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I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army Fighting the Germans in Sicily. My poor little momma Didn't know a soul in L.A. So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway. Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. Her own mother came to meet us at the station, Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew. Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too. Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you? An American Christian, God damn! On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. |
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| 2. |
| 3:32 |
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Don't remember much about my baby days,
But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon One side for White and one side for Colored I remember trash cans floatin' down Canal Street It rained every day one summer Momma used to take me to Audubon Park Show me the ways of the world She said, "here comes a white boy, there goes a black one, that one's an octoroon This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon And the paper down here's called the Picayune And here's a New Orleans tune" In 1948 my Daddy came to the city Told the people that they'd won the war Maybe they'd heard it, maybe not Probably they'd heard it and just forgot 'Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson Square And the people came to hear him from everywhere They started to party and they partied some more 'Cause New Orleans had won the war (We knew we'd do it, we done whipped the Yankees) Daddy said, "I'm gonna get this boy out of this place Bound to sap his strength People have fun here, and I think that they should But nobody from here every come to no good They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he's saved Then throw fireworks all 'round his grave" So he took us down to the airport, and flew us back to L.A. That was the end of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those gray clouds above you, what you want them around with you for? You got someone to love you Who could ask for more? It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away |
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| 3:38 |
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One September morning when I was five
My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed." I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside He said, "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on Here's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself? Get into the car, we're gone!" We drove, it seemed like forever, Further than I'd ever been away from home Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you, It's time to do what's right Gonna have to learn to work hard" I said, "Work? What are you talking about? You're not gonna leave me here, are you?" He said "Yes I am!" And drove off into the morning light For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand Then I heard sweet children's voices calling And I began to understand They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!" "Four eyes! Look like you're dead!" "Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?" "Look like you been whupped upside the head." |
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| 4. |
| 3:01 |
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Your eyelids are gettin' heavy
Hard to lift Your mind begins to wander Things start to drift Your arms are getting heavy Hard to lift You sink down a little deeper You're feeling wonderful (Chorus) Maybe you're falling in love Maybe you're falling in love Maybe you're falling, falling, falling, falling in love You stare across the harbor At the lights along the bay Your arms have got so heavy, now They're just getting in your way Look Now you're walkin' in the holy land Yeah, that's you there, walkin' with the king You ask "What have I done to deserve this?" Why, you haven't done a thing (Repeat chorus) |
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| 3:07 |
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All dressed up, nowhere to go
Looks so easy but it isn't you know Hard to find what you're dreamin' of But there's something special about our love Different people, different worlds You just call me, and I'll be there for you We belong together you know it's true 'Cause there's something special about our love It's all right, Baby, it's ok We're gonna make it no matter what they say Sure as the stars shine in the sky above There is something special about our love People change as time goes by Others come between But I'll love you 'til the day I die 'Cause there's something special 'bout you and me Something special about our love |
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| 2:48 |
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High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below I can hear the church bells ring I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station in the pouring rain Sat all night behind my big iron desk The oil on the water made a rainbow At the end of this bone-white gravel road They both lie sleeping on a feather bed And her hair is black as the sky at night But her eyes are gray like the moon You can run but you can't hide You can run but you can't hide You said you love me but I know you lied You said you love me but I know you lied |
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| 3:27 |
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They say that people are livin' in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin' in a burned-up room One bare light bulb swinging Little black kid come home from school Put his key in the door Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his own vomit on the floor You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy That's what you got to do You got to roll with the punches Tap it baby There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TV And they're making up all these boring stories About how bad things have come to be They say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry" "You got to, got to, got to heal the sick" I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody 'Cause they won't work a lick, you know They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will Gonna have to roll with them They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown You won't get nowhere putting down The old Red, White and Blue Tap it baby. Alright. All right! Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and gentlemen You can see all the way to Argentina Get it So pretty Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France Let 'em go to Russia Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there We have talked about the red, we have talked about the blue Now we gonna talk about the white That's what we're gonna do Now we had to roll with the punches, yes we did We had to roll with 'em We had to roll with the punches Yes we did We had to roll with 'em I don't care what you say You're livin' in the greatest country in the world When you're livin' in the USA Tap it baby, alright All right |
