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We can share the women
We can share the wine We can share what we got of yours 'Cause we done shared all of mine Keep a rolling Just a mile to go Keep on rolling, my old buddy You're moving much too slow I just jumped the watchman Right outside the fence Took his ring, four bucks in change Now ain't that heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon Burns my eyes to see Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon Might as well be me We used to play for silver Now we play for life One's for sport and one's for blood At the point of a knife Now the die is shaken Now the die must fall There ain't a winner in this game Who don't go home with all Not with all... Leaving Texas Fourth day of July Sun so hot, clouds so low The eagles filled the sky Catch the Detroit Lightning Out of Santa Fe Great Northern out of Cheyenne From sea to shining sea Gotta get to Tulsa First train we can ride Got to settle one old score And one small point of pride... Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon Keep him from the sun Ain't no bed will give us rest, man, You keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita Cut his buddy down Dug for him a shallow grave And layed his body down Half a mile from Tucson By the morning light One man gone and another to go My old buddy you're moving much too slow We can share the women we can share the wine... |
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Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back step, like to walk on air Get back home where you belong and don't you run off no more Don't hang your head let the two-time roll Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor Ask the time? Baby I don't know Come back later, we'll let it show And I say row, Jimmy row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Here's my half a dollar if you dare double twist when you hit the air Look at Julie down below the levee doin the do-pas-o And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Broken heart don't feel so bad Ain't got half a what you thought you had Rock your baby to and fro Not too fast and not too slow And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row That's the way it's been in town ever since they tore the juke box down Two-bit piece don't buy no more not so much as it done before And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row |
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Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again |
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Awoke today, felt your side of the bed;
The covers were still warm where you been layin'. You were gone, oh gone, my heart was filled with dread; You might not be sleeping here again. But it's all right cause I love you, and that's not going to change. Run me around and make me hurt again and again. But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letters of your name. The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love? You guess from the cries you were listening to a fight. Well you know, oh know, haste is the last thing they're thinking of. You know they're only tryin' to make it thru the night. I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down Or fit you in the lines I might've drawn. It's just that I, oh I, have gotten used to havin' you around. The landscape would be empty, if you were gone; But it's all right cause I love you, and that's not going to change. Run me around and make me hurt again and again. But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letter of your name. The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain. |
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1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions And he blew that poor boy down. Do you know what he shot him for? What do you make of that? Cause Billy DeLions threw the lucky dice Won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat. Bayo, Bayo, tell me how can this be? You arrest the girls for turning tricks But you're scared of Stagger Lee. Stagger Lee is a madman and he shot my Billy D. Bayo go get him or give the job to me. Delia DeLions, dear sweet Delia-D How the hell can I arrest him? He's twice as big as me. Well don't ask me to go downtown, I won't come back alive (no more). Not only is that mother big but he packs a .45 (four). Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun he shot my Billy dead now I'm gonna see him hung. She went into the DeLion's club through Billy DeLions blood Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar, Said, "Buy me a gin fizz, love." As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high He shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die. Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street A three-piece band on the corner played "Near My God to Thee" But Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be? The song that woman sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". The song that Delia sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee". |
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I need a woman 'bout twice my age
A lady of nobility, gentility and rage Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw We'll go right through the book and break each and every law. I got a feeling and it won't go away, oh no Just one thing then I'll be OK I need a miracle every day. I need a woman 'bout twice my height Statuesque, raven-dressed, a goddess of the night. Her secret incantations, a candle burning blue We'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do. And it's real and it won't go away, oh no I can't get around and I can't run away I need a miracle every day. I need a woman 'bout twice my weight A ton of fun who packs a gun with all her freight Find her in a sideshow leave her in L.A. Ride her like a surfer running on a tidal wave. And it's real, believe what I say, yeah Just one thing I got to say I need a miracle every day. It takes dynamite to get me up Too much of everything is just enough One more thing I just got to say I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day, I need a miracle every day, (got to be the only way) I need a miracle |
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Well now baby used to stay all night long, made me cry, Lord she done me wrong.
Hurt my eyes open, and that's no lie, tables turnin', now it's her turn to cry, Cuz I used to love her, but it's all over now. Well I used to wake up in the morning, get my breakfast in bed, When I got worried, you know she eased my achin' head, But now she's here and there with every man in town' Still tryin' to take for that same old clown. Cuz I used to love her, but it's all over now. Well she used to run around with every man in town, Spend all my money, Lord I better pass "go", Put me out, it was a pity how I cried, table's turnin', now it's her turn to cry, Cuz I used to love her, but it's all over now. Yes and I used to love her, but it's all over now. |
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Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wond'rin' what to choose. Goes to show, you don't ever know, Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. I been gamblin' hereabouts for ten good solid years, If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes, I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down. Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Don't you let that deal go down, don't you let that deal go down. |
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You're tellin me this town ain't got no heart
Well, well, well, you can never tell The sunny side of the street is dark Well, well, well, you can never tell Maybe that's cause it's midnight, In the dark of the moon besides Maybe the dark is from your eyes Maybe the dark is from your eyes Maybe the dark is from your eyes You know you got such dark eyes Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around You think you've seen this town clear through Well, well, well, you can never tell Nothin' here that could interest you Well, well, well, you can never tell It's not because you missed out On the thing that we had, to start Maybe you had too much too fast Maybe you had too much too fast Maybe you had too much too fast Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around Since I'm passing your way today Well, well, well, you can never tell I just stopped in cause I want to say Well, well, well, you can never tell I recall your darkness When it crackled like a thundercloud Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart When I can hear it beat out loud Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around |
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Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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All the years combine
they melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end there's just a song comes crying like the wind through all the broken dreams and vanished years Stella Blue When all the cards are down there's nothing left to see There's just the pavement left and broken dreams In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind down every lonely street that's ever been Stella Blue I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel Can't win for trying Dust off those rusty strings just one more time Gonna make em shine It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free There's nothing you can hold for very long And when you hear that song come crying like the wind it seems like all this life was just a dream Stella Blue |
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Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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