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Id like to find out what places shes been Whats behind her locked door Or better yet, know if Im out or Im in If the renovator still runs the top floor Perhaps she would say She was a student of hope And Im dangling from the end Of a disintegrating rope But I dont wish to spark off Her outraged imagination I dont wish to get into Any double-edged conversation Its a touchy situation Woah-oh-oh, yes Its a touchy situation Oh-oh-oh, yeah Someday Ill find out What Im now afraid to ask And Ill discover what lies there Beneath the doormats Perhaps she would say That Im just deathly afraid To see her make the same Mistake that I made And it might lead to Some sweet revelation She knows I hate Eating this conversation Its a touchy situation Woah-oh-oh, yes Its a touchy situation Oh-oh-oh, yeah I say, Are you doing well, baby? She says, Go ask your father I say, Give me yes, no, or maybe She says, Why should I bother? I say She says I say, oh Ill ask you tomorrow Ill ask you tomorrow If I could only break the code of her fears, I could Expose the secrets to the river of her tears Rattle her senses til shes blowin for a kiss, oh, hey Before shed exercise Those powers of manipulation Its a touchy situation Its a touchy situation Its a touchy situation Woah-oh-oh Its a touchy situation Woah-oh-oh Its a touchy situation Its a touchy situation Its a touchy situation Its a touchy situation

Well, its all of fair and handsome girl Shes all in her tender years She fell in love with a sailor boy Its true she loved him well For to go off to sea with him Like she did not know how She longed to see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o So she bargained with the sailor boy All for a piece of gold Straightaway then he led her Down into the hold Sayin, Ill dress you up in sailors clothes Your jacket shall be blue Youll see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o Now, when the other sailors heard the news Well, they fell into a rage And with all the ships company They were willing to engage Saying, Well tie her hands and feet, my boys Overboard well throw her Shell never see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o Now, when the captain he heard the news Well, he too fell in a rage And with the whole ships company He was willing to engage Sayin, Shell stay in sailors clothes Her color shall be blue Shell see that seaport town Call Canadee-i-o Now, when they come down to Canada Scarcely bout half a year Shes married this bold captain Who called her his dear Shes dressed in silks and satins now She cuts a gallant show Finest of the ladies Down Canadee-i-o Come, all you fair and tender girls Wheresoever you may be Id have you to follow your own true love Wheneer he goes to sea For if the sailors prove false to you Well, the captain, he might prove true Youll see the honor I have gained By the wearing of the blue

I didn’t know that you’d be leaving’ Or who you thought you were talking’ to I figure maybe we’re even Or maybe I’m one up on you I send you all my money Just like I did before I tried to reach you honey But you’re drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore Drifting too far from shore I ain’t gonna get lost in this current I don’t like playing cat and mouse No gentleman likes making love to a servant Especially when he’s in his father’s house I never could guess your weight, baby Never needed to call you my whore I always thought you were straight, baby But you’re drifting too far from shore Well these times and these tunnels are haunted The bottom of the barrel is too I waited years sometimes for what I wanted Everybody can’t be as lucky as you Never no more do I wonder Why you don’t never play with me anymore At any moment you could go under ’Cause you’re drifting too far from shore You and me we had completeness I give you all of what I could provide We weren’t on the wrong side, sweetness We were the wrong side I’ve already ripped out the phones, honey You can’t walk the streets in a war I can finish this alone honey You’re drifting too far from shore

