miles away, not one thing to show It was a train that took me away from here But a train cant bring me home I remember when I left without bothering to pack Dont you know Ive left with just the clothes I had on my back Now Im so sorry for what Ive done and Im out here on my own It was a train that took me away from here But a train cant bring me home It was a train that took me away from here But a train cant bring me home

Wasted and wounded And it aint what the moon did I got what I paid for now See you tomorrow Hey Frank, can I borrow A couple of bucks from you to go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go waltzing Matilda with me Im an innocent victim Of a blinded alley And Im tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English And everything is broken And my strength is soaking away to go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go waltzing Matilda with me Now the dogs they are barking And the taxi cabs parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me You tore my shirt open And Im down on my knees tonight Old bushills I staggered You buried the dagger Your silhouette window light, to go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go waltzing Matilda with me Now Ive lost my St. Christopher Now that I kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman With the cold-blooded smile And the girls down by the striptease shows go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go waltzing Matilda with me No, I dont want your sympathy Fugitives say That the streets aint for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnet And the ghost that sells memories Want a piece of the action anyhow, go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go waltzing Matilda with me And you can ask any sailor And the keys from the jailor And the old men in wheelchairs know That Matildas the defendant She killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda Youll go waltzing Matilda with me And its a battered old suitcase In a hotel someplace And a wound that would never heal No prima donnas, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street-sweepers The night watchmen, flame-keepers And goodnight, Matilda, too Goodnight Matilda, too

They pay me not to come home, keeping me stoned I won’t run away They say it’s easy to get stuck in this town just like Joan You know I gave it all up for the stage They fill my cup up in the cage It’s nobody’s business but mine when I’m low To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know At the end of the world And I kick my foot at the lights And I breathe it in all night There’s a light on a canvas tree Money from home is supporting me They pay me not to come home I won’t eat crow, Ill stay away And though all roads will not lead you home, my girl All roads lead to the end of the world And I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown The only way down from the gallows is to swing And I’ll wear boots instead of high heels And the next stage that I am on, it will have wheels

When I’m gone When I’m gone Roll my vertebrae out like dice Let my skull be a home for the mice Let me bleach like the bones on a beach I’ll be hard like a pit from a peach Now the ground has a branch Now the hound has a ranch The old tressel’s just junk The Edsel is on blocks The old said-so won’t talk I’m a blimp that’s straining, cut’ er ties I’m a moth in training, flutter by Huh When I’m gone When I’m gone I said I will have satisfaction I will be satisfied I said I will be satisfied When I’m believing: satisfaction When I’m grieving: satisfaction When I’m shaking: satisfaction When I’m praying: satisfaction When I’m staying: satisfaction When I’m carousing When I’m a thousand I said I will have satisfaction I will be satisfied Before I’m gone Before I’m gone I will have satisfaction I will be satisfied I will have satisfaction I will be satisfied Now Mr. Jagger and Mr. Richards I will scratch where I’ve been itching Now Mr. Jagger and Mr. Richards I will scratch where I’ve been itching Before I’m gone Before I’m gone Before I’m gone Before I’m gone Let me go back into the barrel Let the bullet go back into the barrel Let the bullet go back into the barrel Let the bullet go back into the barrel Before I’m gone Before I’m gone I said I will have satisfaction Let the bullet go back into the barrel Let the bullet go back into the barrel Take a left off the straight and the narrow Let the bullet go back into the barrel Before I’m gone Before I’m gone

Im the last leaf on the tree The autumn took the rest But they wont take me Im the last leaf on the tree When the autumn wind blows Theyre already gone They flutter to the ground Cause they can’t hang on Theres nothing in the world That I aint seen I greet all the new ones That are coming in green Im the last leaf on the tree The autumn took the rest But they wont take me Im the last leaf on the tree They say I got staying power Here on the tree But Ive been here since Eisenhower And Ive outlived even he Im the last leaf on the tree The autumn took the rest But they wont take me Im the last leaf on the tree I fight off the snow I fight off the hail Nothing makes me go Im like some vestigial tail Ill be here through eternity If you want to know how long If they cut down this tree Ill show up in a song Im the last leaf on the tree The autumn took the rest But they wont take me Im the last leaf on the tree Im the last leaf on the tree Im the last leaf on the tree