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| 3:29 |
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People tell me that I brag a lot 'cause I call myself the Masterman
Always talkin' 'bout how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no telephone But when we walk down the street people get out of the way They say "Here come the Masterman and Baby J" "Here come the Masterman and Baby J" Hit ithit it When we get on the mike we'll be number one Even top D.M.C. and Run Everybody's really gonna have some fun 'Cause we're takin' 'em all the way down We're takin' 'em all the way down Gonna rap about this, gonna rap about that Gonna tell everybody where it's at All over the world people gonna say You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J Hit it People tell me "Man you live in a dump" "You won't never be nothin' but a pumped-up chump" You got no moneyyou got no sense You won't never be nothing, you won't ever be nothing I say well-well-well-well When I look out my window, you know what I see I don't see no whores in the stinkin' street I don't see no drunks and junkies dying I don't see no bums or garbage flyin' I see me and J in the L.A. Coliseum 100,000 people on their feet And they're laughin' and bumpin' and screamin' and cryin' And jumpin' up on their seat And then the band begins to play and then they hush up And then the band begins to play and then they hush up And it gets real quiet in the Coliseum with the stage all dark and bare Maybe a little rain begins to fallyeah But the people stayin' right there Then you can hear that announcer say Please welcome! (the crowd roars) Please welcome! (the crowd roars) L.A.'s own, the number one The biggest, the best, the number one bad in the USA The Masterman and Baby J! The Masterman and Baby J! |
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| 2:37 |
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Left Los Angeles a short while ago
Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head Saw my momma on 12th and Grand Standing in the alley with the junkyard man They were both so loaded they could hardly stand Talkin' 'bout going to Mexico I said "Momma I was born Out there I was born again Been clear to California and back Was out there so long many times I thought I was dead" She said, "Sonny what's that you got wrapped around your head?" It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana It's from Hollywood USA Looked for the woman I used to love Seen her in a bar off the Harlem road Talking in a booth with Charley Hobbs And this ugly little dude whom I didn't know She said "Honey you're back I'm so glad When you was gone I was so sad You come in here lookin' so bad With that red bandana on your head With that red bandana on your head" Yes! It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana And it's red just like your blood is |
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| 2:15 |
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You can stand alone
Or with somebody else Or stand with all of us, together If you can believe In something bigger than yourself You can follow the flag forever They say it's just a dream That dreamers dreamed That it's an empty thing that really has no meaning They say it's all a lie But it's not a lie I'm going to follow the flag 'til I die Into every life a little rain must fall But it's not gonna rain forever You can rise aboveyou can rise above it all We will follow the flag together We will follow the flag together |
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| 4:08 |
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Of all of the people that I used to know
Most never adjusted to the great big world I see them lurking in book stores Working for the Public Radio Carrying their babies around in a sack on their back Moving careful and slow (Chorus) It's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the USA All of these people are much brighter than I In any fair system they would flourish and thrive But they barely survive They eke out a living and they barely survive When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen I took a hard look around me and asked what does it mean? So I talked to my father, and he didn't know And I talked to my friend and he didn't know And I talked to my brother and he didn't know And I talked to everybody that I knew (Chorus) It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do Then I talked to a man lived up on the county line I was washing his car with a friend of mine He was a little fat guy in a red jumpsuit I said "You look kind of funny" He said "I know that I do" "But I got a great big house on the hill here And a great big blonde wife inside it And a great big pool in my backyard and another great big pool beside it Sonny it's money that matters, hear what I say It's money that matters in the USA It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters whatever you do" |
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| 4:06 |
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I ran out on my children
And I ran out on my wife Gonna run out on you too, baby I done it all my life Everybody cried the night I left Well, almost everybody did My little boy just hung his head And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder And this is what I said: "Sonny I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" If I had one wish One dream I knew would come true I'd want to speak to all the people of the world I'd get up there, I'd get up there on that platform First I'd sing a song or two you know I would Then I'll tell you what I'd do I'd talk to the people and I'd say "It's a rough rough world, it's a tough tough world Well, you know And things don't always, things don't always go the way we plan But there's one thing, one thing we all have in common And it's something everyone can understand All over the world sing along I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" |
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