Im glad for my songs to be honored like this. But you know, they didnt get here by themselves. Its been a long road and its taken a lot of doing. These songs of mine, theyre like mystery stories, the kind that Shakespeare saw when he was growing up. I think you could trace what I do back that far. They were on the fringes then, and I think theyre on the fringes now. And they sound like theyve been on the hard ground I should mention a few people along the way who brought this about. I know I should mention John Hammond, great talent scout for Columbia Records. He signed me to that label when I was nobody. It took a lot of faith to do that, and he took a lot of ridicule, but he was his own man and he was courageous. And for that, Im eternally grateful. The last person he discovered before me was Aretha Franklin, and before that Count Basie, Billie Holiday and a whole lot of other artists. All noncommercial artists Trends did not interest John, and I was very noncommercial but he stayed with me. He believed in my talent and thats all that mattered. I cant thank him enough for that Lou Levy runs Leeds Music, and they published my earliest songs, but I didnt stay there too long. Levy himself, he went back a long ways. He signed me to that company and recorded my songs and I sang them into a tape recorder. He told me outright, there was no precedent for what I was doing, that I was either before my time or behind it. And if I brought him a song like Stardust, hed turn it down because it would be too late He told me that if I was before my time -- and he didnt really know that for sure -- but if it was happening and if it was true, the public would usually take three to five years to catch up -- so be prepared. And that did happen. The trouble was, when the public did catch up I was already three to five years beyond that, so it kind of complicated it. But he was encouraging, and he didnt judge me, and Ill always remember him for that Artie Mogull at Witmark Music signed me next to his company, and he told me to just keep writing songs no matter what, that I might be on to something. Well, he too stood behind me, and he could never wait to see what Id give him next. I didnt even think of myself as a songwriter before then. Ill always be grateful for him also for that attitude I also have to mention some of the early artists who recorded my songs very, very early, without having to be asked. Just something they felt about them that was right for them. Ive got to say thank you to Peter, Paul and Mary, who I knew all separately before they ever became a group. I didnt even think of myself as writing songs for others to sing but it was starting to happen and it couldnt have happened to, or with, a better group They took a song of mine that had been recorded before that was buried on one of my records and turned it into a hit song. Not the way I would have done it -- they straightened it out. But since then hundreds of people have recorded it and I dont think that would have happened if it wasnt for them. They definitely started something for me The Byrds, the Turtles, Sonny & Cher -- they made some of my songs Top 10 hits but I wasnt a pop songwriter and I really didnt want to be that, but it was good that it happened. Their versions of songs were like commercials, but I didnt really mind that because 50 years later my songs were being used in the commercials. So that was good too. I was glad it happened, and I was glad theyd done it Pervis Staples and the Staple Singers -- long before they were on Stax they were on Epic and they were one of my favorite groups of all time. I met them all in 62 or 63. They heard my songs live and Pervis wanted to record three or four of them and he did with the Staples Singers. They were the type of artists that I wanted recording my songs Nina Simone. I used to cross paths with her in New York City in the Village Gate nightclub. These were the artists I looked up to. She recorded some of my songs that she to me. She was an overwhelming artist, piano player and singer. Very strong woman, very outspoken. That she was recording my songs validated everything that I was about Oh, and cant forget Jimi Hendrix. I actually saw Jimi Hendrix perform when he was in a band called Jimmy James and the Blue Flames -- something like that. And Jimi didnt even sing. He was just the guitar player. He took some small songs of mine that nobody paid any attention to and pumped them up into the outer limits of the stratosphere and turned them all into classics. I have to thank Jimi, too. I wish he was here Johnny Cash recorded some of my songs early on, too, up in about 63, when he was all skin and bones. He traveled long, he traveled hard, but he was a hero of mine. I heard many of his songs growing up. I knew them better than I knew my own. Big River, I Walk the Line. How highs the water, Mama? I wrote Its Alright Ma with that song reverberating inside my head. I still ask, How high is the water, mama? Johnny was an intense character. And he saw that people were putting me down playing electric music, and he posted letters to magazines scolding people, telling them to shut up and let him sing In Johnny Cashs world -- hardcore Southern drama -- that kind of thing didnt exist. Nobody told anybody what to sing or what not to sing. They just didnt do that kind of thing. Im always going to thank him for that. Johnny Cash was a giant of a man, the man in black. And Ill always cherish the friendship we had until the day there is no more days Oh, and Id be remiss if I didnt mention Joan Baez. She was the queen of folk music then and now. She took a liking to my songs and brought me with her to play concerts, where she had crowds of thousands of people enthralled with her beauty and voice People would say, What are you doing with that ragtag scrubby little waif? And shed tell everybody in no uncertain terms, Now you better be quiet and listen to the songs. We even played a few of them together. Joan Baez is as tough-minded as they come. Love. And shes a free, independent spirit. Nobody can tell her what to do if she doesnt want to do it. I learned a lot of things from her. A woman with devastating honesty. And for her kind of love and devotion, I could never pay that back LRelated Rare, unusual Beatles and Rolling Stones photos surface via eBay sale POP & HISS Rare, unusual Beatles and Rolling Stones photos surface via eBay sale SEE ALL RELATED 8 GRAMMYS 2015: Complete list | Show highlights | Quotes | Best & worst The secret Sinatra past of Bob Dylans new album The secret Sinatra past of Bob Dylans new album These songs didnt come out of thin air. I didnt just make them up out of whole cloth. Contrary to what Lou Levy said, there was a precedent. It all came out of traditional music: traditional folk music, traditional rock n roll and traditional big-band swing orchestra music I learned lyrics and how to write them from listening to folk songs. And I played them, and I met other people that played them back when nobody was doing it. Sang nothing but these folk songs, and they gave me the code for everything thats fair game, that everything belongs to everyone For three or four years all I listened to were folk standards. I went to sleep singing folk songs. I sang them everywhere, clubs, parties, bars, coffeehouses, fields, festivals. And I met other singers along the way who did the same thing and we just learned songs from each other. I could learn one song and sing it next in an hour if Id heard it just once If you sang John Henry as many times as me -- John Henry was a steel-driving man / Died with a hammer in his hand / John Henry said a man aint nothin but a man / Before I let that steam drill drive me down / Ill die with that hammer in my hand. If you had sung that song as many times as I did, youd have written How many roads must a man walk down? too Big Bill Broonzy had a song called Key to the Highway. Ive got a key to the highway / Im booked and Im bound to go / Gonna leave here runnin because walking is most too slow. I sang that a lot. If you sing that a lot, you just might write Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes He asked poor Howard where can I go Howard said there’s only one place I know Sam said tell me quick man I got to run Howard just pointed with his gun And said that way down on Highway 61 Youd have written that too if youd sang Key to the Highway as much as me Aint no use sit n cry / Youll be an angel by and by / Sail away, ladies, sail away. Im sailing away my own true love. Boots of Spanish Leather -- Sheryl Crow just sung that Roll the cotton down, aw, yeah, roll the cotton down / Ten dollars a day is a white mans pay / A dollar a day is the black mans pay / Roll the cotton down. If you sang that song as many times as me, youd be writing I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more, too I sang a lot of come all you songs. Theres plenty of them. Theres way too many to be counted. Come along boys and listen to my tale / Tell you of my trouble on the old Chisholm Trail. Or, Come all ye good people, listen while I tell / the fate of Floyd Collins a lad we all know well / The fate of Floyd Collins, a lad we all know well. Come all ye fair and tender ladies / Take warning how you court your men / Theyre like a star on a summer morning / They first appear and then theyre gone again. If youll gather round, people / A story I will tell / Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw / Oklahoma knew him well. If you sung all these come all ye songs all the time, youd be writing, Come gather round people where ever you roam, admit that the waters around you have grown / Accept that soon youll be drenched to the bone / If your time to you is worth saving / And you better start swimming or youll sink like a stone / The times they are a-changing. Youd have written them too. Theres nothing secret about it. You just do it subliminally and unconsciously, because thats all enough, and thats all I sang. That was all that was dear to me. They were the only kinds of songs that made sense When you go down to Deep Ellum keep your money in your socks / Women in Deep Ellum put you on the rocks. Sing that song for a while and you just might come up with, When youre lost in the rain in Juarez and its Easter time too / And your gravity fails and negativity dont pull you through / Don’t put on any airs / When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue / They got some hungry women there / And they really make a mess outta you. All these songs are connected. Dont be fooled. I just opened up a different door in a different kind of way. Its just different, saying the same thing. I didnt think it was anything out of the ordinary Well you know, I just thought I was doing something natural, but right from the start, my songs were divisive for some reason. They divided people. I never knew why. Some got angered, others loved them. Didnt know why my songs had detractors and supporters. A strange environment to have to throw your songs into, but I did it anyway Last thing I thought of was who cared about what song I was writing. I was just writing them. I didnt think I was doing anything different. I thought I was just extending the line. Maybe a little bit unruly, but I was just elaborating on situations. Maybe hard to pin down, but so what? A lot of people are hard to pin down. Youve just got to bear it. I didnt really care what Lieber and Stoller thought of my songs They didnt like em, but Doc Pomus did. That was all right that they didnt like em, because I never liked their songs either. Yakety yak, dont talk back. Charlie Brown is a clown, Baby Im a hog for you. Novelty songs. They werent saying anything serious. Docs songs, they were better. This Magic Moment. Lonely Avenue. Save the Last Dance for Me Those songs broke my heart. I figured Id rather have his blessings any day than theirs Ahmet Ertegun didnt think much of my songs, but Sam Phillips did. Ahmet founded Atlantic Records. He produced some great records: Ray Charles, Ray Brown, just to name a few There were some great records in there, no question about it. But Sam Phillips, he recorded Elvis and Jerry Lee, Carl Perkins and Johnny Cash. Radical eyes that shook the very essence of humanity. Revolution in style and scope. Heavy shape and color. Radical to the bone. Songs that cut you to the bone. Renegades in all degrees, doing songs that would never decay, and still resound to this day. Oh, yeah, Id rather have Sam Phillips blessing any day Merle Haggard didnt even think much of my songs. I know he didnt. He didnt say that to me, but I know . Buck Owens did, and he recorded some of my early songs. Merle Haggard -- Mama Tried, The Bottle Let Me Down, Im a Lonesome Fugitive. I cant imagine Waylon Jennings singing The Bottle Let Me Down. Together Again? Thats Buck Owens, and that trumps anything coming out of Bakersfield. Buck Owens and Merle Haggard? If you have to have somebodys blessing -- you figure it out Oh, yeah. Critics have been giving me a hard time since Day One. Critics say I cant sing. I croak. Sound like a frog. Why dont critics say that same thing about Tom Waits? Critics say my voice is shot. That I have no voice. What dont they say those things about Leonard Cohen? Why do I get special treatment? Critics say I cant carry a tune and I talk my way through a song. Really? Ive never heard that said about Lou Reed. Why does he get to go scot-free? Yep. A more gracious way to lament or woe is me the bad reviews: I have to die a little Between each murderous thought And when Im finished thinking I have to die a lot Theres torture and theres killing And theres all my bad reviews The war,... What have I done to deserve this special attention? No vocal range? Whens the last time you heard Dr. John? Why dont you say that about him? Slur my words, got no diction. Have you people ever listened to Charley Patton or Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters. Talk about slurred words and no diction. doesnt even matter Why me, Lord? I would say that to myself Critics say I mangle my melodies, render my songs unrecognizable. Oh, really? Let me tell you something. I was at a boxing match a few years ago seeing Floyd Mayweather fight a Puerto Rican guy. And the Puerto Rican national anthem, somebody sang it and it was beautiful. It was heartfelt and it was moving After that it was time for our national anthem. And a very popular soul-singing sister was chosen to sing. She sang every note -- that exists, and some that dont exist. Talk about mangling a melody. You take a one-syllable word and make it last for 15 minutes? She was doing vocal gymnastics like she was on a trapeze act. But to me it was not funny Where were the critics? Mangling lyrics? Mangling a melody? Mangling a treasured song? No, I get the blame. But I dont really think I do that. I just think critics say I do Sam Cooke said this when told he had a beautiful voice: He said, Well thats very kind of you, but voices ought not to be measured by how pretty they are. Instead they matter only if they convince you that they are telling the truth. Think about that the next time you Times always change. They really do. And you have to always be ready for something thats coming along and you never expected it. Way back when, I was in Nashville making some records and I read this article, a Tom T. Hall interview. Tom T. Hall, he was bitching about some kind of new song, and he couldnt understand what these new kinds of songs that were coming in were about Now Tom, he was one of the most preeminent songwriters of the time in Nashville. A lot of people were recording his songs and he himself even did it. But he was all in a fuss about James Taylor, a song James had called Country Road. Tom was going off in this interview -- But James dont say nothing about a country road. Hes just says how you can feel it on the country road. I dont understand that. Now some might say Tom is a great songwriter. Im not going to doubt that. At the time he was doing this interview I was actually listening to a song of his on the radio It was called I Love. I was listening to it in a recording studio, and he was talking about all the things he loves, an everyman kind of song, trying to connect with people. Trying to make you think that hes just like you and youre just like him. We all love the same things, and were all in this together. Tom loves little baby ducks, slow-moving trains and rain. He loves old pickup trucks and little country streams. Sleeping without dreams. Bourbon in a glass. Coffee in a cup. Tomatoes on the vine, and onions Now listen, Im not ever going to disparage another songwriter. Im not going to do that. Im not saying its a bad song. Im just saying it might be a little overcooked. But, you know, it was in the top 10 anyway. Tom and a few other writers had the whole Nashville scene sewed up in a box. If you wanted to record a song and get it in the top 10 you had to go to them, and Tom was one of the top guys. They were all very comfortable, doing their thing This was about the time that Willie Nelson picked up and moved to Texas. About the same time. Hes still in Texas. Everything was very copacetic. Everything was all right until -- until -- Kristofferson came to town. Oh, they aint seen anybody like him. He came into town like a wildcat, flew his helicopter into Johnny Cashs backyard like a typical songwriter. And he went for the throat. Sunday Morning Coming Down. Well, I woke up Sunday morning Grammys 2014: MusiCares gala celebrates the music of Carole King Grammys 2014: MusiCares gala celebrates the music of Carole King With no way to hold my head that didnt hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasnt bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet Found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day You can look at Nashville pre-Kris and post-Kris, because he changed everything. That one song ruined Tom T. Halls poker parties. It might have sent him to the crazy house. God forbid he ever heard any of my songs You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked You say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what youre gonna say When you get home You know something is happening here But you don’t know what it is LRelated Rare, unusual Beatles and Rolling Stones photos surface via eBay sale POP & HISS Rare, unusual Beatles and Rolling Stones photos surface via eBay sale SEE ALL RELATED 8 Do you, Mister Jones? If Sunday Morning Coming Down rattled Toms cage, sent him into the looney bin, my song surely would have made him blow his brains out, right there in the minivan. Hopefully he didnt hear it I just released an album of standards, all the songs usually done by Michael Buble, Harry Connick Jr., maybe Brian Wilsons done a couple, Linda Ronstadt done em. But the reviews of their records are different than the reviews of my record In their reviews no one says anything. In my reviews, theyve got to look under every stone when it comes to me. Theyve got to mention all the songwriters names. Well thats OK with me. After all, theyre great songwriters and these are standards. Ive seen the reviews come in, and theyll mention all the songwriters in half the review, as if everybody knows them. Nobodys heard of them, not in this time, anyway. Buddy Kaye, Cy Coleman, Carolyn Leigh, to name a few CComments @studiocity2 Yep. A more gracious way to lament or woe is me the bad reviews: I have to die a little Between each murderous thought And when Im finished thinking I have to die a lot Theres torture and theres killing And theres all my bad reviews The war,... RICHARDOVICH AT 1:43 PM FEBRUARY 09, 2015 ADD A COMMENTSEE ALL COMMENTS 45 But, you know, Im glad they mention their names, and you know what? Im glad they got their names in the press. It might have taken some time to do it, but theyre finally there. I can only wonder why it took so long. My only regret is that theyre not here to see it Traditional rock n roll, were talking about that. Its all about rhythm. Johnny Cash said it best: Get rhythm. Get rhythm when you get the blues. Very few rock n roll bands today play with rhythm. They dont know what it is. Rock n roll is a combination of blues, and its a strange thing made up of two parts. A lot of people dont know this, but the blues, which is an American music, is not what you think it is. Its a combination of Arabic violins and Strauss waltzes working it out. But its true The other half of rock n roll has got to be hillbilly. And thats a derogatory term, but it ought not to be. Thats a term that includes the Delmore Bros., Stanley Bros., Roscoe Holcomb, Clarence Ashley ... groups like that. Moonshiners gone berserk. Fast cars on dirt roads. Thats the kind of combination that makes up rock n roll, and it cant be cooked up in a science laboratory or a studio You have to have the right kind of rhythm to play this kind of music. If you cant hardly play the blues, how do you those other two kinds of music in there? You can fake it, but you cant really do it Critics have made a career out of accusing me of having a career of confounding expectations. Really? Because thats all I do. Thats how I think about it. Confounding expectations What do you do for a living, man? Oh, I confound expectations. Youre going to get a job, the man says, What do you do? Oh, confound expectations.: And the man says, Well, we already have that spot filled. Call us back. Or dont call us, well call you. Confounding expectations. What does that mean? Why me, Lord? Id confound them, but I dont know how to do it. The Blackwood Bros. have been talking to me about making a record together. That might confound expectations, but it shouldnt. Of course it would be a gospel album. I dont think it would be anything out of the ordinary for me. Not a bit. One of the songs Im thinking about singing is Stand By Me by the Blackwood Brothers. Not Stand By Me the pop song. No. The real Stand By Me. The real one goes like this: When the storm of life is raging / Stand by me / When the storm of life is raging / Stand by me / When the world is tossing me / Like a ship upon the sea / Thou who rulest wind and water / Stand by me In the midst of tribulation / Stand by me / In the midst of tribulation / Stand by me / When the hosts of hell assail / And my strength begins to fail / Thou who never lost a battle / Stand by me In the midst of faults and failures / Stand by me / In the midst of faults and failures / Stand by me / When I do the best I can / And my friends dont understand / Thou who knowest all about me / Stand by me Thats the song. I like it better than the pop song. If I record one by that name, thats going to be the one. Im also thinking of recording a song, not on that album, though: Oh Lord, Please Dont Let Me Be Misunderstood. Anyway, why me, Lord. What did I do? Anyway, Im proud to be here tonight for MusiCares. Im honored to have all these artists singing my songs. Theres nothing like that. Great artists. . Theyre all singing the truth, and you can hear it in their voices Im proud to be here tonight for MusiCares. I think a lot of this organization. Theyve helped many people. Many musicians who have contributed a lot to our culture. Id like to personally thank them for what they did for a friend of mine, Billy Lee Riley. A friend of mine who they helped for six years when he was down and couldnt work. Billy was a son of rock n roll, obviously He was a true original. He did it all: He played, he sang, he wrote. He would have been a bigger star but Jerry Lee came along. And you know what happens when someone like that comes along. You just dont stand a chance So Billy became what is known in the industry -- a condescending term, by the way -- as a one-hit wonder. But sometimes, just sometimes, once in a while, a one-hit wonder can make a more powerful impact than a recording star whos got 20 or 30 hits behind him. And Billys hit song was called Red Hot, and it was red hot. It could blast you out of your skull and make you feel happy about it. Change your life He did it with style and grace. You wont find him in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Hes not there. Metallica is. Abba is. Mamas and the Papas -- I know theyre in there. Jefferson Airplane, Alice Cooper, Steely Dan -- Ive got nothing against them. Soft rock, hard rock, psychedelic pop. I got nothing against any of that stuff, but after all, it is called the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Billy Lee Riley is not there. Yet Id see him a couple times a year and wed always spent time together and he was on a rockabilly festival nostalgia circuit, and wed cross paths now and again. Wed always spend time together. He was a hero of mine. Id heard Red Hot. I must have been only 15 or 16 when I did and its impressed me to this day Yep. A more gracious way to lament or woe is me the bad reviews: I have to die a little Between each murderous thought And when Im finished thinking I have to die a lot Theres torture and theres killing And theres all my bad reviews The war,... I never grow tired of listening to it. Never got tired of watching Billy Lee perform, either. We spent time together just talking and playing into the night. He was a deep, truthful man. He wasnt bitter or nostalgic. He just accepted it. He knew where he had come from and he was content with who he was And then one day he got sick. And like my friend John Mellencamp would sing -- because John sang some truth today -- one day you get sick and you dont get better. Thats from a song of his called Life is Short Even on Its Longest Days. Its one of the better songs of the last few years, actually. I aint lying And I aint lying when I tell you that MusiCares paid for my friends doctor bills, and helped him to get spending money. They were able to at least make his life comfortable, tolerable to the end. That is something that cant be repaid. Any organization that would do that would have to have my blessing Im going to get out of here now. Im going to put an egg in my shoe and beat it. I probably left out a lot of people and said too much about some. But thats OK. Like the spiritual song, Im still just crossing over Jordan too. Lets hope we meet again. Sometime. And we will, if, like Hank Williams said, the good Lord willing and the creek dont rise.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark As the night comes in falling The dogs will lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind For Im one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind From the crossroads of my doorstep My eyes they start to fade As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid And I gaze back to the street The sidewalk and the sign Its a restless hungry feeling That dont mean no one no good When everything Im saying You can say it just as good Youre right from your side Im right from mine

