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| 1. |
| 4:12 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:02 | 
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(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night Tuning in the soul music on the satellite All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about Tuning in the local scene on the radio The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue And he's got a little dance he wants to do He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor It really stops the action, everybody's mystified To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass Now, everybody fall in love He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat You shake your shimmy like I shake mine He's hand held and he's jet propelled Shake it up from sun to sun He's fast and loose, he's full of juice Shake it like an atomic bomb He's got the goose so what's the use That UFO has landed in the ghetto |
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| 3. |
| 3:11 |
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| 4. |
| 3:17 |
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Well, (G) pick me a town in any clime
People like a rockin' time Stay awake both day and night And everybody's feeling good and right Then (G7) throw me (C) Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle (D7) Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my (F) soul (G) I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill Ten room house and-a some barbecue And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat Oodles of butter and something sweet Gallons of coffee to wash it down And bi-carbonated soda by the pound Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls A street that's paved with natural pearl Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks And then open up the doors to Fort Knox Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul Soul, soul, soul Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab... |
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| 5. |
| 4:17 |
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Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree. Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule. You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool Mmmm, oh, no, It's not hard for you to understand. True love can be such a sweet harmony If you do the best that you can. If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree, Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be. But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life. Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home. But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone. And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home. But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', ";Darlin', is he gone?"; |
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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At the dark end of the street
That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me, at the dark end of the street You and me I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we know it's wrong But our love keeps coming on strong Steal away to the dark end of the street They're gonna to find us, they're gonna to find us Someday they may come along And find us along someday You and me at the dark end of the street You and me And when the daylight hours roll round And if by chance we're both taken in And taken down the town But if we should leave before then And just walk on by Oh sweet baby, please don't you cry Cause tonight we'll share the same dream At the dark end of the street You and me, you and me, you and me At the dark end of the street |
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| 7. |
| 5:29 |
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My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"Boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'Cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor" That's right! Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did While you were living high on the hog You had me down here scuffling like a dog Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor, Makes me so damn poor The thing that makes her rich makes me poor The very thing that makes you rich make me poor Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor Makes me so damned poor Money won't change it, no no... |
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| 8. |
| 4:41 |
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Goin' back down to Okinawa
Sorry, baby, but I can't take you You better stay at home in California There's nothing over there that you can do Goin' back down to Okinawa Ain't gonna do me like you've done before They treat me like a king down in Okinawa And I may never come back no more It's just an island floating in the sun Everybody is having so much fun Pretty mamas laying in the sand Sure to know how to treat your man Okinawian baby, won't you come by me ? Sun going down in the China Sea Making love on the beach all night Okinawa moon is shining so bright Folks in Okinawa sure have fun They get together when the working day is done Drinking cheap wine. and making romance While some old man's doing the Okina dance Back in the days of World War II Fought against the Japanese like me and you Everybody's worried ????bout World War III Okinawa's just the place where I'm gonna be Going back to Okinawa Sorry, but I can't take you Never coming back no more, baby |
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| 9. |
| 3:28 |
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(A) Well, the landlord rang my frontdoor bell
(E) I let it rang for a long, long spell (D) Went to the window, peeped through the blind (E) Asked him to tell me what was on his mind He said, (A) |
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| 10. |
| 4:53 |
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If your man has got you on the run why don't you try me ?
If you wanna have a little fun, oh baby, why don't you try me ? If you tote more that you can bear, if your troubles been more than your share And if things are not going just right why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Last night while I was trying to sleep I heard a racket from the room next door, hum And that was you and your man havin' a fight Like you've done so many nights before ";Woman, I'll turn you every which way but loose"; Is what I heard him shout, uh-oh, look out! So I jumped out of the bed and I opened the door Just as you came runnin' out And I hollered: why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? I ain't saying I'm all that you need And I won't tell you, honey, you will be free But all night, well, I will keep trying And when I say I want ya, girl, you know I'm not lyin' You see a good woman out on the streets these days, friends Ah, a bad old man can't be hard to find, no, no Kind of man who'd steal your heart And call true love a crime That's why I keep asking ya, baby Why don't you try me tonight ? Do yourself a favor Why don't you try me ? Regular man ain't treatin' you right Why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? |
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| 11. |
| 2:54 |
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| 12. |
| 3:00 |
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| 13. |
| 4:20 |
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| 14. |
| 4:43 |
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| 15. |
| 4:17 |
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Well, did you hear the good news ?
