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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
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Sittin' around here pickin' my banjo Thinking about love and the aftertought All those days we had together What was what and what was not You and I we were so crazy Going from here back to there Now I'm thinking 'bout tomorrow Or the who's who and what was where Bye 'n bye from now on time will shift and we'll be gone It don't matter anyway Another song Another day Those old days were oh so clever You and I and that old friend Thinkin' we were all together We didn't know what never end What future is I'll never know It is to me a no show Yesterday has just went by I tried to go but it wants to fly Bye 'n bye from now on time will shift and we'll be gone It don't matter anyway Another song Another day |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Blues for Mama Blues for Mama It just seems wrong, to sing this song 'cos she's not here, where she belongs Blues for Mama Blues for Mama Rest her soul, she's grown so cold Her touch is like the winter snow Blues for Mama Blues for Mama She went away only yesterday I cound't help What can I say Blues for Mama Blues for Mama Blues for Mama Blues for Mama She made her run She can't be done She's the only one Blues for Mama Blues for Mama |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Chains of love, won't let me be They keep haunting, haunting me Free my mind, from their vice Chains of love, cold as ice That old key, I've yet to find That unlocks, those ties of mine Ain't no way (ain't no way) I am told (I am told) No you cannot (no you cannot) Break the hold (break the hold) Chains of love (chains of love) Won't let me be (won't let me be) They keep haunting (they keep haunting) Haunting me (haunting me) Once you get down, you will know They won't ever ever, let you go Chains of love, all wrapped in now Break this bond, I don't know how Chains of love, will follow you Don't matter, what you do Free my mind, from this vice Chains of love, cold as ice Chains of love, won't let me be They keep haunting, haunting me Free my mind, from their vice Chains of love, cold as ice That old key, I've yet to find That unlocks, those ties of mine Chains of love, won't let me be They keep haunting, haunting me |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Once a day, everyday Sometimes all night long She moves her body next to mine To the rythm of this song They call her May, some call her June She just needs a dancer No matter what day you call her now I call her fancy dancer Fancy dancer The way she moves, I say If you ask, she will consent To fancy dance all day No man has ever lasted out The night along with her The pace's too quick, the heat's too hot She dances in a blur When the sun begins to fade You might have a chance To meet the lady of the night She is the fancy dancer Fancy dancer The way she moves, I say If you ask, she will consent To fancy dance all day She draws attention from anyone Who happens on her scent It's mostly men who want to try out The dancing queen Fancy dancer The way she moves, I say If you ask, she will consent To fancy dance all day |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
She said she had no money But he was in doubt He told her, "I used to be in too" But now he was out "Spare some small change lady And I'll be on my way" She looked into his eyes And deep in his soul I know she was wondering If he was in control She muttered to herself, "Those beggars, Where do they all come from?" He said, "I'm not a homeless man I'm a gypsy by trade And I'm travelling this land I'm not a homeless man" He moved through the streets With his headband low Never thinking he would never see That woman again, you know Just sleeping in the doorways And alleys like he always had The years rolled by And later on He spotted an old woman All tattered and worn Hard times had got her Her clothes were ragged and old She said, "I'm not a homeless woman I'm a gypsy by trade And I'm travelling this land I'm not a homeless woman" Sometime in the daytime Sometimes at night You will see a couple walking They'll come into sight Pushing their carts And holding hands If you ask to help They'll just run away Like little children, out to play And if you ask, "Who are you" They'll always say "I'm not a homeless man I'm a gypsy by trade And I'm travelling this land She's not a homeless woman I'm not a homeless man" |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Rattlin' rattlin' rattlin' round, all this talk and making sounds Talkin' fast, talkin' low, we called him Motormouth He say you called, he say it's you, it's anything that you can use If you need it, need it now, he'll be there, Motormouth I know you see him everywhere, in your face he's always here If you try to back away, he'll just say, "Hey! Gotta a tip for you man, listen to the understanding Now if you can't endure the life, I'm Motormouth, I'm on your side" He's real quick to advise, stretch the truth and tell you lies Never, never talkin' slow, Motormouth is on the go Needs some paper really quick, he'll take you down his mini slate He's got the balls, he's got the clout, alway talkin', Motormouth I know you see him everywhere, in your face he's always here If you try to back away, he'll just say, "Hey! Gotta a tip for you man, listen to the understanding Now if you're down the road of life, I'm Motormouth, I'm on your side" Rattlin' rattlin' rattlin' round, all this talk and making sounds Talkin' fair, let's talk tomorrow, we called him Motormouth |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Now my gal don't like them red red roses She don't like perfume Now my gal ain't got no fancy notions She just likes to make love all night And sleep all afternoon Now my gal don't drive no Cadillac car She's got no place to go She's just undecided Fake it through the day "The night time is the right time you know" She can't sing and she can't dance She can't walk too well She can't cook and she can't sew But boy she can sure raise hell My my my, She sure gets high My my my my my |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