Well, I’m standin on the highway Tryin to bum a ride, tryin to bum a ride Tryin to bum a ride Well, I’m standin on the highway Tryin to bum a ride, tryin to bum a ride Tryin to bum a ride Nobody seem to know me Everybody pass me by Well, I’m standin on the highway Tryin to hold up, tryin to hold up Tryin to hold up and be brave Well, I’m standin on the highway Tryin to hold up, tryin to hold up and be brave One road’s going to the bright lights The other’s going down to my grave Well, I’m standin on the highway Vision clear Well, I’m standin on the highway Vision clear Everybody passin me by Nobody seem to know Im here Well, I’m lookin down at two cards They seem to be handmade Well, I’m lookin down at two cards They seem to be handmade One looks like it’s the ace of diamonds The other looks like it is the ace of spades Well, I’m standin on the highway Watchin my life roll by Well, I’m standin on the highway Tryin to bum a ride Well, I’m standin on the highway Tryin to bum a ride

Id like another Bourbon Street oh so sweet Hold that down, you better keep it neat For when its over, it was incomplete Oh, I took it down and said, oh, oh have a seat But I dont live down on Bourbon Street No more, no more, no more, no more No, I dont live on Bourbon Street no more Bourbon Street lordy-town You better keep it sweet Put all your loving apples on your feet But I dont even mind if you want to scratch your feet You can bag it down in butter, butter sweet Now dont on my Bourbon Street Now, Bourbon Street A happiness will get you, Bourbon Street The girls they wont forget you down at Bourbon Street Here they come now Here they come now Here they come now Oh them little girls Well, I went down a-looking for Bourbon Street I look a-high and low and then it took me off my feet Bourbon Street Oh man, let me tell ya, Bourbon Street Mister bartender, I’ll have another Bourbon Street Oh play it pretty now, boys! Ah, sounds marvelous Oh, shit Yes, yes Yes a ton of joy Oh, I can’t take it no more Well let me tell ya, Bourbon Street Let me have another Bourbon Street Tell me young brother I want a Bourbon Street I want a Bourbon Street now Mister bartender, I’ll have.. I’ll have another Bourbon Street

Intéressé par lexplication des paroles de cette chanson ou dautres ? Venez faire lanalyse des textes avec nous ! Come gather around people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth saving Then you better start swimming Or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changing Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again And don’t speak too soon For the wheel’s still in spin And there’s no telling who that it’s naming For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changing Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don’t stand in the doorway Don’t block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There’s a battle outside and it is raging It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changing Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don’t criticize What you can’t understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly aging Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changing The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is rapidly fading And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changing

Everybodys building ships and boats Some are building monuments Others, jotting down notes Everybodys in despair Every girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here Everybodys gonna jump for joy Oh, come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Oh yknow, I like to do just like the rest Yknow, I like my sugar sweet But jumping queues and making haste Yknow, aint my cup of meat Everybodys out there Feeding pigeons out on a limb When Quinn the Eskimo gets here The pigeons gonna run to him Oh, come all without, come all within Yeah, youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Whoah, guitar now Cats mew and cows meow Yknow, I can recite em all Tell me where it hurts you, honey Ill tell you who to call Nobody can get any sleep Yknow their stepping on everybodys toes Quinn the Eskimo gets here Everybodys gonna wanna dose Oh, come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Oh, come all without, come all within Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

Come all ye fair and tender ladies Be careful how you court young men Theyre like a star on a summers morning Theyll first appear and then theyre gone Theyll tell you some loving story Theyll declare to you their love is true Then they will go and court some other And thats the love they have for you Do you remember our days of courting When your head lay upon my breast You could make me believe with falling of your arm That the sun rose in the West I wish I was a little sparrow And I had wings with which to fly Right over to see my false true-lover And when hes talking Id be nigh But Im not a little sparrow I have no wings with which to fly So I sit here in grief and sorrow To weep and pass my troubles by If I had known before I courted That love was such a killing thing Id a-locked my heart in a box of golden And fastened it up with a silver pin

There must be some kind of way out of here, Said the joker to the thief Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief Business men – they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None will level on the line Nobody of it is worth. No reason to get excited, The thief – he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I weve been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hours getting late. All along the watchtower Princess kept the view While all the women came And went bare-foot servants too Outside in the distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl All along the watchtower Princess kept the view While all the women came And went bare-foot servants too Outside in the distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl

The memories still hold us together No matter if were young or old As long as theres music well all live forever In the spirit of rock and roll Once its in your blood You wont be the same no more Reaching every land From L.A. to Tokyo Its in the heart of every boy and girl Everywhere all around the world The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll You know Chuck, Buddy, and Elvis paved the road The roots are deep inside us Its the rythm in our soul Now its the heart thats behind the beat The only sound that is complete The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll Can you hear it Rockin to the beachy type the spirit The spirit the spirit Its in the heart of every boy and girl Everywhere around the world The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll The spirit the spirit The spirit of rock n roll

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rolling high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps Well meet on edges, soon,said I Proud neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth Rip down all hate,I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now In a soldiers stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that Id become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then Im younger than that now

The trail is dark and dusty The road is kinda rough But the road up yonder With the cinders on the side Trails of trouble And your roads of battle And your paths of victory We shall walk I walked out to the valley And turned my head up high Seen that silver linin It was hangin in the sky Trails of troubles And your roads of battles In the paths of victory We shall walk The mountain was a-movin The hummin of its wheels Told me of the new day It was coming across the fields Trails of troubles And roads of battles They lead paths of victory We shall walk The gravel road is bumpy Its a hard old road to ride But the good road is waitin And boys, it aint far off Trails of trouble And your roads of battle They lead paths of victory We shall walk

Well it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe Ifn you dont know by now It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe Itll never do, somehow When the rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and Ill be gone Youre the reason Im traveling on But dont think twice, its alright Aint no use in turning on your light, babe That light I never knowed Aint no use in turning on your light, babe Im on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was something you would do or say To try & make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talking anyway So dont think twice, its all right It aint no use in calling out my name, gal Like you never done before It aint no use in calling out my name, gal I cant hear anymore Im sitting and a wondering, walking down the road I once loved a woman - a child I am told I give her my heart, but she wanted my soul But dont think twice, its alright So long honey babe Where Im bound, I cant tell Goodbye is too good a word babe So Ill just say, Fare thee well. I aint saying you treated me unkind You could done better but, I dont mind You just kind of wasted my precious time But dont think twice, its alright

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, youd better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are coming through And its all over now, Baby Blue The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets This sky, too, is folding under you And its all over now, Baby Blue All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home Your empty-handed armies are all going home The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor The carpet, too, is moving under you And its all over now, Baby Blue Leave your stepping stones behind you, something calls for you Forget the dead youve left, they will not follow you The vagabond whos rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore Strike another match, go start anew And its all over now, Baby Blue

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me I dreamt, I was walkin into World War III I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say He said, It was a bad dream I wouldnt worry bout it none, though They were my own dreams And theyre only in my head I said, Hold it, doc, a World War passed through my brain He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boys insane He grabbed my arm, I said Ouch As I landed on the psychiatric couch He said, Tell me about it Well, the whole thing started at 3 oclock fast It was all over by quarter past I was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover Wonderin who turned the lights on us Well, I got up and walked around And up and down the lonesome town I stood a-wonderin which way to go I lit a cigarette on a parkin meter And walked on down the road, it was a normal day Well, I rung me fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell Give me a string bean, Im a hungry man Shotgun fired and away I ran I dont blame em too much though They didnt know me Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man, I said, Howdy friend I guess theres just us two He screamed a bit and away he flew Thought I was a communist Well, I spied me a girl and before she could leave Say, Lets go and play Adam and Eve I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin When she said, Hey man, you crazy or sumpin You see what happened last time they started Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun I got into the drivers seat And I drove down 42nd street, in my Cadillac Good car to drive after a war Well, I remember seein some ad So I turned on my Conelrad But I didnt pay my Con Ed bill So the radio didnt work so well Turned on my player It was rock-a-day, Johnny singin Tell your ma, tell your pa Our loves are gonna grow ooh-wah, ooh-wah I was feelin kinda lonesome and blue I needed somebody to talk to So I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind When you hear the beep, it will be three oclock She said that for over an hour and I hung it up Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then Sayin, Hey, Ive been havin the same old dreams But mine was a little different you see I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me I didnt see you around Well, now time passed and now it seems Everybodys havin them dreams Everybody sees themselves Walkin around with no one else Half of the people can be part right all of the time Some of the people can be all right part of the time But all of the people cant be all right all of the time I think Abraham Lincoln said that Ill let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours I said that

You say you love me And youre thinkin of me But you know you could be wrong You say you told me That you wanna hold me But you know youre not that strong I just cant do what I done before I just cant beg you any more Im gonna let you pass And Ill go last Then time will tell just who fell And whos been left behind When you go your way and I go mine You say you disturb me And you dont deserve me But you know sometimes you lie You say youre shakin And youre always achin But you know how hard you try Sometimes it gets so hard to care It cant be this way evrywhere And Im gonna let you pass Yes, and Ill go last Then time will tell just who fell And whos been left behind When you go your way and I go mine The judge, he holds a grudge Hes gonna call on you But hes badly built And he walks on stilts Watch out he dont fall on you You say youre sorry For tellin stories That you know I believe are true You say ya got some Other kinda lover And yes, I believe you do You say my kisses are not like his But this time Im not gonna tell you why that is Im just gonna let you pass Yes, and Ill go last Then time will tell who fell And whos been left behind When you go your way and I go mine

Kom mensen en luister en hou nu je bek Het water dat komt jullie al tot je nek En geef toe dat je nat bent, doorweekt tot je hemd Probeer het maar niet te vermijden En wie niet wil verzuipen is wijs als hij zwemt Want er komen andere tijden Kom schrijvers, geleerden, profeten op papier De kans komt niet weer, dus kijk maar eens hier En zeg nog maar niks, de roulette draait nog door En de winnaar is niet te bestrijden Maar hij die straks wint, is wie gisteren verloor Want er komen andere tijden Komen heren regeerders, partij-jongens kom En blijf daar niet hangen en kijk niet zo stom Want hij die blijft zeuren is hij die crepeert De legers buiten strijden Op het slagveld wordt ieder van jullie verteerd Want er komen andere tijden Kom vaders en moeders, kom hier en hoor toe Wij zijn jullie praatjes en wetten zo moe Je zoons en je dochters die haten gezag Je moraal die verveelt ons al tijden En vlieg op als de wereld van nu je niet mag Want er komen andere tijden De streep is getrokken, de vloek is gelegd Op alles wat vals is en krom en onecht Jullie mooie verleden was bloedig en laks Wij zullen die fouten vermijden En de man bovenaan is de laagste van straks Want er komen andere tijden

I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas And theyre driving me insane Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more Well, he throws you a penny And he thinks hes so kind He asks you with a grin If youre having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I aint gonna work for Maggies brother more I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Front stands behind closed doors I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Well, when she talks to all the servants About man and God and law Everybody says that Shes the brains behind it all Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes fifty-four I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more Well, I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They say sing while you slave and I just get bored I aint gonna work on Maggies farm no more

