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She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She never stumbles, she got no place to fall She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween, buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, give her a drum |
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Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty in it Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances On a bottle of wine Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, if you wanna see the sun rise Honey, I know where We'll go out and see it sometime We'll both just sit there and stare Me with my belt Wrapped around my head And you just sittin' there In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you It's bad for your health, he said Yes, I disobeyed his orders I came to see you But I found him there instead You know, I don't mind him cheatin' on me But I sure wish he'd take that off his head Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I see you got a new boyfriend You know, I never seen him before Well, I saw him Makin' love to you You forgot to close the garage door You might think he loves you for your money But I know what he really loves you for It's your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat |
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Well, I ride on the mail train, babe, can't buy a thrill
Well, I've been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees? Don't the brakeman look good, mama, flagging down the Double E's? Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea? But don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me? Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody, but I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost |
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Crash on the levee, mama,
Water's gonna overflow, Swamp's gonna rise, No boat's gonna row. Now, you can train on down To Williams Point, You can bust your feet, You can rock this joint. But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Now, don't you try an' move me, You're just gonna lose. There's a crash on the levee And, mama, you've been refused. Well, it's sugar for sugar And salt for salt, If you go down in the flood, It's gonna be your own fault. Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Well, that high tide's risin', Mama, don't you let me down. Pack up your suitcase, Mama, don't you make a sound. Now, it's king for king, Queen for queen, It's gonna be the meanest flood That anybody's seen. Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. |
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Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha Honey, we could be in Kansas By time the snow begins to thaw. They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn Honey you wouldn't know it by me Every day's been darkness since you been gone. Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind Well, I feel just like that rooster Honey, ya treat me so unkind. Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above Well, you know I even outrun the hound dogs Honey, you know I've earned your love. Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship Ain't that just like my heart, babe When you kissed my lips? |
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You may be an ambassador
To England or France You might like to gamble You might like to dance You may be the heavyweight Champion of the world You might be a socialite With a long string of pearls But you're gonna have to serve somebody Yes indeed, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil Or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody Might be a Rock-n-roll addict Prancing on the stage Money, Drugs at your command Women in a cage You may be a businessman Or some high degree thief They may call you doctor Or they may call you chief But you're gonna have to serve somebody Yes you are, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil Or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody You may be a state trooper You might be a young tough You may be the head Of some big TV network You may be rich or poor You may be blind or lame Maybe livin' in another Country Under another name But you're gonna have to serve somebody Yes you are, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil Or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody Maybe a construction worker Workin' on a home Might be livin' in a Mansion You might live in a dome You may own guns And you may even own tanks You may be someone's landlord You may even own banks But you're gonna have to serve somebody Yes, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil Or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody You may be a Preacher Preaching Spiritual Pride Maybe a City Councilman Takin' bribes on the side Maybe working in a Barbershop You may know how to cut hair You may be somebody's mistress Maybe somebody's heir But you're gonna have to serve somebody Yes, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil Or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody Might like to wear cotton Might like to wear silk Might like to drink whiskey Might like to drink milk Might like to eat caviar You might like to eat bread Maybe sleeping on the floor Sleepin' in a king-size bed But you're gonna have to serve somebody Yes indeed, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil Or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody You may call me Terry You may call me Timmy You may call me Bobby Or you may call me Zimmy You may call me RJ You may call me Ray You may call me anything No matter what you say You're still gonna have to serve somebody Yes, you're gonna have to serve somebody Well it may be the Devil And it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody Ohh Yeah Serve Somebody |