She's on the grounds, that's what they say I heard the news only yesterday She's on the prowl like a siamese cat I hope I'm where it's at She's got a lover It's a guarantee That her new lover It ain't me She's got a lover That's what I'm told She got a lover I'm out in the cold She's on the grounds, that's what they say I heard the news only yesterday She's on the prowl like a siamese cat I must not be where it's at She's got a lover Puts her in a trance She's got a lover I ain't got a chance She's got a lover It's a guarantee That her new lover It ain't me She's got a lover That's what i'm told She got a lover I'm out in the cold |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
One step forward and two steps back Been carrying them bricks upon my back Bossman told me you ain't getting paid 'til the house is built and the bricks are laid It's made out of wood, made out of stone I'm building that man a fancy home That's the way it is let me tell you jack It's one step forward and two steps back Working man he got a row to hoe He's up in the morning and down the road Carry them bricks and carry that stone Making that man a fancy home Rich man he don't work no more Talks on the phone to his stockbroker That's the way it is let me tell you jack It's one step forward and two steps back Well I'm not a thinking man you see And I'm not looking for no sympathy But one of these days I'll get my fill Be down the road and over the hill I won't carry them bricks again And I won't do it for any man If I use my brain instead of my back I'll be two steps forward and one step back That's the way it is let me tell you jack It's one step forward and two steps back |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Rio de Janeiro Hot wind of brazilian nights Rio de Janeiro I tip my sombrero on a tan girl in the moonlight Their close encounters make a man Feel just right Rio de Janeiro The steamy place That you are Rio de Janeiro I've come to love you from afar To touch the water of your sea Feel your sensuality Walk your boulevards Sao Paulo, Brazilia I've been there before They make me think of just a girl next door They don't have your sexual groove Rio, Rio puts me in that mood Rio de Janeiro Your sultry rythms get me up Rio de Janeiro If I could drink from your cup I need a shot Your pulse is hot Rio, Rio you're so corrupt I'm just a lonely caballero I'm just a lonely, lonely man I'm just a lonely caballero Tryin' to make it to your land Rio de Janeiro Rio de Janeiro To touch the water of your sea Feel your sensuality Walk your boulevards |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more Man he done cut if off And moved it all around There ain't no river runnin' No water can't be found Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more Fish ain't swimmin' Ain't no fish around nowhere Fish ain't swimmin' Ain't nobody seem to care They botteled up and dammed it Choked it up and jammed it Killed the life around it And stole it like a bandit Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more What used to be a river Now is just an empty site Ain't no vegetation It's just an agitation It don't seem right There ain't no trees a growin' No animals are showin' What used to be a stream Is now just a dream Stone river Water ain't runnin' nowhere Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more Man he done cut it off And moved it all around There ain't no river runnin' No water can't be found Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more They botteled up and dammed it Choked it up and jammed it Killed the life around it And stole it like a bandit Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more There ain't no trees a growin' No animals are showin' What used to be a stream Is now just a dream Stone river Water ain't runnin' nowhere Stone river Water ain't runnin' no more |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Have you heard the news that's going 'round here The man in charge has got to go Cause he dances 'round the problem, boy And the problem is the man in charge you know Now, the young knows what I'm talking 'bout It's a con in the old man's game The man in charge, he don't know what he's doing He don't know the world has changed Power seems to be so far up The man on the street ain't got a clue The high top cats running your life Think the problem is me and you Born in a time that has gone by The old tell the young what to do Have you heard the news that's going 'round here The problem is the man in charge of you The problem is the man in charge of you Power seems to be so far up The man on the street ain't got a clue The high top cats running your life Think the problem is me and you Have you heard the news that's going 'round here The man in charge has to go The man in charge has got to go The man in charge has to go |
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from J. J. Cale - To Tulsa And Back (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