If your memory serves you well We were going to meet again and wait So Im going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will comfort you With another tale to tell You know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well Wheels on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your memory serves you well I was going to confiscate your lace And wrap it up in a sailors knot And hide it in your case If I knew for sure that it was yours But it was, oh, so hard to tell You know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well Wheels on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your memory serves you well Then youll remember youre the one Who called on them to call on him To get you your favors done But after every plan had failed There was nothing more to tell You know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well Wheels on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode

Im a rolling stone, all alone and lost For a life of sin, I have paid the cost When I pass by, all the people say Just another guy on the lost highway. Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine And a womans lies make a life like mine Oh, the day we met, I went astray I started rollin down that lost highway I was just a lad, nearly twenty-two Im a rolling stone, all alone and lost For a life of sin, I have paid the cost When I pass by, all the people say Just another guy on the lost highway. Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine And a womans lies make a life like mine Oh, the day we met, I went astray I started rollin down that lost highway I was just a lad, nearly twenty-two Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you And now Im lost, too late to pray Lord, Ive paid the cost on the lost highway Now, boys, dont start your ramblin round On this road of sin or youre sorrow bound Take my advice or youll curse the day You started rollin down that lost highway And now Im lost, too late to pray Lord, Ive paid the cost on the lost highway Now, boys, dont start your ramblin round On this road of sin or youre sorrow bound Take my advice or youll curse the day You started rollin down that lost highway

One for the road One for my baby One for the road I cry alone at night Please tell me its only night And shes calling me back at night And shes already home One for my baby One for the road One for my baby One for the road I cry alone at night There is no friend in sight I love getting back at night But I wish I dont One for my baby One for the road One for my baby One for the road This bottle is dried up too And Ill be all cried up soon I cant see no God on the moon Its a long way to go One for my baby One for the road One for my baby One for the road I cry alone at night Hes not alone at night Ill be there my whole night But I wish it was whole One for my baby One for the road One for my baby One for the road

Well, I was feeling sad and feeling’ blue I didn’t know what in the world I wus gonna do Them Communists they wus coming around They wus in the air They wus on the ground They wouldn’t give me no peace So I run down most hurriedly And joined up with the John Birch Society I got me a secret membership card And started off a-walking down the road Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now! Look out you Commies! Now we all agree with Hitler’s views Although he killed six million Jews It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist At least you can’t say he was a Communist! That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria Well, I woos looking everywhere for them gol-darned Reds I got up in the morning and looked under my bed Looked in the sink, behind the door Looked in the glove compartment of my car Couldn’t find them I woos looking high and low for them Reds everywhere I woos looking in the sink and underneath the chair I looked way up my chimney hole I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl They got away Well, I woos sitting home alone and started to sweat Figured they woos in my T.V. set Peeked behind the picture frame Got a shock from my feet, hitting right up in the brain Them Reds caused it! I know they did them hard-core ones Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered they woos red stripes on the American flag! That old Betsy Ross Well, I investigated all the books in the library Ninety percent of them gotta be burned away I investigated all the people that I know Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go The other two percent are fellow Birchers just like me Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy To my knowledge there’s just one man That’s really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell I know for a fact he hates Commies because he picketed the movie Exodus Well, I finally started thinking straight When I run out of things to investigate Couldn’t imagine doing anything else So now I’m sitting home investigating myself! Hope I don’t find out anything hmm, great God!

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Motherless children run a hard road, a hard road, a hard road Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Your father will do the best he can when your mother is dead Your father will do the best he can when your mother is dead Your father will do the best he can, but he just does not understand Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Now, theres some people say your sister might do when your mother is dead Now, theres some people say your sister might do when your mother is dead Some people say your sister will do; soon as she married, turn her back on you Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead You can dig my grave with a bloody spade when Im dead You can dig my grave with a bloody spade when Im dead You can dig my grave with a bloody spade; see that my digger gets well paid Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Jesus wont be no mother to you when your mother is dead Jesus wont be no mother to you when your mother is dead Jesus wont be no mother to you; his trials and tribulations wont see you through Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead

Fare thee well, my own true love Im leavin in the first hour of the morn Im bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ So, fare thee well, my own true love Well meet another day, another time Its not the leavin thats grievin me But my true love whose bound to stay behind The weather is against me and the wind blows hard And the rain, shes a-turnin into hail But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West Though Im travelin the path-beaten trail Ill write you a letter from time to time As Im ramblin you can travel with me too With my hands in my head and my heart, my love I will send what I know back home to you So, fare thee well, my own true love Well meet another day, another time Its not the leavin thats grievin me But my true love whose bound to stay behind Theres a place that Ive heard of where I might as well be bound Its down around the Mexican plain And they say that the people are all friendly down there All they ask of you is your name Ill tell you of the laughter and the troubles Be their somebody elses or my own With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high I will travel unnoticed and unknown So, fare thee well, my own true love Well meet another day, another time Its not the leavin thats grievin me But my true love whose bound Bound to stay behind

Well I told my baby I said Baby, I know Where you been Well, I know who you are And what league you played in You wanna ramble To the break of dawn You wanna ramble To the break of dawn You wanna ramble To the break of dawn Well, the night is so empty So quiet and still For only fifteen Hundred dollars You can have anybody killed You wanna ramble To the break of dawn You wanna ramble To the break of dawn You wanna ramble To the break of dawn Well, I told my baby Further down the line I said, What happens tomorrow Is on your head, not mine You wanna ramble To the break of dawn You wanna ramble To the break of dawn You wanna ramble To the break of dawn

If youre traveling in the north country fair Where the wind hits heavy on the borderline Remember me to the one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine If you go where the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and the summer ends Please see for me she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howling winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hairs hanging long Thats the way I remember her best Im wondering if she remembers me at all Many times Ive often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day If youre traveling in the north country fair Where the wind hits heavy on the borderline Remember me to the one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls whom already have been sold “Arise, arise,” he cried so loud in a voice without restraint “Come out, you gifted kings and queens, and hear my sad complaint No martyr is among you now who you can call your own So go on your way accordingly, but know you’re not alone” I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive with fiery breath And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger, so alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried

It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you dont know by now It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe Itll never do somehow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m travelling on Don’t think twice, it’s all right And it aint no use in turning on your light, babe The light Ive never knowed It aint no use in turning on your light, babe I’m on the dark side of the road But I wish there was something youd do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talking anyway But don’t think twice, it’s all right It aint no use in calling out my name, girl Like youve never done before It aint no use in calling out my name, girl I can’t hear you anymore I’m thinking and wondering, walking down the road I once loved a woman, a child I’m told I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul Don’t think twice, it’s all right I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul Don’t think twice, it’s all right

Come around you rovin’ gamblers and a story I will tell About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well His name was Will O’Conley and he gambled all his life He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards He had the reputation as the gamblin’est man around Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows Sailin’ down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans They’re still talkin’ about their card game on that Jackson River Queen “I’ve come to win some money,” Gamblin’ Willie says When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week Nine hundred miners had laid their money down When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true He supported all his children and all their mothers too He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew Whether he was bluffin’ or whether he was true He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn’t even have a pair And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows It was late one evenin’ during a poker game A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate When Willie’s cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows So all you rovin’ gamblers, wherever you might be The moral of the story is very plain to see Make your money while you can, before you have to stop For when you pull that dead man’s hand, your gamblin’ days are up And it’s ride, Willie, ride Roll, Willie, roll Wherever you are a-gamblin’ now, nobody really knows

Crickets are chirpin the water is high Theres a soft cotton dress on the line hangin dry Windows wide open African trees Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note Shes gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody seem him hangin around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask Somebody said, from the Bible he quote There was dust on the man in the long black coat Preacher was talkin theres a sermon he gave He said every mans conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When its you who must keep it satisfied It aint easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She give her heart to the man in the long black coat One, two... There are no mistakes in life some people say Its true sometimes you can see it that way People dont live or die, people just float She give her heart to the man in the long black coat Theres smoke on the water, its been there since June Tree trunks uprooted in the high crescent moon Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin force Somebodys out there beating on a dead horse She never said nothin, there was nothin she wrote Shes gone with the man in the long black coat Shes gone with the man in the long black coat Shes gone Shes gone Gone with the man in the long black coat Gone with the man in the long black coat

Man thinks cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please And if things dont change soon, he will Oh, man has invented his doom First step was touching the moon Now, theres a woman on my block She just sit there as the night grows still She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life And they set him on a path where hes bound to get ill Then they bury him with stars Sell his body like they do used cars Now, theres a woman on my block She just sit there facin the hill She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, hes hell-bent for destruction, hes afraid and confused And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill All he believes are his eyes And his eyes, they just tell him lies But theres a woman on my block Sitting there in a cold chill She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker Heartbreaker, backbreaker Leave no stone unturned May be an actor in a plot That might be all that you got Til your error you clearly learn Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection, hes fulfilled Oh, man is opposed to fair play He wants it all and he wants it his way Now, theres a woman on my block She just sit there as the night grows still She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Well, it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe Even if you dont know by now And it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe Itll never do somehow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and Ill be gone Youre the reason Im traveling on But dont think twice, its all right And it aint no use in turning on your light, babe The light I never know And it aint no use in turning on your light, babe Im on the dark side of the road But I wish there was something I could do or say And try to make you change your mind and stay We never did too much talking anyway Dont think twice, its all right So it aint no use in calling out my namе, gal Like you never donе before And it aint no use in calling out my name, gal I cant hear you anymore Im thinking and wondering all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child, Im told I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul But dont think twice, its all right So long, honey babe Where Im bound, I cant tell Goodbyes too good a word, babe So Ill just say, Fare thee well I aint saying you treated me unkind You couldve done better, but I dont mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But dont think twice, its all right

Get you a copper kettle Get you a copper coil Fill it with new made corn mash And never more youll toil Youll just lay there by the juniper While the moon is bright Watch them jugs a-filling In the pale moonlight Build you a fire with hickory Hickory, ash, and oak Dont use no green or rotten wood Itll get you by the smoke Well just lay there by the juniper While the moon is bright Watch them jugs a-filling In the pale moonlight My daddy, he made whiskey My granddaddy, he did too We aint paid no whiskey tax Since 1792 Well just lay there by the juniper While the moon is bright Watch them jugs a-filling In the pale moonlight

Tenderly william kissed his wife Then he opened her head with a butcher knife And the swan on the river goes gliding by The swan on the river goes gliding by Lady margarets pillow was wet with tears Nobodys been on it for 20 years And the swan on the river goes gliding by The swan on the river goes gliding by Little billy brown will shake with fright Hes got a new daddy and mommy every night And the swan on the river goes gliding by The swan on the river goes gliding by ive got a sad surprise the doctor said a 20 pound baby without any head And the swan on the river went lookin.....

