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| 1. |
| 3:02 | 
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Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings Under everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris And oh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than a-old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Yeah he was badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. |
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| 2. |
| 3:45 |
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Operator, well could you help me place this call
See, the number on the match book is old and faded She's living in L.A With my best old ex-friend Ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels Operator, well could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eyes You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels No, no, no, no That's not the way it feels Operator, well let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk to Thank you for your time Ah, you've been so much more then kind You can keep the dime But isn't that the way they say it goes Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow I've learned to take it well I only wish my words Could just convince myself That it just wasn't real But that's not the way it feels |
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| 3. |
| 2:06 |
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Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these to remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time Back to a happier day, when I called you mine But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then Summer skies and lullabies Nights we couldn't say goodbye And of all of the things that we knew Not a dream survived Photographs and memories All the love you gave to me Somehow it just can't be true It's all I've left of you But we sure had a good time When we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh, how I loved you then |
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| 4. |
| 2:44 |
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Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" He got another one that just say "hey" But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He's the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin' shine outta Alabam' Oh the demolition derby And the figure eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin' from the man In Oklahoma City With a 500 gallon tank Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" He got another one that just say "hey" But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Yeah, Roy's so cool, that racin fool He don't know what fear's about. He do a hundred thirty mile an hour, smilin at the camera With a tooth pick in his mouth. He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear 'em screamin for that dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet. Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" He got another one that just say "hey" But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet |
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| 5. |
| 2:26 |
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If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty, except for the memory of how They were answered by you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with |
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| 6. |
| 3:07 |
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Things were spinnin' 'round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me Been in so many places, you know I've run so many races I looked into the empty faces of the people of the night Somethin' is just not right 'Cause I know that I've gotta get outta here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get outta here 'Cause New York's not my home Though all the streets are crowded There's somethin' strange about it I lived there 'bout a year and I never once felt at home I thought I'd make the big time I learned a lot of lessons awfully quick And now I'm tellin' you that they were not the nice kind It has been so long since I have felt fine That's the reason that I've gotta get outta here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get outta here 'Cause New York's not my home That's the reason that I've gotta get outta here I'm so alone Don't you know that I gotta get outta here 'Cause New York's not my home |
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| 7. |
| 2:34 |
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Well, I had just got out from the county prison
Doin ninety days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldnt listen to the fact that I was a genius The man say, we got all that we can use. Now i got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin Working at the car wash blues Well, I should be sittin in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair Talkin some trash to the secretaries Sayin, here, now mama, come on over here. Instead, Im stuck here rubbin these fenders with a rag And walkin home in soggy old shoes With them steadily depressin, low down mind messin Workin at the car wash blues You know a man of my ability He should be smokin on a big cigar But till I get myself straight I guess Ill just have to wait In my rubber suit a-rubbin these cars Well, all I can do is a shake my head You might not believe that its true For workin at this end of niagara falls Is an undiscovered howard hughes So baby, dont expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society news Cause I got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin Workin at the car wash blues So baby, dont expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society news Cause I got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin Workin at the car wash blues Yeah I got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin Workin at the car wash blues |
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| 8. |
| 3:14 |
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Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I got a name, I got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Like the north wind whistling down the sky I've got a song, I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song, I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I go there proud Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream, I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream, I've got a dream Well, I know I can share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won't pass me by |
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| 9. |
| 2:33 |
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Well, I know it's kinda late.
I hope I didn't wake you. But what I gotta say can't wait, I know you'd understand. Every time I tried to tell you, The words just came out wrong, So I'll have to say I love you in a song. Yeah, I know it's kinda strange. Every time I'm near you, I just run out of things to say. I know you'd understand. Every time I tried to tell you, The words just came out wrong, So I'll have to say I love you in a song. Every time the time was right, All the words just came out wrong, So I'll have to say I love you in a song Yeah, I know it's kinda late. Hope I didn't wake you, But there's something I just gotta say. Know you'd understand. Every time I tried to tell you, The words just came out wrong So I'll have to say I love you in a song. |
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| 10. |
| 3:03 |
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Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because And they say You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well outta south Alabama come a country boy He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' boy By name 'a Willie McCoy But down home they call me Slim Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street He drivin' a drop top Cadillac Last week he took all my money And it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don't you know You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off the street And when the cuttin' was done The only part that wasn't bloody Was the soles of the big man's feet, ooh And he was cut in about a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe There come another kind of story When big Jim hit the floor now they say You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at And it's not hustlin' people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim |
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| 11. |
| 3:04 |
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I guess that it was bound to happen
Was just a matter of time Now I've come to my decision And its a-one of the painful kind 'Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr Just a regular guy wouldn't do But baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you You really gotta hand it to ya 'Cause girl you really tried But for ev'ry time that we spent laughin' There were two times that I cried And you were tryin' to make me your martyr And that's the one thing I just couldn't do 'Cause baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you 'Cause tables are meant for turnin' And people are bound to change And bridges are meant for burnin' When the people and mem'ries they join aren't the same Still I hope that you can find another Who can take what I could not He'll have to be a super guy Or maybe a super god 'Cause I never was much of a martyr before And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new And baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you 'Cause tables are meant for turnin' And people are bound to change And bridges are meant for burnin' When the people and mem'ries they join aren't the same But I hope that you can find another Who can take what I could not He'll have to be a super guy Or maybe a super god 'Cause I never was much of a martyr before And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new And baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you |
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| 12. |
| 2:47 |
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We've been runnin' away from somethin' we both know
We've long run out of things to say and I think I'd better go So don't be gettin' excited oh-when you hear that slammin' door Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the mornin' And we've been hidin' from somethin' that should have never gone this far But after all it's what we've done that makes us what we are And you've been talkin' in silence well if it's silence you adore Oh there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans upon your door One less voice a-talkin' But tomorrow's a dream away and today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it well that's the way I want it more Cause there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin' Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on you floor in the mornin' |
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| 13. |
| 3:12 |
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Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names Now we're just lonely people tryin' to forget eachother's names What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days Once we were lovers But that was long ago We lived together then And now we do not even say hello We lived together then And now we do not even say hello What came between us? Maybe we were just too young to know But now and then I feel the same And sometimes at night I think I hear you callin' my name Mmm hmm hmm these dreams They keep me goin' these days |
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| 14. |
| 3:28 |
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Gonna tell you a story, that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evening With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well I was just getting ready to get my hat When she caught my eye, and I put it back And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said that she was built like a 'fridgerator with a head Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena Well I could not help it, but to fall in love With this heavy duty woman I've been speaking of Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty, she might be fat But I never met a person who would tell her that She's my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed Hackensack sack mama The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen around and round, a round and round The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen Down in the arena |
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