Well, we dig, dig, dig Well, we dig in our mine The whole day through Dig, dig, dig That is what we like to do Yeah, it aint no trick To get rich quick If you dig, dig, dig With a shovel and a pick Dig, dig, dig The whole day through Got to dig, dig, dig Its what we like to do In our mine, in our mine Where a million diamonds shine We got to dig, dig, dig From the morning til the night Dig, dig, dig up Everything in sight We got to dig, dig, dig In our mine, in our mine Dig up diamonds by the score A thousand rubies, sometimes more But we dont know What we are digging for, yeah Heigh ho, heigh ho Its off to work we go We keep on singing All day long, heigh ho Heigh ho, heigh ho Got to make your troubles go Well, you keep on singing All day long, heigh ho Heigh ho Heigh ho

I should go out and honk the horn Its Independence Day Instead I just pour Myself a drink Its got to be love Ive never felt this way Oh baby This ones from the heart The shadows on the wall Look like a railroad track I wonder if hes ever coming back The moon is a yellow stain Across the sky Oh baby This ones from the heart Maybe Ill go down to the corner And get a racing form But I should probably wait here By the phone And the brakes need adjustment On the convertible Oh baby This ones from the heart The worm is climbing The avocado tree Rubbing its back against the wall I pour myself a double sympathy Oh baby This ones from the heart Blondes brunettes and redheads Put the hammer down To pound a cold chisel Through my heart But they were nothing but apostrophes Oh baby This ones from the heart I cant tell Is that a siren or a saxophone But the roads get so slippery when it rains I love you more than all these words can ever say Oh baby This ones from the heart

I want you, you, you All I want is you, you, you All I want is you Give you stars above Sun on a brightest day Give you all my love If only you would say That I want you, you, you All I want is you, you, you All I want is you

She is a crooked sheriff in a real straight town She opened the door, shake shake, the lights go down Clover honey and the jimson weed Red leather skirt way up above her knees Oh yeah my baby is lowdown Shes a gone lost dirt road There aint no way back, Ive been told Shes a story they all tell Shes a rebel, shes a yell Oh yeah my baby is lowdown White heat in a cold rain Im merging here in your merging lane Jockey LaFayette, Big-Eyed Al The secondhand moon is shining for my gal She is a big red flag in a mean bullpen Shell steal it from you, sell it right back to you again Well shes a wild rose, she is not settled Cold gun of ice blue metal Oh yeah my baby is lowdown White heat in a cold rain Im merging here in your merging lane Jockey LaFayette, Big-Eyed Al The secondhand moon is shining for my gal Shes a cheap motel with a burned-out sign Shell take care of you definitely every time She got a stolen checkbook and legs up to here Singing into a hairbrush right in front of the mirror Oh yeah my baby is lowdown Oh yeah my baby is lowdown Uh huh my baby is lowdown

Well I wish I was in New Orleans I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy A bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones Play some pool and listen to that Tenor saxaphone calling me home And I can hear the band begin When The Saints Go Marching In By the whiskers on my chin New Orleans Ill be there Ill drink you under the table Be red nose go for walks The old haunts what I wants Is red beans and rice And wear the dress I like so well Meet me at the old saloon Make sure theres a Dixie moon New Orleans Ill be there And deal the cards roll the dice If it aint that ole Chuck E. Weiss And Claiborne Avenue me and you Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy A bottle and my friends and me New Orleans Ill be there