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song Sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong Just a little glimpse of a story I’ll tell ’Bout an East Coast city that you all know well It’s hard times in the city Living’ down in New York town Old New York City is a friendly old town From Washington Heights to Harlem on down There’s a-mighty many people all milling’ all around They’ll kick you when you’re up and knock you when you’re down It’s hard times in the city Living’ down in New York town It’s a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate To Rockefeller Plaza ’n’ the Empire State Mister Rockefeller sets up as high as a bird Old Mister Empire never says a word It’s hard times from the country Living down in New York town Well, it’s up in the morning trying to find a job of work Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt If you got a lot o’ money you can make yourself merry If you only got a nickel, it’s the Staten Island Ferry And it’s hard times in the city Living down in New York town Mister Hudson come a-sailing down the stream And old Mister Minuet paid for his dream Bought your city on a one-way track ’F I had my way I’d sell it right back And it’s hard times in the city Living down in New York town I’ll take all the smog in Cal-i-for-ne-ay ’N’ every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains ’N’ the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines It’s all much cleaner than the New York kind And it’s hard times in the city Living down in New York town So all you newsy people, spread the news around You can listen to m’ story, listen to m’ song You can step on my name, you can try ’n’ get me beat When I leave New York, I’ll be standing’ on my feet And it’s hard times in the city Living down in New York town

Well, the ragman draws circles, up and down the block Id ask him whats the matter, but I know that he dont talk And the ladies treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart, I, I know I cant escape Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Shakespeare, hes in the alley With his pointed shoes and bell Speaking with some French girl, who says she knows me well And me, Id send a message, to find out if shes talked But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked But oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Now, Mona, she tried to warn me, stay away from the railroad line She says all the railroad men Drink up your blood like wine And I said, Oh, I didnt know that But then again theres only one Ive met He just smoked my eyelids, and he punched my cigarette Whoa, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Grandpa died last week, and they buried him in the rocks Everyone still talks about how badly they are shocked But me, I expected it to happen, I knew hed lost control When he built a fire on Main Street, and he shot it full of holes Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Now the Senator, he came down here, showing everyone his gun Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son And me, I nearly got busted, and wouldnt it be my luck To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Now the preacher looks so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest And he cursed me when I proved it to him Then I said, You see, not even you can hide You see, youre just like me, and I hope youre satisfied Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said jump right in The first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin And like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind Now people just get uglier, and Ive got no sense of time Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Now, when Ruthie says come see her in her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free, neath her Panamanian moon And I said, Ah, come on now, you know about my debutante And she says, Your debutante knows just what you need But I know what you want Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Now the bricks, they lay on Grand Street where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed And here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all of these things twice Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again Oh, mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again

Well, thats all right mama Thats all right for you Thats all right now mama Thats all right Thats all right Thats all right now mama Any way you do Well mama she done told me Papa done told me too Son that gal youre foolin with She aint no good for you, but Thats all right Thats all right Thats all right now mama Any way you do Im leavin town my baby Im leavin town for sure Well then you wont be bothered With me hangin round your door But thats all right Thats all right now mama Any way you do De de de de De de de de De de de de I need your lovin Thats all right Thats all right now mama Any way you do

One time in London I’d gone out for a walk Past a place called Hyde Park where people talk ’Bout all kinds of different gods, they have their point of view To anyone passing by, that’s who they’re talking to There was someone on a platform talking to the folks About the T.V. god and all the pain that it invokes “It’s too bright a light,” he said, “for anybody’s eyes If you’ve never seen one it’s a blessing in disguise” I moved in closer, got up on my toes Two men in front of me were coming to blows The man was saying something ’bout children when they’re young Being sacrificed to it while lullabies are being sung “The news of the day is on all the time All the latest gossip, all the latest rhyme Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free Don’t let an egg get laid in it by something you can’t see” “Pray for peace!” he said. You could feel it in the crowd My thoughts began to wander. His voice was ringing loud “It will destroy your family, your happy home is gone No one can protect you from it once you turn it on” “It will lead you into some strange pursuits Lead you to the land of forbidden fruits It will scramble up your head and drag your brain about Sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out” “It’s all been designed,” he said, “to make you lose your mind And when you go back to find it, there’s nothing there to find Every time you look at it, your situation’s worse If you feel it grabbing out for you, send for the nurse The crowd began to riot and they grabbed hold of the man There was pushing, there was shoving and everybody ran The T.V. crew was there to film it, they jumped right over me Later on that evening, I watched it on T.V

The highway is for gamblers, use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out babe, the sky is falling through And its all over now, baby blue Leave your stepping stone behind girl, start anew Forget about the debts you owe, they will not follow you Your lover who just walked through that door Has taken all his blankets from your floor Look out babe, the cup is flowing over you And its all over now, baby blue Well, strike another match girl, go and go start anew Go start anew and its all over now, baby blue Its all over now, baby blue, its all over now, baby blue, yeah Its all over, all over, all over, baby blue, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, Im bound to lose, bound to win Bound to walk this road again Bound to lose, bound to win Bound to walkin this road again Im just one of those ramblin men Ramblin since I dont know when Here I come and Ima gone again You might think Ive got no end Bound to lose, bound to win Bound to walkin this road again

Well, I ride on a mail train, babe, cant buy a thrill Ive been up all night and Im leanin on a window sill Well, if I dont make it to the top of the hill If I dont make it you know my baby will And the winter time is coming, the windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody but I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont want to be your boss Dont say I never warned you when your train gets lost Come on play one for me Oh, dont say I never warned you when your train gets lost Going home Hey, I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont wanna be your boss Dont say I never warned you when your train gets lost

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked You say, Who is that man? You try so hard But you dont understand Just what you will say When you get home But theres something happening here And you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head You ask, Is this where it is? And somebody points to you and says It is his And you say, Whats mine? And somebody else says, Where what is? And you say, Oh my God Am I here all alone? Yes, cause something is happening here But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? So you hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, Well, how does it feel my friend To be such a freak? You say, Impossible As he hands you a bone And youre positive somethings happening here But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have so many contacts Out there among the lumberjacks To get you the facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway, they already expect You to just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations Welllllll! Youve been with the professors And they all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks Youve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgeralds books Youre very well read Yeah, its well known Because something is still happening here But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels Without further notice He tells you how it feels And he says, Here is your mouth back Thanks for the loan And you know something is happening here But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word NOW And you say, For what reason? And he says, How? And you say, Good God, whats happenin? And he screams back, Youre a cow Give me some milk Or go home Yes, and now youre positive somethings happening here And you wish you knew what it was Dont you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown To put your eyes in your pocket Nose in the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin around You should be made To wear some earphones Because something is happening here But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?

She wears loafer shoes, a dungaree Red jacket shirt if you please My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl Well I mean what I mean, my boogie woogie country girl Now she digs that music with a beat Rock n rollin is her need My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl Well I mean what I mean, my boogie woogie country girl On Saturday night she comes to town She plays the jukebox, let her hair hung down My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl Well I mean what I mean, my boogie woogie country girl Let em roll.. She digs some cherries, she can milk a cow Dont like squares, though daddy taught her how My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl Well I mean what I mean, my boogie woogie country girl Shes up every mornin about half past five She likes to go fishin cause it keeps you alive My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl Well I mean what I mean, my boogie woogie country girl Now when shes dancin the kids hang around They dig my baby cause she really goes to town My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl Well I mean what I mean, my boogie woogie country girl Yeah, man..

Well i go get broke down, before i bust down Gotta get in without a broken heart well Get a hoe down before a low down Before my guilt is acid hot Well every single morning I cant take it no more Well if you with a heartache Go down baby She dont care about that us apart Well she gonna have em, but she wont invite me But i cant come in with a broken heart I hold down, cant come down Is comin in without a broken heart Well you cheated, showed her down But i dont come around O when shell take ya tear us apart

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin’ But build to destroy You play with my world Like it’s your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people’s blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I’m young You might say I’m unlearned But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death’ll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I’ll watch while you’re lowered Down to your deathbed And I’ll stand o’er your grave ’Til I’m sure that you’re dead

Dont ever take yourself away Dont ever take yourself To a place where I cant find you Dont ever take yourself away I will never leave you Will never deceive you Ill be right there walkin behind you Dearest, I think youre the one I cant imagine anybody doin More to me than you do Dearest, if its your heart that I won Theres no need for blame And no reason to be ashamed Of that place where we stand in the sun Dont ever take yourself away Dont ever take yourself To a place where I cant find you Dont ever take yourself away I will never leave you I will never deceive you Ill be right there walkin behind you Dearest, let us not drift apart It wouldnt be wise It wouldnt be civilized It wouldnt be smart Time heals a broken heart Youve been hurt Youve been left in the dirt But you still look brand new to me Dont ever take yourself away Dont ever take yourself To a place where I cant find you Dont ever take yourself away I will never leave you I will never deceive you Ill be right there walkin behind you Dearest, youre the answer to my prayers Words cant express If my heart would confess What you mean to me Dearest, I cant help knowin that youre the best I dont have to feel you to know that youre real Youre more than a dream to me Dont ever take yourself away Dont ever take yourself To a place where I cant find you Dont ever take yourself away I will never leave you I will never deceive you Ill be right there walking behind you

Youre going to quit me, baby Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you Give you my money, honey Buy you shoes and clothes, Lawd, Lawd Youre going to quit me, baby Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you Six months on the chain gang Believe me, it is no fun, Lawd, Lawd Youre going to quit me, baby Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you Jailhouse is no plaything Believe me, is no lie, Lawd, Lawd Youre going to quit me, baby Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you, Lawd, Lawd Good as I been to you

Vá, se mande, junte tudo que você puder levar Ande, tudo que parece seu é bom que agarre já Seu filho feio e louco ficou só Chorando feito fogo à luz do sol Os alquimistas já estão no corredor E não tem mais nada, negro amor A estrada pra você e o jogo e a indecência Junte tudo que você conseguiu por coincidência E o pintor de rua que anda só Desenha a maluquice em seu lençol Sob seus pés o céu também rachou E não tem mais nada, negro amor Seus marinheiros mareados abandonam o mar Seus guerreiros desarmados não vão mais lutar Seu namorado já vai dando o fora Levando os cobertores, e agora? Até o tapete sem você voou E não tem mais nada, negro amor As pedras do caminho, deixe para trás Esqueça os mortos que eles não levantam mais O vagabundo esmola pela rua Vestindo a mesma roupa que foi sua Risque outro fósforo, outra vida, outra luz, outra cor E não tem mais nada, negro amor

In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia Theres a place that I love so well Where I spent many days of my childhood In the cabin where we loved to dwell White dove will mourn in sorrow The willows will hang their heads Ill live my life in sorrow Since mother and daddy are dead We were all so happy there together In our peaceful little mountain home But the Savior needs angels up in heaven Now they sing around the great white throne As the years roll by I often wonder If we will all be together someday And each night as I wander through the graveyard Darkness finds me as I kneel to pray

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly Before theyre forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before its washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before theyre allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesnt see? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, Ill come followin you Though I know that evenins empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, Im branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, Ill come followin you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin ship My senses have been stripped, my hands cant feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin Im ready to go anywhere, Im ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, Ill come followin you Though you might hear laughin, spinnin, swingin madly across the sun Its not aimed at anyone, its just escapin on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin And if you hear vague traces of skippin reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, its just a ragged clown behind I wouldnt pay it any mind, its just a shadow youre seein that hes chasing Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, Ill come followin you Then take me disappearin through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me Im not sleepy and there is no place Im going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, Ill come followin you

Most of the time I’m clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path, I can read the signs I can stay right with it when the road unwinds I can handle whatever might stumble upon I dont even notice shes gone Most of the time Most of the time My head is on straight Most of the time Im strong enough not to hate I dont build up illusion til it makes me sick Im not afraid of confusion, no matter how thick I can smile in the face of mankind Dont even remember what her lips felt like on mine Most of the time Most of the time She aint even in my mind I wouldn’t know her if I saw her Shes that far behind Most of the time I cant even be sure If she was ever with me If I was ever with her Most of the time Im halfway content Most of the time I know exactly where it went I dont cheat on myself and I dont run and hide Hide from the feelings that are buried inside I dont compromise and I dont pretend And I dont even care if I ever see her again Most of the time

I tried a mailtrain, mama, cant buy a thrill Ive been up all night, mama, leanin on the window sill If I die on top of the hill If I dont make it, know my baby will Dont the moon look good, mama, shinin through the trees? Dont the brakeman look good, mama, flagging down the Double E? Dont the sun look good fine setting down over the sea? Dont my gal look fine when shes running after me? Wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost I tried to tell everybody, but I could not get across I wanna be your lover, baby, I dont wanna be your boss Dont say I never warned you when your train gets lost Dont say I never warned you when your train gets lost

Mm, tell mama Where’d ya sleep last night? Cain’t ya hear me crying? Hm, hm, hm Hey, tell me baby What’s the matter here? Cain’t ya hear me crying? Hm, hm, hm Hey, stop you ol’ train Let a poor boy ride Cain’t ya hear me crying? Hm, hm, hm Hey, Mister Bartender I swear I’m not too young Cain’t you hear me cryin? Hm, hm, hm Blow your whistle, policeman My poor feet are trained to run Cain’t you hear me crying? Hm, hm, hm Long-distance operator I hear this phone call is on the house Can’t you hear me crying? Hm, hm, hm Ashes and diamonds The diff’rence I cain’t see Cain’t ya hear me cryin? Hm, hm, hm