A hundred miles is not too far Unless you have to walk Life, it seems, is like a dream Until you have to talk Don't wonder for a moment If you win or lose Just stop and stay, and watch the day And listen to these blues If it don't work for you, girl Put it off your mind If you drink anew from the well You find the bottom line A fancy woman told me John, you're bound to do this So I just stay and watch the day And sing these lonesome blues The blues is not a song you sing It is a way of life I've hung around them bar rooms, girl Almost all my life The men, they all are gamblers They take all they can use So if I find no peace of mind I'll settle for these blues |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Saturday, past September
In the jailhouse, I remember I got caught with too much soul Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico Spanish lights and pretty faces Trip you out to where the place is Load you up and let you go Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico Across the border is where you get her The wine's good, there ain't no better I think I'll get me some to go Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
They call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road They call me the breeze I keep blowing down the road I ain't got me nobody I ain't carrying me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me I ain't hidin' from nobody Ain't nobody hidin' from me I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia Might stay home |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick
Ain't had my medicine in over a week My mind's fine but my body feels weak Call the doctor, I think I'm sick A shady lady took all my bread Ravished my body, lord, and messed with my head I don't know but I've had my fill Call the doctor and tell him I'm ill My money's gone and I've got no place to go I don't believe I've ever felt so low If you've got the time while you hang around Call the doctor and tell him I'm down |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Well you can't live here like this anymore
No you can't live here like this anymore No you can't live here like this Cause your man he ain't gonna like it No you can't live here like this anymore What's your mama gonna say about you when you get home What's your mama gonna say about you when you get home She's gonna whip your butt for sure now She's gonna wonder what you do now What's your mama gonna say about you when you get home You better slip on across that fence where you belong You better get on back there quick before they know you're gone No you can't live here like this Cause your people ain't gonna like it No you can't live here like this anymore |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Cherry, I'd like to love you
Cherry, will you love me too Someday I will take you away That's all I want to do I'll love you forever, Cherry Will you love me too Sweet as a morning sunrise Fresh as a mountain dew Someday I will love you Cherry, will you love me too I need you forever Cherry, will you need me too I'll love you forever Cherry, will you love me too Cherry, will you love me too |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Clyde plays electric bass
Plays it with finesse and grace Sit on the porch without no shoes A-picking the bass and singing the blues Misery loves company And his old dog sings harmony Tambourine tied to his tail You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail Jody May, she got a dollar Down the road you can hear her holler "Get up Clyde, we got something to do That old dog can sing the blues" He don't move, he don't flinch Clyde, he don't move an inch Just sit on the porch without no shoes Picking his bass and singing the blues |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Crazy mama, where you been so long
Crazy mama, where you been so long You've been hiding out, I know that's true Crazy mama, I sure need you Crazy mama, where you been so long Standing on the corner, looking for you, baby Standing on the corner, looking for you, baby Lord mercy, I can not see, crazy mama coming back to me Crazy mama, where you been so long |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine I get so lonely, lonely, lonely It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine What can you do when those tears make you blind What can you do when those tears make you blind I get so lonely, lonely, lonely What can you do with these crying eyes of mine |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
From the California shore to New York City
The beat don't never stop You can hear it on the radio anywhere you go It's steady as the rhythm of a clock It cuts through the noise of the city life It won't seem to go away It's the devil in disguise I tell you no lies My fingers do the walking everyday Yonder comes a young girl she wants to take a whirl She thinks it's all a dream She got rock and roll way down in her soul She wants to know where's the limousine Get up honey let your mama sit down You're too young anyway The devil in disguise give her the prize Then you can carry her away When the road I travel starts to unravel Every which way it goes The beat starts to press on my bullet proof vest And my high turns out to be low Give me my guitar I'm going to go far Let me see it let me hold it in my hand I'm the devil in disguise I tell you no lies I'm playing in a rock 'n roll band |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