This is how the world will be Everywhere I go, it rains on me Forty monkeys drowning in a boiling sea Everywhere I go, it rains on me I went down into the valley to pray Everywhere I go, it rains on me I got drunk and I stayed all day Everywhere I go, it rains on me Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Everywhere I go It rains on me All Gods children, cant you see? Everywhere I go, it rains on me Louie Lista and Marchese Everywhere I go, it rains on me Robert Sheehan and Paul Bodee Everywhere I go, it rains on me I went down to Argyle, I went down to Dix Everywhere I go, it rains on me To get my special powders and to get my fix Everywhere I go, it rains on me Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Everywhere I go It rains on me Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Everywhere I go

Oh take care of all my children Dont let them wander and roam Take care of all of my children For I dont know when Im comin back home You can put all of my possessions here in Jesus name Nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning With my walking cane Im going up to see my lord Oh keep them together at the sundown Safe from the devils hand You gotta make them a pillow On the hard ground Ill be going up to Beaulah land You can put all of my possessions here in Jesus name Nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning With my walking cane Im going up to see my lord Remember you never trust the devil Stay clear of Lucifers hand Dont let them wander in the meadow Or youll wind up in the frying pan You can put all of my possessions here in Jesus name Nail a sign on the door Bright and early Sunday morning With my walking cane Im going up to see my lord

I don’t want to feel all cooped up I feel like I’m on a chain I got my ride all souped up We’re never coming back again Time, it don’t mean nothing Money means even less Don’t bring nothin, baby You’re better than all the rest I wanna go get lost I wanna go get lost I wanna go get I wanna go get lost When you wear that real tight sweater You know I can’t resist It’s been that way forever, baby Ever since we kissed Roll down all the windows Turn up Wolfman Jack Please, please love me tender Ain’t nothin wrong with that Let’s go get lost Lets go get lost Lets go get lost I wanna go get lost Whatever that they told you about me Well, all of it’s true You’re never gonna be without me, baby I’m never gonna be without you Top it off and fill it with high test Think about whatcha gonna tell your boss Think about whatcha gonna tell your boss Think about whatcha gonna tell your boss Think about whatcha gonna tell your boss And get lost I just wanna get I just wanna get lost I wanna get lost I just wanna get I just wanna get I just wanna get I wanna get lost All night long All night long All night long

A cloud lets go of the moon Her ribbons are all out of tune Shes skating on the ice in a glass And in the hands of a man That she kissed on a train The children have all gone into town To get candy and we are Alone in the house here And your eyes fall down on me And I belong only to you The water is filling my shoes In the wine of my heart theres a stone In a well made of bone that you bring to the pond And Im here in your pocket And curled up in a dollar And the chain from your watch Around my neck And Ill stay right here till its time The girls all knit in the shade Before the baby is made The branches bend down to the ground Here to swing on And Im lost in the blond summer grass And the train whistle blows And the carnival goes Till theres only the tickets and crows But the grass will all grow back And the branches spell Alice And I belong to you

Im singin this song, cause its time it was sung Ive been puttin it off for a while Cause its harder by now, and the truth is so clear That Im cryin when Im seein you smile So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then Ill be gone And every time that I tried to tell you that wed Lost the magic we had at the start I would weep in my heart when I looked in your eyes And Id search once again for the spark So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then Ill be gone For you know, that theres somethin callin me, dear And by morning Im sure to be gone For Im older than you, and you know oh so well That our time for the love was this song So goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then Ill be gone Now I can see by your eyes, that its time for to go So Ill leave you cryin in the rain Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy Honey, my heart was not born to be tamed And goodbye, so long, the road calls me, dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then Ill be gone Can I kiss you, and then Ill be gone