Crash on the levee, mama Waters gonna overflow Swamps gonna rise No boats gonna row Now, you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet You can rock this joint But oh mama, aint you gonna miss your best friend now? Youre gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow Now, dont you try an move me Youre just gonna lose Theres a crash on the levee And, mama, youve been refused Well, its sugar for sugar And salt for salt If you go down in the flood Its gonna be your own fault Oh mama, aint you gonna miss your best friend now? Youre gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow Well, that high tides risin Mama, dont you let me down Pack up your suitcase Mama, dont you make a sound Now, its king for king Queen for queen Its gonna be the meanest flood That anybodys seen Oh mama, aint you gonna miss your best friend now? Yes, youre gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow

arethacrystal jukebox queen of hymn & him diffused in drunk transfusion wound would heed sweet soundwave crippled & cry salute to oh great particular el dorado reel & ye battered personal god but she cannot she the leader of whom when ye follow, she cannot she has no back she cannot . . . beneath black flowery railroad fans & fig leaf shades & dogs of all nite joes, grow like arches & cures the harmonica battalions of bitter cowards, bones & bygones while what steadier louder the moans & arms of funeral landlord with one passionate kiss rehearse from dusk & climbing into the bushes with some favorite enemy ripping the postage stamps & crazy mailmen & waving all rank & familiar ambition than that itself, is needed to know that mother is not a lady . . . aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets the censor in a twelve wheel drive semi stopping in for donuts & pinching the waitress/ he likes his women raw & with syrup/ he has his mind set on becoming a famous soldier manuscript nitemare of cut throat high & low & behold the prophesying blind allegiance to law fox, monthly cupid & the intoxicating ghosts of dogma . . . nay & may the boatmen in bathrobes be banished forever & anointed into the shelves of alive hell, the unimaginative sleep, repitition without change & fat sheriffs who watch for doom in the mattress . . . hallaluyah & bossman of the hobos cometh & ordaining the spiritual gypsy davy camp now being infiltraded by foreign dictator, the pink FBI & the interrogating unknown failures of peacetime as holy & silver & blessed with the texture of kaleidoscope & the sandal girl . . . to dream of dancing pillhead virgins & wandering apollo at the pipe organ/ unscientific ramblers & the pretty things lucky & lifting their lips & handing down looks & regards from the shoulders of adam & eves minstrel peekaboo . . . passing on the chance to bludgeon the tough spirits & the deed holders into fishlike buffoons & yanking ye erratic purpose . . . surrendering to persuasion, the crime against people, that be ranked alongside murder & while doctors, teachers, bankers & sewer cleaners fight for their rights, they must now be horribly generous . . . & into the march now where tab hunter leads with his thunderbird/ pearl bailey stomps him against a buick & where poverty, a perfection of neptunes unused clients, plays hide & seek & escaping into the who goes there? & nows not the time to act silly, so wear your big boots & jump on the garbage clowns, the hourly rate & the enema men & where junior senators & goblins rip off tops of question marks & their wives make pies & go now & throw some pies in the face & ride the blinds & into arethas religous thighs & movement find ye your nymph of no conscience & bombing out your young sensitive dignity just to see once & for all if there are holes & music in the universe & watch her tame the sea horse/ aretha, pegged by choir boys & other pearls of mamas as too gloomy a much of witchy & dont you know no happy songs the lawyer leading a pig on a leash stopping in for tea & eating the censors donut by mistake/ he likes to lie about his age & takes his paranoia seriously the hospitable grave being advertised & given away in whims & journals the housewife sits on. finding herself financed, ruptured but never censored in & also never flushing herself/ she denies her corpse the courage to crawl - close his own door, the ability to die of bank robbery & now catches the heels of old stars making scary movies on her dirt & her face & not everybody can dig her now. she is private property . . . bazookas in the nest & weapons of ice & of weatherproof flinch & they twitter, make scars & kill babies among lady shame good looks & her constant foe, tom sawyer of the breakfast cereal causing all females paying no attention to this toilet massacre to be hereafter called LONZO & must walk the streets of life forever with lazy people having nothing to do but fight over women . . . everybody knows by now that wars are caused by money & greed & charity organizations/ the housewife is not here. she is running for congress the senator dressed like an austrian sheep, stopping in for coffee & insulting the lawyer/ he is on a prune diet & secretly wishes he was bing crosby but would settle for being a close relative of edgar bergen passing the sugar to iron man of the bottles who arrives with a grin & a heatlamp & hes pushing who dunnit buttons this year & he is a love monger at first sight . . . you have seen him sprout up from a dumb hill bully into a bunch of backslap & hes wise & he speaks to everyone as if they just answered the door/ he dont like people that say he comes from the monkeys but nevertheless he is dull & he is destroyingly boring . . . while Allah the cook scrapes hunger from his floor & pounding it into the floating dishes with roaring & the rest of the meatheads praising each others power & argue over acne & recite calendars & pointing to each others garments & liquid & disperse into segments & die crazy deaths & bellowing farce mortal farm vomit & why for Jesus Christ be Just another meathead? when all the tontos & heyboy lose their legs trying to frug while kemosabe & mr palladin spend their off hours remaining separate but equal & anyway why not wait for laughter to straighten the works out meantime & WOWEE smash & the rage of it all when former lover cowboy hanging upside down & Suzy Q. the angel putting new dime into this adoption machine as out squirts a symbol squawking & freezing & crashing into the bowels of some hideous soap box & even tho youre belonging to no political party, youre now prepared, prepared to remember something about something the chief of police holding a bazooka with his name engraved on it. coming in drunk & putting the barrel into the face of the lawyers pig. once a wife beater, he became a professional boxer & received a club foot/ he would literally like to become an executioner. what he doesnt know is that the lawyers pig has made friends with the senator gamblers passion & his slave, the sparrow & hes ranting from a box of platform & mesmerizing this ball of daredevils to stay in the morning & dont bust from the factories/ everyone expecting to be born with whom they love & theyre not & theyve been let down, theyve been lied to & now the organizers must bring the oxen in & dragging leaflets & gangrene enthusiasm, ratfinks & suicide tanks from the pay phones to the housing developments & it usually starts to rain for a while . . . little boys cannot go out & play & new men in bulldozers come in every hour delivering groceries & care packages being sent from las vegas . . . & nephews of the coffee bean expert & other favorite sons graduating with a pompadour & cum laude - praise be & a wailing farewell to releasing the hermit & beautifully ugly & fingering eternity come down & save your lambs & butchers & strike the roses with its rightful patsy odor . . . & grampa scarecrows got the tiny little wren & see for yourself while saving him too/ look down oh great Romantic. you who can predict from every position, you who know that everybodys not a Job or a Nero nor a J. C. Penny . . . look down & seize your gamblers passion, make high wire experts into heroes, presidents into con men, turn the eventual . . . but the hermits being not talking & lower class or insane or in prison . . . & they dont work in the factories anyway the good samaritan coming in with the words round & round we go tattooed on his cheek/ he tells the senator to stop insulting the lawyer/ he would like to be an entertainer & brags that he is one of the best strangers around, the pig jumps on him & starts eating his face illiterate coins of two head wrestling with window washer whos been reincarnated from a garden hoe & after once being pushed around happily & casually hitting a rock once in a while is now bitter hung up on finding some inferior. he bites into the window ledge & by singing whatll we do with the baby-o to thirsty peasant girl wanting a drink from his pail, he is thinking he is some kind of success but hes getting his kicks telling one of the two headed coins that tom jefferson used to use him around the house when the bad stuff was growing . . . the lawrence welk people inside the window, theyre running the city planning division & they hibernate & feeding their summers by conversing with poor peoples shadows & other ambulance drivers, & they dont even notice this window washer while the families who tell of the boogey men & theyre precious & theres pictures of them playing golf & getting blacker & they wear oil in the window washers union hall & these people consider themselves gourmets for not attending charlie starkweathers funeral ye gads the champagne being appropriate pagan & the buffalo, tho the restaurant owners are vague about it, is fast disappearing into violence/ soon there will be but one side of the coin & mohammed wherever he comes from, cursing & windows washers falling & then no one will have any money . . . broad save the clean, the minorities & liberaces countryside. the truck driver coming in with a carpet sweeper under his eyes/ everybody says hi joe & he says joe the fellow that owns this place im just a scientist. i aint got no name the track driver hates anybody that carries a tennis racket/ he drinks all the senators coffee & proceeds to put him in a headlock first you snap your hair down & try to tie up the kicking voices on a table & then the sales department people with names like Gus & Peg & Judy the Wrench & Nadine with worms in her fruit & Bernice Bearface blowing her brains on Butch & theyre all enthused over locker rooms & vegetables & Muggs he goes to sleep on your neck talking shop & divorces & headline causes & if you cant say get off my neck, you just answer him & wink & wait for some morbid reply & the liberty bell ringing when you dont dare ask yourself how do you feel for Gods sake & whats one more face? & the difference between a lifetime of goons & holes, company pigs & beggars & cancer critics learning yoga with raving petty gangsters in one act plays with V-eight engines all being tossed in the river & combined in a stolen mirror . . . compared to the big day when you discover lord byron shooting craps in the morgue with his pants off & hes eating a picture of jean paul belmondo & he offers you a piece of green lightbulb & you realize that nobodys told you about This & that life is not so simple after all . . . in fact that its more than something to read & light cigarettes with . . . Lem the Clam tho, he really gives a damn if dale really does get nailed slamming down the scotch & then going outside with Maurice, who aint the Peoria Kid & dont look the same way as they do in Des Moines, Iowa & good old debbie, she comes along & both her & dale, they start shacking up in the newspapers & jesus who can blame em & Amen & oh lordy, & how the parades dont need your money baby . . . its the confetti & one george washington & Nadine who comes running & says wheres Gus? & shes salty about the bread hes been making off her worms while dollars becoming pieces of paper . . . but people kill for paper & anyway you cant buy a thrill with a dollar as long as pricetags, the end of the means & only as big as your fist & they dangle from a pot of golden rainbow . . . which attacks & which covers the saddles of noseless poets & wonder blazing & somewhere over the rainbow & blinding my married lover into the ovation maniacs/cremating innocent child into scrapheap for vicious controversy & screwball & whos to tell charlie to stop & not come back for garbage men arent serious & they gonna get murdered tomorrow & next march 7th by the same kids & their fathers & their uncles & all the rest of these people that would make leadbelly a pet . . . they will always kill garbage men & wiping the smells but this rainbow, she goes off behind a pillar & sometimes a tornado destroys the drugstores & the floods bring polio & leaving Gus & Peg twisted in the volleyball net & Butch hiding in madison square garden . . . Bearface dead from a flying piece of grass! I.Q. - somewhere in the sixties & twentieth century & so sing aretha . . . sing mainstream into orbit! sing the cowbells home! sing misty . . . sing for the barber & when your found guilty of not owning a cavalry & not helping the dancer with laryngitis . . . misleading valentinos pirates to the indians or perhaps not lending a hand to the deaf pacifist in his sailor jail . . . it then must be time for you to rest & learn new songs . . . forgiving nothing for you have done nothing & make love to noble scrubwoman what a drag it gets to be. writing for this chosen few. writing for any- one cpt you. you, daisy mae, who are not even of the masses . . . funny thing, tho, is that youre not even dead yet . . . i will nail my words to this paper, an fly them on to you. an forget about them . . . thank you for the time. youre kind. love an kisses your double Silly Eyes

May God bless And keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb every rung And may you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the light surrounding you May you always be gracious Stand upright and be strong And may you stay Stay forever young Forever young Forever young May you stay forever young May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation With the winds changing shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung And may you stay Forever young Forever young Stay forever young Stay forever young Stay Stay forever young Forever young Forever young Stay forever young