There's gonna be some bad blues Somebody said they're playing all night long So go and fill your brown bag and put on all your clean rags Let's go downtown and see what's going on You take me down the Vine Street Stop when you hear the back beat And I'll sneak past the bounccer at the door Now I know that he ain't looking Not when the band is cooking Because he's watching the ladies dancing on the floor Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving Well, the scotch has started flowing And some girls she is showing everything she's got Folks, it's a sight! Some men will give a week's pay if she would just dance down their way and say ";Baby, I'm gonna take you home with me tonight"; Outside the streets is shaking and I hear the windows breaking Some poor fool's gonna land in jail tonight Well, all those hookers trying to pull your coat and the pimps reach out to cut your throat Ain't no way out of here without a fight (What's that fool saying ?) Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving Voice of gay male: ";Hi. You know that you're going to get arrested the way that those pants fir around your thighs. Oh, come back honey! Don't leave now."; Voice of pimp: ";Hey, bud. Come here, let me talk to you for a second. Give me that"; [Sounds of fists, a robbery] ";Cops coming"; Voice of policeman (Ry): ";869 Victor."; [radio code] ";Jesus, this guy's a mess"; Voice of other cop: ";Well, he's just drunk. Come on, pick him up, put him in the car and take him downtown"; Well, his mama told him not to go Little sister told him too But the poor boy just didn't listen Like he should have, that's too bad He hitchhiked all the way from Burbank Now, he's gonna end up in drunk tank Some old man say, ";Yeah, well, that's just the way it goes down in Hollywood"; Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through For truth! Man, I'm telling you Well, they'll do anything down in that low-down Hollywood He'll be in a world of trouble now Lord, have mercy Can I get a witness |
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| 16. |
| 3:45 |
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You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen The moon comes up and the sun goes down This old world keeps spinning around Just as sure as the day turns into the night What you do in the dark will turn up in the light Masked man ridin' out across the land Spreading destruction and moving his hand He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip You may be a hater, you may be a lover You bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen Now, you bet your life without a doubt Asking a masked man to leat you out He's got you so tight that you can't even see That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me You won't see it coming You won't feel the blow You won't get no warning You won't never know You can't start it sooner And fix it up later And you ain't going to read about it in the newspaper Rich or poor, mighty and meek Don't need no ticket, you've all got a seat High up on the mountain, low down in the alley We'll all watch the world turn into death valley You may be a hater, you may be a lover You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen Better shake my hand 'cause time is winding up Shake your neighbor's hand 'cause time is winding up You may be a hater, you may be a lover You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen |
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| 17. |
| 5:02 |
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-Man, I'm gonna tell you my story
-Go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more -Just what I've been doing -What you've been doing, Ry ? -Well, you know I used to be particular about the womens that I picked -Aha! -Yeah! They used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all -But the way things has been going, I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged -What ? -I'll even take 'em bald! Man. I'll tell you why -Please, tell me why! Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels. He-hey, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile Oh, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels. Now look'it here! They say, walking women home is a thing of the past Women want to ride and ride around in class Some like Cadillacs, boys, some like Fords Some like anything as long as it rolls. Crazy 'bout an automobile [That's right] And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels Well, every woman I know she's crazy 'bout an automobile Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels One more thing I wanna tell you Said, riding and loving just can't be beat, You and your woman in your own front seat. Now, she can play with your keys, shift the gears, Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear. Now, she can turn up the heat and flip on your fan, And then you start rolling just as fast as you can. Crazy 'bo |
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| 18. |
| 3:16 |
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Get rhythm when you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Get rhythm when you get the blues Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the peoples' feet On the windy corner of the dirty street Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes How'd he keep from gettin' the blues He grinned as he shook his little head Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe Does a million dollars worth of good for you Get rhythm when you get the blues Well, I started to listen to the shoeshine boy And I thought I was gonna jump for joy Slapped on the shoe polish left and right He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight He stopped once to wipe the sweat away I said you're a mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way He said |
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| 19. |
| 3:48 |
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(B) Little sister won't you (E) please, please, (B) please
Little sister don't you (E) cheat on (B) me Little sister don't you (E) kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you (Gm) run (F) (E) Little sister don't you (C9) do what your (F) big sister (B) done Well, I (B) dated your big sister And I (E) took her to a show (B) I (E) went out for some candy Along came Jim Dandy And they (F) snuck right out the door Little sister won't you please, please, please Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Ev'ry time I see your sister Seems she's got somebody new Well, she's mean and evil Like that little old Boll Weevil Got to try my luck with you Sister won't you please, please, please Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Well, now I used to pull your pigtails And I pinched your turned-up nose Baby you been a-growin' Yes, it's been a-showin' From your head down to your toes |
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