Its the wrong time and the wrong place Though your face is charming, its the wrong face Its not her face, but such a charming face That its all right with me Its the wrong song in the wrong style Though your smile is lovely, its the wrong smile Its not her smile, but a lovely smile And its all right with me You can not know how happy I am we met Im strangely attracted to you Theres someone Im trying so hard to forget Dont you want to forget someone too? And its the wrong game and the wrong chips Though your lips are tempting, its the wrong lips Theyre not her lips, but such tempting lips That its all right with me Its the wrong time and the wrong place Though your face is charming, its the wrong face Its not her face, but a charming face And its all right with me Its the wrong song in the wrong style Though your smile is lovely, its the wrong smile Its not her smile, but a lovely smile And its all right with me You can not know how happy I am we met Im strangely attracted to you Theres someone Im trying so hard to forget Dont you want to forget someone too? Its the wrong game and the wrong chips Though your lips are tempting, its the wrong lips Theyre not her lips, but theyre tempting lips And its all right with me And its all right, its all right Its all right with me Its all right with me Its the wrong time and the wrong place Though your lips are charming, its the wrong face Its not her face, but a charming face And its all right with me Its the wrong...

I put my chips on her shoulder Running in carnival time She bought the things that I told her They made her eyes sparkle and shine Together well ring in the new year I know that shell be my queen And if I fall asleep in your arms Please wake me up in my dreams Her outfit was all made of vinyl Like nothing that Ive ever seen When our divorces are final Shell fit right into my scheme Together well right in the new year I know that shell be my queen And if I fall asleep in your arms Please wake me up in my dreams

I know Ive been changed I know Ive been changed I know Ive been changed Angels in heaven Done sign my name Angels in heaven Done sign my name I know I got religion Lord knows Im not ashamed Well a holy ghost is my witness And the angels done sign my name Oh I said I know Ive been changed And I know Ive been changed yeah Know Ive been changed Angels in heaven Done sign my name Angels in heaven Done sign my name Lord knows Ive been converted Lord knows Ive been redeemed Well you can wake me up in the midnight hour Im gonna tell you just a what I seen I said I know Ive been changed And I know Ive been changed yeah Know Ive been changed Angels in heaven Done sign my name

Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip Cause it wasnt taking no lip from the night before And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up Like bounced checks rubbing their necks And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol Yeah, and the parking lots growled My old sport coat full of promissory notes And a receipt from a late night motel The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind And he got a message for you to beware Kicking your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion And dishing out more than a good man can bear And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is out Aint got a ghost of a chance with this old romance Just an apartment for rent down the block Ivar Theater with live burlesque Man, the managers scowling with his feet on the desk Boom boom against the curtain, youre still hurting, ay-ay And then push came to shove and shove came to biff Girls like that just lay you out stiff Maybe Ill go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something My brother-in-law lives there And its a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue Was that a Malibu? Vroooooom, vroooooom Yeah, its Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah Hey baby, why dont you come up to my place? Well listen to some smooth music on the stereo eh-he-he No thank you, she said, eh-he-he, you got any Stan Getz records? No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation Yeah baby, you put me on hold and Im out in the wind And its getting mighty cold Its colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups Pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills Well, I dont need you, baby You see, its a well-known fact, you know Im four sheets to the wind, Im glad youre gone Im glad youre gone, cause Im finally alone Glad youre gone, but I wish youd come home Yeah, and I struggled out of bed Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip And it wasnt taking no lip from the night before Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol And my old sport coat full of promissory notes And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind He got a message for you to beware Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion Hell be dishing out more than a good man can bear Well lets take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere

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 Our rings in the pawnshop the rains in the hull Down at the five point tyre stand Ill lose everything But I wont let go of your hand Well Peter denied and Judas betrayed Ill bear with the roll of the drum And the wind will tell the turn from the wheel And the watchman is making his rounds Well youll 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 the rope on cross-legged tree Signed with one-eyed Jacks blood From Temple and Union To LA and Grand Walking back home in the mud I must make my best of the only way home Molly deals only in stone Im lost on the midway, Im reckless in your eye Just give me a couple more throws Ill dare you to dine with a cross-legged knife 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

Muriel, since you left town, the clubs closed down Theres one more burned-out lamppost on Main Street Down where we used to stroll And Muriel, I still hit all the same old haunts And you follow me wherever I go And Muriel, I see you on a Saturday night In a penny arcade with your hair tied back And the diamond twinkle is in your eye Is the only wedding ring that Ill buy you, Muriel And Muriel, how many times Ive left this town To hide from your memory and it haunts me But I only get as far as the next whiskey bar I buy another cheap cigar and Ill see you every night Hey Muriel Muriel Hey buddy Got a light?