..and I’m a fool Each star’s a pool of water, cool clear water But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn And carry on to water Cool, clear water The shadows sway and seem to say “Tonight we pray for water Cool, clear water.” And way up there He’ll hear our prayer And show us where there’s water Cool, clear water Keep a-movin’, Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan He’s a devil not a man And he spreads the burning sand with water Dan, can you see that big green tree Where the water’s running free And it’s waiting there for you and me Cool, clear water Dan’s feet are sore, he’s yearning for Just one thing more than water Cool, clear water Like me, I guess, he’d like to rest Where there’s no quest for water Cool, clear water

Will I pledge my head to Heaven for the Gospel? And I ask no man on Earth to fill my needs Like the sparrow up above, I am enveloped in His love And I trust Him like those little ones, He feeds Will I pledge my wife to Heaven for the Gospel? Though our love each passing day just seems to grow As I told her when we wed, Id surely rather be found dead Than to love her more than the One who saved my soul Im Your child And I wana be in Your family forever Im Your child And Im gonna follow You, no matter Whatever the cost Well, Im gonna count all things lost Will I pledge my son to Heaven for the Gospel? Though hes kicked and beaten, ridiculed and scorn I will teach him to rejoice and lift a thankful praising voice And to be like Him who bore the nails and crown of thorns Im Your child And I wanna be in Your family forever Im Your child And Im gonna follow You, no matter Whatever the cost Well, Im gonna count all things lost Oh, no matter, whatever the cost Well, Im gonna count all things lost Well, Ive had the chance to gain the world And to live just like a king But without Your love, it doesnt mean a thing Oh, no matter, whatever the cost Well, Im gonna count all things lost Oh, no matter, whatever the cost Well, Im gonna count all things lost Well, I pledge my son I pledge my wife I pledge my head to Heaven I pledge my son I pledge my wife I pledge my head to heaven for the Gospel

Well, your clock is gonna stop At Saint Peter’s gate Ya gonna ask him what time it is He’s gonna say, “It’s too late” Hey, hey! I’d sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You’re gonna start to sweat And you ain’t gonna stop You’re gonna have a nightmare And never wake up Hey, hey, hey! I’d sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You’re gonna cry for pills And your head’s gonna be in a knot But the pills are gonna cost more Than what you’ve got Hey, hey! I’d sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You’re gonna have to walk naked Can’t ride in no car You’re gonna let ev’rybody see Just what you are Hey, hey! I’d sure hate to be you On that dreadful day Well, the good wine’s a-flowing For five cents a quart You’re gonna look in your moneybags And find you’re one cent short Hey, hey, hey! I’d sure hate to be you On that dreadful day You’re gonna yell and scream “Don’t anybody care?” You’re gonna hear out a voice say “Shoulda listened when you heard the word down there” Hey, hey! I’d sure hate to be you On that dreadful day

Youve got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend When I was down you just stood there grinning Youve got a lot of nerve to say youve got a helping hand to lend You just wanna be on the side thats winning You say I let you down you know its not like that If youre so hurt why then dont you show it? You say youve lost your faith but thats not were its at You had no faith to lose and you know it I know the reason that you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd your in with Do you take me for such a fool to think I would make contact? The one who tries to hide what ya dont know to begin with You see me on the street you always act suprised You say how are you?, good luck! but you dont mean it When you know as well as me youd rather see me paralysed Why dont you just come out once and scream it? No I do not feel that good I see the heart-breaks you embrace If I was a master thief perhaps Id rob them And though youre satisfied with youre position and youre place Dont you understand its not my problem I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yeah, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes Youd know what a drag it is to see you

Virgil Kane is the name And I served on the Danville train Till Stonemans cavalry came And tore up the tracks again In the winter of 65 We were hungry, just barely alive By May the 10th, Richmond had fell Its a time I remember, oh so well The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And the people were singing They went, Na, na, la, na, na, la Back with my wife in Tennessee When one day she called to me Virgil, quick, come see There goes Robert E. Lee! Now, I dont mind chopping wood And I dont care if the moneys no good You take what you need And you leave the rest But they should never Have taken the very best The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singing They went, Na, na, la, na, na, la Like my father before me I will work the land And like my brother above me Who took a rebel stand He was just 18, proud and brave But a Yankee laid him in his grave I swear by the mud below my feet You cant raise a Kane back up When hes in defeat The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singing They went, Na, na, la, na, na, la The night they drove old Dixie down And all the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And the people were singing They went, Na, na, la, na, na, la

Well, I’m going to get you Sally girl I’m going to get you Sally girl I’m going to get you Sally girl I’m going to get you Sally gal I’m just one of them rambling men Ramblin’ since I don’t know when Here I come and I’m a-gone again Sally says I got no end I’m going to get you Sally girl I’m going to get you Sally girl I’m going to get you Sally girl I’m going to get you Sally girl

You better leave now, take what you need, you think will last But if theres something you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out for the saints are coming through And its all over now Its all over now Its all over now, baby blue The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets The sky, too, is folding under you And its all over now Its all over now Its all over now, baby blue All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home All your reindeer armies, they are going home Your lover who just walked out the door Has taken all your blankets from the floor The carpet, too, is moving under you And its all over now Its all over now Its all over now, baby blue

baby’s black been had ain’t bad smokestacked chicken shacked dressed in black silver monkey on her back mammy ma juiced pa janitored between the law brothers ten rat-faced gravestoned ditch dug firescaped an substroked choked baby black hits back robs, pawns lives by trade sits an waits on fire plug digs the heat eyes meet picket line across the street head rings of bed springs freedom’s holler you ask of order she’d hock the world for a dollar an a quarter baby black dressed in black gunny sack about t’crack been gone carry on i’m givin you myself t pawn

If youre travelin in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go where the snowflakes fall When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if shes wearing a dress so warm To keep her from the howling winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hair hangs long Thats the way I remember her best I often wonder if she remembers me at all Many times Ive often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if youre travelin in the north country fair Where the wind hits heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was the true love of mine

When youre lost in the rain In Juarez and its Easter time too When youre gravitys down And negativity wont pull you through Dont you put on any airs When youre down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry creatures there Surely make a mess out of you Well, if you see St. Annie Please tell her, thanks a lot My hair was twisted And my stocks, woo-hoo, are all in a knot I dont even have the strength To get up and crawl across the floor for another shot And my best friend, my drummer Wont even tell me, what it was that I dropped Yeah, sweet Melinda The peasants call her the Goddess of Gloom She has, speaks good English As she invites you up into her room And you, you were so kinda conscientious Not to go to her too soon But she steals your voice And leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill Its either fortune or fame You must choose one or the other But neither are to be what they claim If youre looking to get silly You better get back to from where you came Because the cops dont need you ever And they expect the same I started out on Heineken But I soon hit the harder stuff Everybody swore they stand beside me When the game got rough But the joke was on me There wasnt even anybody there to bluff Im goin back to New York City I do believe Ive had enough

Dear landlord Please dont put a price on my soul My burden is heavy My dreams are beyond control When that steamboat whistle blows Im gonna give you all I got to give And I do hope you receive it well Depending on the way you feel that you live Dear landlord Please heed these words that I speak I know youve suffered much But in this you are not so unique All of us, at times we might work too hard To have it too fast and too much And anyone can fill his life up With things he can see but he just cannot touch Dear landlord Please dont dismiss my case Im not about to argue Im not about to move to no other place Now, each of us has his own special gift And you know this was meant to be true And if you dont underestimate me I wont underestimate you

The sweetest girl in the world Is my blue-eyed Jane We fell in love like turtledoves While the moon was shining down I asked her then, I asked her when Wedding bells would ring She said, Oh, dear, it seems so queer That this could happen here. You are my little pal And I never knew a sweeter gal My little blue-eyed Jane I love you so And when the sun goes down And the shadows creeping over town Just meet me in the lane My blue-eyed Jane Janie dear, listen here Ive come to say farewell The world is drear without you, dear But now I cannot linger here Im going away this very day Oh please, come go with me Ill be sad and blue wanting you Longing all day through My little blue-eyed Jane Youll always be the same sweet thing I know youll never change I love you so And when the sun goes down And the shadows creeping over town Then Ill come back again My blue-eyed Jane And when the sun goes down And the shadows creeping over town Then Ill come back again My blue-eyed Jane

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For theyre deep and theyre wide and the worlds on its side And time is running backwards and so is the bride Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells St. Peter where the four winds blow You gotta ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down on the sacred cow Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells St. Martha for the poor mans son You gotta ring them bells so the world will know that God is one For the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep And the mountains are filled with little lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells for the chosen few who will judge the many When the game is through Ring them bells for the time that flies For the child that cries When innocence dies Ring them bells St. Catherine from the top of the roof Now ring them bells from the fortress from the lilies that bloom For the lines they are long and the fighting is strong And theyre breaking down the distance between right and wrong Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells Ring them bells Ooh ooooh

Are you here upside down Well, were living on the edge of the ocean With the mocking rumble ready to drown Oh the sea climbs over my window With all the ocean round Well we woke up on every morning Brother brother wasnt hearin my doubt Let me tell you brother it wont be when the seagulls cross over town Well, its all running against their window I lean my head today With all the wearings that I follow Hunted down that way Well, whatever where will give no warning Well open your head to the ground Let me tell you brother its coming when the seagulls cross over town

You harbor resentment You know there ain’t too much of a thrill You wish for contentment But you got an emptiness that can’t be filled You’ve had enough of hatred Your bones are breaking, can’t find nothing sacred Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes And ye shall be changed Everything you’ve gotten You’ve gotten by sweat, blood and muscle From early in the morning ’till way past dark All you ever do is hustle All your loved ones have walked out the door You’re not even sure ’bout your wife and kids no more, but The past don’t control you But the future’s like a roulette wheel spinning Deep down inside You know you need a whole new beginning Don’t have to go to Russia or Iran Just surrender to God and He’ll move you right here where you stand, and You drink bitter water And you been eating the bread of sorrow You can’t live for today When all you’re ever thinking of is tomorrow The path you’ve endured has been rough When you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, then

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly Before theyre forever banned The answer, my friend, is blowin, is blowin The answer is blowin in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died The answer, my friend, is blowin, is blowin The answer is blowin in the wind Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist Before its washed to the sea Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before theyre allowed to be free Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesnt see The answer, my friend, is blowin, is blowin The answer is blowin in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin, is blowin The answer is blowin in the wind

Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block Id ask him what the matter was But I know that he dont talk And the ladies treat him kindly And furnish him with tape But deep inside his heart I know he cant escape Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Well, Shakespeare, hes in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells Speaking to some French girl Who says she knows me well And I would send a message To find out if shes talked But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine An he said, Oh, I didnt know that But then again, theres only one Ive met An he just smoked my eyelids An punched my cigarette. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Grandpa died last week And now hes buried in the rocks But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen I knew hed lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the senator came down here Showing everyone his gun Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son An me, I nearly got busted An wouldnt it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed me when I proved it to him Then I whispered, Not even you can hide You see, youre just like me I hope youre satisfied. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the rainman gave me two cures Then he said, Jump right in. The one was Texas medicine And the other was just railroad gin And like a fool I mixed them An it strangled up my mind An now people just get uglier An I have no sense of time Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where he can watch her waltz for free Neath her Panamanian moon An he says, Aw come on now You must know, know about my debutante. An she says, Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you really want. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly It all seems so well timed An here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again

There was a wicked messenger From Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him He answered with a thumb For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter He stayed behind the assembly hall It was there that he made his bed Oftentimes he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which read The soles of my feet, I swear theyre burning The leaves began to fallin And the seas began to part And the people that confronted him were many And he was told these last few words Which opened up his heart If ye cannot bring good news, then dont bring any

Mama, take this badge off of me, I cant use it anymore Its gettin dark, too dark for me to see I feel like Im knockin on heavens door Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door Mama, put my guns in the ground, I cant shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin down I feel like Im knockin on heavens door

Come gather round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon Youll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin Then you better start swimmin Or youll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Dont stand in the doorway Dont block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled Theres a battle outside And it is ragin Itll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And dont criticize What you cant understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin Please get out of the new one If you cant lend your hand For the times they are a-changin

