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I come in on a night train
With an arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I busted up a chifforobe Way out by the cocomo Cooked up a mess a mulligan And got into a fight Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack You probably seen me sleepin' Out by the railroad tracks Go on and ask the Prince Of Darkness What about all that smoke Come from the stack Sometimes I kill myself a jackel Suck out all the blood Steal myself a stationwagon Drivin' through the mud I want to whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack I know you seen my headlights And the honkin' of my horn I'm callin' out my bloodhounds Chase the devil through the corn Last night I chugged the Mississippi Now that suckers dry as a bone I'm Born in a taxi cab I'm never comin' home Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack My eyes have seen the glory Of the drainin' of the ditch I only come to Baton Rouge To find myself a witch I'm-ona snatch me up a Couple of 'em every time it rains You see a locomotive Probably thinkin' its a train Whistlin' past the graveyard Steppin' on a crack I'm a mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack What you think is the sunshine Is just a twinkle in my eye That ring around my finger Called the 4th of July When I get a little bit lonesome And a tear falls from my check There's gonna be an ocean in The middle of the week Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack I'm mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack I come into town on a night train Arm full of box cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night I'm gona tear me off a rainbow And wear it for a tie I never told the truth So I can never tell a lie Whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack A mean Mother Hubbard Papa One Eyed Jack |
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| 2. |
| 2:21 |
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Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp,
I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town, Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes, Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues And the porno floor show, live nude girls, Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose Raise my rent and take off all your clothes With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum, She's so good, make a dead man come Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me (scat) Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips >From the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips Chopped and channeled and lowered and lewd And the cheater slicks and baby moons She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared And the band is awful and so are the tunes (scat) Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly, And I'm getting harder than Chinese algebrassieres And cheers from the (hmm) compendium here "Hey sweetheart" they're yelling for more You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor And I like Shelly, and you like Jane And what was the girl with the snakeskin's name? And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day, Get you a little something that you can't get at home Get you a little something that you can't get at home It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night, And I'll be back tomorrow night (scat |
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| 3:32 |
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Romeo is bleeding
But not so as you'd notice He's over on 18th street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand For all the pachucos at the pumps At Romeos paint and body They all seein' how far they can spit Well it was just another night But how they're huddled in the brake lights of a 58 Belair And listenin' to how Romeo killed a sherrif with his knife And they all jump when they hear the sirens But Romeo just laughs All the racket in the world ain't never gonna Save that coppers ass He'll never see another summertime for gunnin' down my brother And leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife Romeo says, "Hey man gimme a cigarette" And they all reach for their pack and Frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back Throws bottle at a milk truck And as it breaks he grabs his nuts And they all know they could be just like Romeo If they only had the guts But Romeo is bleeding But nobody can tell He sings along with the radio With a bullet in his chest And he combs back his fenders And they all agree it's clear That every thing is cool now that Romeos is here Romeo is bleeding He winces now and then He leans against the car door Feels the blood in his shoes Someones crying in the 5 point In the phone booth by the store Romeo starts his engines And wipes the blood off the door And he brodys through the signal With the radio full blast Leavin' the boys there hikin' up there chinos And they all try to stand like Romeo Beneath the moon cut like a sickle And they're talkin' now in spanish all about their hero Romeo is bleeding As he gives the man his ticket He climbs to the balcony at the movies He'll die without a wimper Like every heros dream Like an angel with a bullet And Cagney on the screen Romeo is bleeding Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding, hey man Romeo is bleeding |
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| 3:41 |
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Let's put a new coat of paint
On this lonesome old town Set em' up, we'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress Baby I'll a tie We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon In that burgundy sky All our scribbled love dreams are lost or thrown away Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowin' day Our love needs a transfusion let's shoot it full of wine Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin' in your line. So let's put a new coat of paint On this lonesome old town Set em' up, set em' up we'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress baby I'll wear a tie We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon In that burgundy sky |
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| 3:48 |
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Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains, With busted handle bars Out in the rain. Somebody must Have an orphanage for All these things that nobody Wants any more September's reminding July It's time to be saying good-bye. Summer is gone, Our love will remain. Like old broken bicycles Out in the rain. Broken Bicycles, Don't tell my folks; There's all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes, Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn. The wheels won't turn When the other has gone. The seasons can turn on a dime, Somehow I forget every time; For all the things that you've given me Will always stay Broken, but I'll never throw them away |
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| 4:44 |
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Old Boyfriends,
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat, Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel. Old Boy friends, You remember the kinds of cars they drove, Parking in an orange grove. He fell in love you see, With someone that I used to be. Tho I very seldom think of him, Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's Blue satin dress can make the window Like a dream Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else, Now they talk endlessly In a drawer where I keep All my Old Boyfriends Remember when you were burning for them? Why do you keep turning them into Old Boyfriends? They look you up when they're in town To see if they can still burn you down You fell in love you see With someone that I used to be Old Boyfriends Turn up every time it rains, Fall out of the pages in a magazine Old Boyfriends. Girls fill up the bars every spring, Not places for remembering. Old boyfriends All my old boyfriends Old boyfriends |
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| 5:08 |
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The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love we're crazy As we fight like cats and dogs But I just know there's got to be more So please call me, baby Wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded Everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain I admit that I ain't no angel I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find (Chorus) We're always at each other's throats It drives me up the wall Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me And I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams (Chorus |
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sticks and stones will break my bones, but i always will be true, and when your mama is dead and gone, i'll sing this lullabye just for you, and what becomes of all the little boys, who never comb their hair, well they're lined up all around the block, on the nickel over there. so you better bring a bucket, there is a hole in the pail, and if you don't get my letter, then you'll know that i'm in jail, and what becomes of all the little boys, who never say their prayers, well they're sleepin' like a baby, on the nickel over there. and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star, well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit, just like punchlines between the cars, and i know a place where a royal flush, can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson, is on the nickel over there. so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain, and you're always late for supper, and man you let me down again, i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where, you can skip the light, with grady tuck, on the nickel over there. so what becomes of all the little boys, who run away from home, well the world just keeps gettin' bigger, once you get out on your own, so here's to all the little boys, the sandman takes you where, you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman, on the nickel over there. so let's climb up through that button hole, and we'll fall right up the stairs, and i'll show you where the short dogs grow, on the nickel over there |
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muriel since you left town the clubs closed down
and there's one more burned out lamppost down on the main street down where we used to stroll and muriel i still hit all the same old haunts and you follow me wherever i go and muriel i see you on a saturday night in a penny arcade with your hair tied back and the diamond twinkle in your eye is the only wedding ring i'll buy you muriel and muriel how many times i've left this town to hide from your memory and it haunts me but i only get as far as the next whiskey bar i buy another cheap cigar and i'll see you every night hey muriel muriel hey buddy got a light |
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hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9-th street right above a dirty bookstore off cuclid avenue and I stopped taking dope and I quit drinking whiskey and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track. and he says that he loves me even though its not his baby and he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother and he takes me out dancin every saturday nite. and hey Charley I think about you everytime I pass a fillin' station on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair and I still have that record of little anthony & the imperials but someone stole my record player how do you like that? hey Charley I almost went crazy after mario got busted so I went back to omaha to live with my folks but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison so I came back in minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay. hey Charley I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident and I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of em I'd just drive a different car every day dependin on how I feel. hey Charley for chrissakes do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone and I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come valentines day. |
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