If I'm standing in a crowd, call my name, call it loud Don't go to strangers, woman, call on me Wave your arms in the air, let me know that you're there When in doubt, oh woman, call on me Don't leave me here to rust, don't let me turn to dust Oh, woman, when in doubt, call on me If I'm standing in a crowd, call my name, call it loud Don't go to strangers, woman, call on me |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Don't wait, don't wait
Don't wait for the good times to come We got 'em right here, we're on the run Don't wait, don't wait Going back, going back Going way back, back in time Another place, another mind Going back, going back Walk on, walk on Walk on straight ahead Don't look around, don't turn your head Walk on, walk on Fly away, fly away Fly away away with me I never been so flying free Fly away, fly away Bye bye, bye bye Please don't ever say You're leaving me, you're going away Bye bye, bye bye |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Downtown L.A. is a depressing place
You can see young men with deep lines in their face They could all be something if somebody cared But nobody knows they're even down there Old woman walking with a sack on her back Picking up the garbage people put out back Men down there trying to walk the line Trading their soul for a bottle of wine In the inner city it ain't no good It's a long, long way from Hollywood Bad kind of people got a hold of the street They got something that the poor people need At two in the morning they bust your head Fat chance walking you'll end up dead It' the law of the jungle with a gun and a knife If you stay long enough you lose your life Man down there he couldn't be lying He was sleeping in the street and he couldn't keep from crying Said he'd been there for twenty one years Through the bars and the brawls and the blues and the tears Prop up the front the back falls down All around the canyons of L.A. town When he asked me for a dollar I looked him in his face Downtown L.A. is a depressing place |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Had me a woman down in Tennessee
Boy she used to love me Free fever got me and I had to go I never seen that woman no more New York City is a place I been I was there one time with a travellin' band Young girl there wanted me to stay I think she wanted me to pay Roll it out, roll it in Here we go down the road again Drifters life is a drifters wife Don't say I didn't tell you so Travellin' man now he don't know Only what he hears on the radio Politics and money don't bother him Only good lookin' women and a bottle of gin Portland, Oregon, to the Mexican line Boy let me tell you the women are fine If you don't hang around there very long They'll never ever know you're gone Roll it out, roll it in Here we go down the road again Drifters life is a drifters wife Don't say I didn't tell you so |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Hey baby, it's your time now
Hey baby, you made it somehow Don't let nobody come and bring you down Hey baby, you've got 'em on the run You know, you've got 'em on the run I know you, you have just begun When you came into my life My love, I thought I would die There's never been nobody like you You take away these blues Hey baby, you're looking real good You know, you're looking real good You make the day a song like I knew you would When you came into my life Lord, I thought I would die I never met nobody like you For telling my troubles to |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
First time I seen you, I knew
You had come undone for someone mistreated you The ringing in your ears, the salt in your tears Yes, I know I would feel sick at a dirty deal, yes I do Some bright morning, the sun will shine again Some bright morning, start all over again Hold on, you've got to hold on If nothing is real, I know how it feels, yes I do Hold on, when everything is gone I know how it feels to get a dirty deal, I do |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
I'm a gypsy man on a one-night stand Am I fit to be loved by you I'm with a gypsy van, just travelling the land They'll be leaving in the morning, I'll be leaving too Things like love don't tie me down I just spread my love around Like small change on girls I don't know I'm a gypsy man on a one-night stand Gonna have some fun before I have to go Don't you cry and don't you weep Close your eyes and go to sleep I've had you in my arms too long What fortunes did I bring, golden earrings When you wake up in the morning I'll be gone Things like love don't tie me down I just spread my love around Like small change on girls I don't know I'm a gypsy man on a one-night stand |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you Mmm, mmm, mmm Let me do it to you |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Whippoorwill's singing
Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby I left down in New Orleans I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe You're the best I ever had You're the best I ever had You whisper "Good morning" So gently in my ear I'm coming home to you, babe I'll soon be there I'll soon be there |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Mississippi River railroad track
Want to go to Memphis get my baby back Get me a motorcycle take off tomorrow If it don't run I'll get me a car Fill that car with gasoline Do anything just to see her again Mississippi River railroad track Want to go to Memphis get my baby back Walking down the highway Thumbing down the road Got to get there How I don't know Uphill, downhill, just around the bend Got to go to Memphis see my baby again Leaving in the morning I cannot wait Got to go to Memphis See my baby today Get me a ticket fly on a cloud Airplane, airplane help me out Mississippi River railroad track Want to go to Memphis get my baby back |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Nobody but you in my dreams at night