I was blinded by the devil, born already ruined Stone-cold dead as I stepped out of the womb By His grace I have been touched By His Word I have been healed By His hand Ive been delivered By His Spirit Ive been sealed And Ive been saved by the blood of the Lamb Yes, Im saved by the blood of the Lamb And Im so glad Yes, Im so glad I am so glad I want to thank You, Lord I want to thank You, Lord Thank You, Lord Thank You, Lord By His truth I can be upright By His strength I do endure By His power Ive been lifted By His Love I am secure He bought me with a price Freed me from the pit Full of emptiness and wrath And the fire that burns in it And Ive been saved by the blood of the Lamb Thank God, Ive been saved by the blood of the Lamb By the blood of the Lamb Im so glad Yes, Im so glad That Im so glad Oh I want to thank You, Lord I just want to thank You, Lord I want to thank You, Lord Thank You, Lord Nobody to rescue me Nobody was there I was going down for the last time By His mercy Ive been spared Not by works By faith in Him is all For so long Ive been hindered For so long Ive been stalled Now Im saved by the blood of the Lamb By the precious blood Thank God, Ive been saved by the blood of the Lamb Yes, Im saved Well, Lord, Im saved And Im so glad Oh, Lord, I am so glad Yes, I am so glad Oh, Lord, I am so glad You know I am so glad I want to thank You, Lord I just want to thank You, Lord I want to thank You, Lord Thank the Lord Thank You, Lord I just want to thank Him By the blood of the Lamb Ive been saved Yes, Im saved By the blood of the Lamb Thank God Ive been saved By the blood of the Lamb Ive been saved By the blood of the Lamb

When the rain is blowin in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evenin shadows and the stars appear And theres none there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love Oh, I know you havent made your mind up yet But I will never do you wrong I knew it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind, wed be wrong Id go hungry, Id go black and blue Id go crawlin down the avenue No theres nothin that I wouldnt do To make you feel my love Oh, when the storms ragin on the open sea And on the highway of regret The winds will change, Ill blow wild and free You aint see nothin like me I could make you happy Make your dreams come true Though theres nothin that I wouldnt do Ill go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love To make you feel my love To make you feel my love To make you feel my love

Oh where the high sheriff told his deputy Go out and bring me Lazarus Oh where the high sheriff told his deputy Go out and find me Lazarus Dead or alive..

If youre traveling in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine If you go where the snowflakes fall When the rivers freeze and the summer ends Please see for me that she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin winds Please see for mе that her hairs hanging long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Plеase see for me that her hairs hanging long For thats the way I remember her best If youre traveling in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine She once was a true love of mine She once was a true love of mine

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, Who is that man? You try so dang hard But you dont understand What youll say When you get home When you something is happening You dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, Is this where it is? And somebody points to you and says Its his And you say, Whats mine? And somebody else says, Where what is? And you say, Oh my God Am I here all alone? You know something is happening But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You pay for your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And he asks you how it feels To be such a freak And you say, Impossible As he hands you a bone And you know something is happening And you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks Who keep you supplied with facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations Youve been with the professors And they all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks Youve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgeralds books Youre very well read Its well known And you know something is happening But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? The sword swallower comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels Without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan And you know something is happening And you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You see this one-eyed midget And hes shouting the word NOW You say, Whats the matter? And he says, How? And you say, What does this mean? And he screams back, Youre a cow Give me some milk Or else go home And you know something is happening But you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown Your eyes in your pockets And your head on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin around You should be made To wear earphones And you know something is happening And you dont know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?

Perhaps its the colour of the sun cut flat And coverin the crossroads Im standing at Or maybe its the weather or something like that But mama, you been on my mind I do not mean you trouble, dont put me down, dont get upset I am not pleading or saying I cant forget you I do not pace the floor, bowed down and bent, but yet Mama, you been on my mind Even though my eyes are hazy And my thoughts, they might be narrow Where you been dont bother me, or bring me down with sorrow I dont even mind where you be waking up tomorrow But mama, you been on my mind Im not asking you to say words like yes or no Please understand me, Ive no place Im calling you to go Im just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I dont know Mama, you been on my mind When you wake up in the morning, baby, look inside your mirror You know I wont be next to you, you know I wont be near Id just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind As someone who has had you on his mind Mama, you been on my mind La-da-da-da

Ive been a moonshiner For seventeen long years Ive spent all my money On whiskey and beer I go to some hollow And sit at my still And if whiskey dont kill me Then I dont know what will I go to some bar room And drink with my friends Where the women cant follow And see what I spend God bless them pretty women I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet The dew on the vine Let me eat when I am hungry Let me drink when I am dry A dollar when I am hard up Religion when I die The whole worlds a bottle And lifes but a dram When the bottle gets empty It sure aint worth a damn

Aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe It dont matter anyhow Aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you dont know by now When the rooster crows at the break of dawn Youll look out your window, and Ill be gone You are the reason Im traveling on But dont think twice, its all right Aint no use in turning on your light, babe The light I never knowed Aint no use in turning on your light, babe Im on the dark side of the road Still I wish there was something you could do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talking anyway Dont think twice, its all right Walking down that long lonesome road, babe Where Im bound, I can tell But good-bye is too good a word, babe So Ill just say: Fair-thee well I aint sayin you treated me unkind You could have done better, I dont mind You just sort of wasted my precious time Dont think twice, its all right Dont think twice, its all right Dont think twice, its all right Dont you think twice babe, its all right Dont think twice baby, its all right Dont you think twice, its all right Baby, its all right, its all right Well its all right, don think twice

Now when your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That youre tired of yourself and all of your creations Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Now the flower lady wants back what she has have lent you And the smell of her roses does not remain When all your children start to resent you Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have all died in battle or in vain And you find yourself sick of all this repetition Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All throw down their bandannas and complain Maybe you want somebody you dont have to speak to Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane?

As I was out walking on the corner one day I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor I guess hed been there for a whole night or more He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leaving nobody to carry it on Leaving nobody to sing his sad song Only a hobo, but one more is gone A blanket of newspaper covered his head The step was his pillow, the street was his bed One look at his face showed the hard road hed come And a fistful of money showed the coins that hed bummed He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin nobody to sing his sad song Leavin nobody to carry it on Only a hobo, but one more is gone Does it take much of a man To see a whole life go down To look on the world From a hole in the ground Too late for your future Like a horse thats gone lame To lie in the gutter And die with no name He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin nobody to sing his sad song Leavin nobody to carry it on Only a hobo, but one more is gone

Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist, she dont look back Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist, she dont look back She take the darkness out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black Mm, she never stumbles, shes got no place to fall Yeah, she never stumbles, shes got no place to fall Ah, shes nobodys child, the Law cant touch her at all You will start out standin, proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standin, proud to steal her anything she sees But youll wind up peekin through her keyhole down upon your knees So bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes, huh-huh, yeah Ah, bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes Mm, for Halloween give her a trumpet, and for Christmas buy her a drum, yeah Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist, and she dont look back, um-um Yeah, shes got everything she needs, shes an artist, she dont look back She take the darkness out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black

Yes, the gal I got I swear she’s the screaming end She wants me to be a hero So she can tell all her friends Well, she begged, she cried She pleaded with me all last night Well, she begged, she cried She pleaded with me all last night She wants me to go out And find somebody to fight She reads too many books She got new movies inside her head She reads too many books She got movies inside her head She wants me to walk out running She wants me to crawl back dead You need a different kinda man, babe One that can grab and hold your heart Need a different kind of man, babe One that can hold and grab your heart You need a different kind of man, babe You need Napoleon Boneeparte Well, when I’m dead No more good times will I crave When I’m dead No more good times will I crave You can stand and shout hero All over my lonesome grave

Ramona, come closer Shut softly your watery eyes The pangs of your sadness Will pass as your senses will rise The flowers of the city Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes And theres no use in tryin To deal with the dyin Though I cannot explain that in lines Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss As to be by the strength of you skin Your magnetic movements Still capture the minutes Im in But it grieves my heart, love To see you tryin to be a part of A world that doesnt exist Its all just a dream, babe A vacuum, a scheme, babe That sucks you into feelin like this I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed With worthless foam from the mouth I can tell you are torn Between stayin and returnin on Back to the South Youve been fooled into thinking The finishin end is at hand Yet theres no one to beat you No one to defeat you Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad Ive heard you say many times Youre better than no one And no one is better than you If you really believe that You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose From fixtures and forces and friends Your sorrow does stem That hype you and type you Making you feel like You gotta be just like them Id forever talk to you But soon my words Would turn into a meaningless ring For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can bring Just that everything passes And everything changes Just do what you think that you should do And who knows, maybe Someday, baby Ill come and be cryin to you

Five in the morning, she would fix my lunch Put it in a paper sack Where Im headed, I always appreciate it But I’d rather stay married to my hack I move like the breeze and the birds and the bees That Ive never been known to look back I got fifteen women and all of them swimming But Id rather stay married to my hack I move fifteen miles every minute, Im all smiles I shoot by my sisters shack Shes got some friend who waves at men, a fine little hen But Id rather stay married to my hack I got twelve-wheel drive and an oversized hive And air-cooled brakes in the back Candy McGrafts always good for a laugh But Id rather stay married to my hack I got a pedal to hit and an engine that wont quit And a carburetor that wont crack Maureen and Milly, theyre a little silly But theres nothing that they do lack I got loose-eyed ladies who never seen a man Just waiting around the back Gimme a bottle or someone to throttle Cause Id rather stay married to my hack

There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief There is too much confusion I cant get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited The thief, he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is nothing but a joke But you and I, weve been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now For the hours getting late All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went And barefoot servants too Outside in the distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl Two riders were approaching Two riders were approaching Two riders were approaching Two riders were approaching

Johnnys in the basement Mixing up the medicine Im on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says hes got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out, kid Ts somethin you did God knows when but youre doin it again You better duck down in the alley way Lookin for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got seven Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin that the heat put Plants in the bed But the phones tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D.A Look out kid Dont matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Dont try No Doz Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch out for plain clothes You dont need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army if you fail Get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Dont steal, dont lift Twenty years of schoolin And they put you on the day shift Look out, kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Dont wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Dont wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump dont work Cause the vandals took the handles

Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty Ive heard a great many say Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty Ive heard a great many say He was not in this county He was forty miles away But they took him cross the mountain And they whomped him on the hill Yes, they took him on the mountain And they whomped him on the hill It was there that he pleaded Oh, please, let me make my will But Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty Ive heard a great many say Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty Ive heard a great many say He was not in this county He was forty miles away But they took him down to Danville And they throwed him in jail Yes, they took him down to Danville And they throwed him in jail And it was then nobody sought him Nobody could go his bail But Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty Ive heard a great many say Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty Ive heard a great many say He was not in this county He was forty miles away But they took him out at midnight And they strapped him to a tree Yes, they took him out at midnight And they strapped him to a tree It was there that they killed him With rifle bullets three But Hiram Hubbard was not guilty Lord, I heard a great many say Hiram Hubbard wasnt guilty I heard a great many say He was not in this county He was forty miles away

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Whatever colors you have in your mind Ill show them to you and youll see them shine Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean And youre the best thing that hes ever seen Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile Why wait any longer for the world to begin You can have your cake and eat it too Why wait any longer for the one you love When hes standing in front of you Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead I long to see you in the morning light I long to reach for you in the night Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they are forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before theyre allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesnt see? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind

I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times there are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away to Dixie Land In Dixie Land where i was born Early on one frosty morn Look away, look away, look away to Dixie Land I wish I was in Dixie Away, away In Dixie Land Ill take my stand To live and die in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie I wish I was in Dixie Away, away In Dixie Land Ill take my stand To live and die in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie Away, away, away down south in Dixie

Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love, honey baby I can stand I been meek And hard like an oak I seen pretty people disappear like smoke Friends will arrive, friends will disappear If you want me, honey baby Ill be here I like your smile And your fingertips I like the way that you move your hips I like the cool way you look at me Everything about you is bringing me Misery Little red wagon Little red bike I aint no monkey but I know what I like I like the way you love me strong and slow Im takin you with me, honey baby When I go Life is sad Life is a bust All ya can do is do what you must You do what you must do and ya do it well I do it for you, honey baby Cant you tell?