Theres a crooked street in Houston Town Its a well-worn path Ive traveled down Now theres ruin in my name I wish Id never got off the train And I wish Id listened to the words you said Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street, oh yeah Youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street Once I held you in my arms, I was sure Then I took that silent step through the gilded door But the desire to have much more All the glitter and the roar Now I know just where the sidewalk ends Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street, oh yeah Youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street When I was young, I thought only of getting out I said goodbye to my street, goodbye to my house Give a man gin, give a man cards Give him an inch, he takes a yard And I rue the day that I stepped off this train Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street, oh yeah Youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Cause youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with There was bad blood in him someway And he got into the magic bullets That lead straight to the Devils work Just like marijuana leads to heroin You think you can take them bullets and leave em, do you? Just save a few for your bad days Well well now, we all have those bad days When we cant hit for shit The more of them magics you use The more bad days you have without them So it comes down to finally All your days being bad without the bullets Its magics or nothing Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself Kid, youre hooked Heavy as lead And thats where old George found himself Out there at the crossroads Molding the Devils bullets Now a man figures its his bullets So itll take what he wants But it dont always work out that way You see, some bullets is special for a single target A certain stag or a certain person And no matter where you aim, thats where the bullet will end up And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowsers wand And points where the bullet wants to go George Schmidt was moving in a series of convulsive spasms Like someone in an epileptic fit With his face contorted and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse Bracing his legs, but something kept pulling him on Now he is picking up the skulls and makin a circle I guess old George didnt rightly know what he was getting himself into The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads

Well I got here at eight and Ill be here till two Ill try my best to entertain you And please dont mind me if I get a bit crude Im your late night evening prostitute So drink your Martinis and stare at the moon Dont mind me Ill continue to croon And dont mind me if I get a bit lewd Im your late night evening prostitute And dance, have a good time Ill continue to shine Yes dance, have a good time Dont mind me if I slip upon a rhyme Well I got here at eight and Ill be here till two Ill try my best to entertain you And please dont mind me if I get a bit crude Im your late night evening prostitute Im your late night evening prostitute

This is about a um...Id kinda reached the end of an emotional cul-de-sac one particular evening um Its a strange sort of evening, I ending up at a little fine old place called The Three little Pigs Well I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks and the The three little pigs and I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination From a double knit character in the corner

I stood on the roof of Stuarts old Dodge To get a better look at the Fledderjohns lodge Bait shop pistols and ammo too Nothing but books about World War II Rottweiler doberman, a Pinkerton guard I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard I aint allowed No, I aint allowed I said I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard I seen a python swallowing a doberman whole Piranha swimming in a mixing bowl Paper is full of stabbings, the sky is full of crows Shes singing in Italian while shes hanging out her clothes Carp in the bathtub and its raining real hard I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard I said that I aint allowed No, I aint allowed No, I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard Well a sailors ringing doorbells, the sinners in the pew Weather vane squeaking to the west I seen the cliffs of Dover and the deepest ocean blue One thing in the world I cant recommend to you Cause I aint allowed I said I aint allowed No I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard I said I aint allowed No, I aint allowed I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard I aint allowed I aint allowed I said I aint allowed in Buzz Fledderjohns yard

My head is spinning round My heart is in my shoes, yeah I went and set the Thames on fire, oh Now I must come back down Shes laughing in her sleeve boys I can feel it in my bones Oh, but anywhere, anywhere Im gonna lay my head Im gonna call my home Well I see that the world is upside-down Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold And now the clouds, well theyve covered over And the wind is blowing cold Well I dont need anybody Because I learned, I learned to be alone Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys Well I gonna call my home