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Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her face Been treated like a farm animal on a wid goose chase. West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery, Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery, Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me About the madness of becomin' what one was never meant to be. West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Don't know what I can say about Claudette wouldn't come back to haunt me, Finally had to give her up 'bout the time she began to want me. But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated. I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated. West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the burning of the cage, Curtain risin' on a new stage, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature? I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture. There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it, Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it. West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the turnin' of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Cities on fire, phones out of order, They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border. What can I say about Claudette? Ain't seen her since January, She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires. West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar, I see the turnin' of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. |
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Well, I thought that the rain would cool things down
But it looks like it don't. I'd like to get you to change your mind But it looks like you won't. From now on I'll be busy, Ain't goin' nowhere fast. I'm just glad it's over And I'm seeing the real you at last. Well, didn't I risk my neck for you, Didn't I take chances? Didn't I rise above it all for you, The most unfortunate circumstances? Well, I have had some rotten nights, Didn't think that they would pass. I'm just thankful and grateful To be seeing the real you at last. I'm hungry and I'm irritable And I'm tired of this bag of tricks. At one time there was nothing wrong with me That you could not fix. Well, I sailed through the storm Strapped to the mast, But the time has come And I'm seeing the real you at last. When I met you, baby, You didn't show no visible scars. You could ride like Annie Oakley, You could shoot like Belle Starr. Well, I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble, Trouble always comes to pass But all I care about now Is that I'm seeing the real you at last. Well, I'm gonna quit this baby talk now, I guess I should have known. I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles, I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone. Whatever you gonna do, Please do it fast. I'm still trying to get used to Seeing the real you at last. |
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Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs Broken idols, broken heads People sleeping in broken beds Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking Everything is broken Broken bottles, broken plates Broken switches, broken gates Broken dishes, broken parts Streets are filled with broken hearts Broken words never meant to be spoken Everything is broken Seem like every time you stop and turn around Something else just hit the ground Broken cutters, broken saws Broken buckles, broken laws Broken bodies, broken bones Broken voices on broken phones Take a deep breath, feel like you're choking Everything is broken Every time you leave and go off someplace Things fall to pieces in my face Broken hands on broken ploughs Broken treaties, broken vows Broken pipes, broken tools People bending broken rules Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking Everything is broken |
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Gon' walk down that dirt road till someone lets me ride
Gon' walk down that dirt road till someone lets me ride If I can't find my baby, I'm gonna run away and hide Well, I been pacing around the room hoping maybe she'd come back Pacing 'round the room hoping maybe she'd come back Well, I been praying for salvation, laying 'round in a one room country shack Gon' walk down that dirt road until my eyes begin to bleed Gon' walk down that dirt road until my eyes begin to bleed Till there's nothing left to see, till the chains have been shattered and I've been freed But I been lookin' at my shadow, I been watching the colors up above Lookin' at my shadow, watching the colors up above Rolling through the rain and hail, looking for the sunny side of love Gon' walk on down that dirt road till everything becomes the same Gon' walk on down that dirt road till everything becomes the same Gotta keep on walkin' till I hear her holler out my name |
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High water risin'
Risin' night and day All the gold and silver Are being stolen away Big Joe Turner lookin' East and West From the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City Twelfth Street and Vine Nothing standing there High water everywhere High water risin' The shacks are slidin' down Folks lose their possessions Folks are leaving town Bertha Mason shook it, broke it Then she hung it on a wall Says, <i>"You're dancin' with whom they tell you to Or you don't dance at all."</i> It's tough out there High water everywhere I got a cravin' love for blazing speed Got a hopped up Mustang Ford Jump into the wagon, love Throw your panties overboard I can write you poems Make a strong man lose his mind I'm no pig without a wig I hope you treat me kind Things are breakin' up out there High water everywhere High water risin' Six inches 'bove my head Coffins droppin' in the street Like balloons made out of lead Water pourin' into Vicksburg Don't know what I'm going to do <i>"Don't reach out for me,"</i> she said <i>"Can't you see I'm drownin' too?"</i> It's rough out there High water everywhere Well, George Lewis told the Englishman The Italian and the Jew "You can't open your mind, boys To every conceivable point of view." They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway Five Judge says to the High Sheriff <i>"I want him dead or alive Either one, I don't care."</i> High Water everywhere The Cuckoo is a pretty bird She warbles as she flies I'm preachin' the Word of God I'm puttin' out your eyes I asked Fat Nancy for something to eat She said, "Take it off the shelf. As great as you are, man You'll never be greater than yourself." I told her I didn't really care High water everywhere I'm getting' up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom Keeping away from the women I'm givin' 'em lots of room Thunder rolling over Clarksdale Everything is looking blue I just can't be happy, love Unless you're happy too It's bad out there High water everywhere |
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Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem." I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell |
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