I wanna tell you a story here Its about a place called Putnam County, yea Hows the service here? Its alright, they give you a beer and everything You dont got to pay or nothin Till they hit you up on the way out

I left New York In nineteen forty-nine To go across the country Without a dad-blamed dime Montana in the cold, cold fall Found my father in a gambling hall Father father Where have you been Ive been out in the world Since I was only ten Father father Where have you been Ive been out in the world Since I was only ten Dont worry about me About to die of 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 Or thick and thin Like being married to the little woman God he 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 So I left Montana On an old freight train The night my father died In the cold, cold rain Road to Opelousas Road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala Home Ill never be Road to Oklahoma Road to El Cajon Road to old Tehatchapi Road to San Antone Hey hey Road to Opelousas Road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala Home Ill never be Road to Oklahoma Road to El Cajon Road to old Tehatchapi Road to San Antone Home Ill never be

Inside a broken clock Splash the wine With all the rain dogs Taxi taxi taxi Wed rather walk Huddle a doorway With the rain dogs For I am a rain dog too I know how we danced And we swallowed the night Her long hair black as a raven I know how we danced And she whispered to me Well never be going back home I know how we danced And we swallowed the night Her long hair black as a raven I know how we danced And she whispered to me Well never be going back home Oh how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven I know how we danced And she whispered to me Well never be going back home

Good morning mister snip snip snip With your hair cut just as short as mine Good morning mister snip snip snip With your hair cut just as short as mine Bay rum lucky tiger butch wax cracker jacks Shoeshine jawbreaker magazine racks Hanging round the barber shop a side-burning close crop Morning Mr. Ferguson, whats the good word with you? Staying out of trouble like a good boy should I see youre still cutting hair, Im still cutting classes I got a couple passes to the ringle bros barn bail circus afternoon You lost a little round the middle and youre looking real good Sitting on the wagon instead of under the hood Whats the low-down Mr. Brown? I heard your boys leaving town I bought myself a struggle buggy suckers powder blue Throw me over the sports page, Cincinnati looking good I always been for Pittsburgh and I lay you 10 to 1 The Pirates get the pennant and the Series before theyre done The hairs getting longer, you know the skirts are getting shorter And dont you know that you can get a cheaper haircut If you wanna cross the border If your mama saw you smoking well shed kick your ass Now you put it out you juvenile and put it out fast Well if I had a million dollars what would I do Id probably be a barber not a bum like you Still got your paper route now thats just fine And you can pay me double because you gypped me last time And dont you know that you can keep a little circus money And spend it on a girl And just remember that I give the best haircuts In the whole wide world I give the best haircuts in the whole wide world Good morning mister snip snip snip With your hair cut just as short as mine Good morning mister snip snip snip With your hair cut just as short as mine

I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away I’m going away The cradle wants a baby, kitchen wants a pan The heart wants a certain kind of lover, if it can The ocean wants a sailor, a gun wants a hand Money wants a spender and the road wants a man Ill turn my face to the highway Ill turn my face to the highway Ill turn my face to the highway And Ill turn my back on you Devil wants a sinner, the sky wants a bird The table wants the dinner and the lips want a word Glass wants the wine, a fist wants to hurt A clock wants the time and the shovel wants to work Ill turn my face to the highway Ill turn my face to the highway Ill turn my face to the highway And Ill turn my back on you I’m going away I’m going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Coal wants a miner, soldier takes a stand The walls of the prison want a solitary man The window wants a curtain, the plow wants the land Diamond ring wants to fit upon the finger of her hand Ill turn my face to the highway Ill turn my face to the highway Ill turn my face to the highway And Ill turn my back on you Going away I’m going away I’m going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away Im going away

Im going straight to the top, whoa Im going where the air is fresh and clean Im going straight up to the top If you know me, you know what I mean I cant let Mister Sorrow try and pull ol Frankie down We live for tomorrow, I have found you Straight to the top Im going up where the air is fresh and clean I know Im never gonna stop Until I know, I know Im wild and free Hey, Im going straight up to the top And if you know me, you know what I mean I cant let ol Mister Sorrow try and pull me down I live for tomorrow, I have found you Im going straight to the top, whoa Im going up where the air is fresh and clean Yeah, whoa I cant let Mister Sorrow pull ol Frankie down We live for tomorrow, I have found you Straight to the top, oh yeah Up where the air is Up where the air is Up where the air is Up where the air is Up where the air is fresh and clean, whoa Whoa, how about that band? Whoa!

Well, I hope that I dont fall in love with you Falling in love just makes me blue Well, the music plays and you display your part for me to see I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me Still, I hope that I dont fall in love with you See, 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 Still, I hope that I dont fall in love with you I can see that you are lonesome just like me Yet indeed, would you like some some company Well, I turn around to look at you, you look back at me The guy youre with, hes up and split the chair next to yous free Now I hope that you dont fall in love with me Well, its closing time, 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 now I think that I just fell in love with you

Mocking bird high in a tree Looks like you got the best of me Mocking bird singing his song Well the mocking bird mocking me Now that youre gone Mocking bird high in loof Well hes blowing notes on top my roof Well mocking bird singing his song Well the mocking bird mocking me Now that youre gone Well mocking bird high in a tree Looking up at you, youre looking down at me And mocking bird high in loof Blowing notes on top of my roof Mocking bird high in tree Well looking up at you, looking down at me And mocking bird singing his song Well the mocking bird mocking me Now that youre gone Throwed some papers, tried to scare him away Just looked down at me and this is what he said And the mocking bird high in a tree Looks like you got the best of me Mocking bird singing his song Well the mocking bird mocking me Now that youre gone

Well I stood on the corner till my feet got wet I stood by the faucet till the sink filled up I stood by the window until the moon came up My baby bought a ticket long as my clothesline Na na na na na Na na na na na My baby went and left me in a 49 Ford Going down the highway in a 49 sword My baby ripped my heart out with every turn of the moon Somebody told me theres never been a rose without a thorn Na na na na na na Na na na na na na And I missed another ? of the doctors And if I was a tree, Id be a cut-down tree And if I was a bed, Id be an unmade bed Ill get my 32/20 and itll have to do Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Gone like the wind in the meadow and the rain on the hill You even left your lipstick and your powder and your blush Baby gonna leave me on a Greyhound bus The stars are melting all across the sky Na na na na na na Na na na na na na

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Knocky Parker told Bowlegged Sal They all know how to kick it in Cal Theyre playing this dope and this money tune Dancing baby with a seven-mile broom Things are bulging out the rafters like hell D-d-down there at the Hush Hotel Theyre jumping right out of their seats Dancing to the brand new beat Do the Metropolitan Glide Do the Metropolitan Glide The floor is polished and your Momma is gone You can quake and roll and moan Twenty-nine gypsies in a Cadillac stoned Turn off the ringer on your cellular phone Whip the air like a rainbow trout Drag your tailpipe till you bottom out Do the Metropolitan Glide Do the Metropolitan Glide Do the Metropolitan Glide Do the Metropolitan Glide The low bottom of the China moon The black swan and the way too soon Ace pocket and the dog bone gone The peacock and the mean black swan The rain shower and high-heeled shoe Bombay money and I know I can do it The sinkhole and the victory dance Its in the pocket in the real tight pants Do the Metropolitan Glide Do do do the Metropolitan Glide The Metropolitan The Metropolitan Show your teeth, bray like a calf You kill me with your machine gun laugh You make me tremble with the floor thats creaking Ive been ready to kaboom for a week Put on your stockings and your powder and blush Keep it all on the hush, hush, hush Do the Metropolitan Glide Do do the Metropolitan Glide Do the Metropolitan Glide Do the Metropolitan Glide The Metropolitan Do the Metropolitan Glide Do do