Nobody but you in my thoughts Nobody but you in my dreams at night Without you I am lost Without you I am lost Can't seem to sleep after the sun goes down Walking the streets is all I do If you ever look you'll find me hanging 'round Nobody but you, nobody but you Without you I am lost Nobody but you in my dreams at night Nobody but you in my thoughts Nobody but you in my dreams at night Without you I am lost |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
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Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No way to relieve this feeling inside You done gave me them blues and then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Shame, oh shame, on what you do Can't you see that I, I, I, been feeling so blue Cast a spell on me, then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Pardon me, if I sound so sad I can't get to you when I want you so bad You done gave me them blues, then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
I ain't high on cocaine
I don't need the pain It's bad for your brain and that's true I ain't droppin' no names I ain't playin' no games I'm just one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues From Memphis to Reno From New York to Tokyo I'll try to come through for you I won't do you in I ain't no fairweather friend I'm just one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues I don't rob, I don't steal I ain't beggin' no meal I ain't driven to drink, I'm no fool I don't run with the crowd I don't talk big and loud I'm just one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues I've been under a spell I ain't been feelin' well I've been in a shell, and that's true Dealin' with a curse But it couldn't be worse I've been one step ahead of the blues One step ahead of the blues |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Low-down way you're feeling, the sexy things you do Baby, baby, baby, let me talk to you I just love to whisper in your sexy ear Tell you that I love you, take away your fear Destroy your inhibitions, ridin' back the day Low-down, slow down, keeping low down in that funky way Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more The way you move your body, it is a crying shame I won't tell nobody if you will do the same If you leave tomorrow, one thing that's for sure The more you get, the more you've got, the more you want some more Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Well, the river runs deep and the water is cold as ice
The river runs deep and the water is cold as ice I go down there every chance I get It's where my baby she met her death And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice Ain't no woman gonna make a fool out of me Ain't no woman gonna make a fool out of me Running 'round, that's what they said She's at the bottom of the river dead And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice No cheating woman gonna get a good man down No cheating woman gonna get a good man down Running 'round like a silly fool You're gonna end up at the bottom of the pool And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Days are longer
By yourself You sold your soul to someone else Now you're paying, can't you see You want to pass it back to me Told you once, told you twice When you're gone don't expect to come back Things don't work out like I planned 'Cause you've got yourself another man Danger signal, danger ahead I know you'd be better if you thought If you thought I was dead I won't tell you, I won't tell you no lie I'll come back and haunt you as another guy Things don't work out like I planned them 'Cause you've got yourself another man |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Travelin' light, is the only way to fly Travelin' light, just you and I One-way ticket to ecstasy Way on down, follow me Travelin' light, we can go beyond Travelin' light, we can catch the wind Travelin' light, let your mind pretend We can go to paradise Maybe once, maybe twice Travelin' light, is the only way to fly We can go to paradise Maybe once, maybe twice Travelin' light, is the only way to fly |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
(J.J. Cale)
Woman I love ain't much more than skin and bone Woman I love ain't much more than skin and bone If she ain't round the house - out of the door, daddy no more Woman I love ain't much more than skin and bone Treat me right, oh no no, can't complain Treat me right, oh no, can't complain She got to be nice, she got me hypnotised Treat me right, oh no, can't complain |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Oh Baby, you got me on so bad
I think that you're the wickedless woman that I ever had Sometimes you make me feel so complete You take away my troubles, put my mind at ease Oooh baby, you're up to your old tricks I've got something wrong right here and I know that you can fix Sometimes you treat me like I was your natural man I come down here to you, babe, every chance I can Baby, you feel so good to me I do believe that you take away my misery Sometimes I wonder if you understand The way you handle yourself, woman, has got me on again |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
You don't look like my baby
And you don't feel quite the same You don't touch quite like my woman But you got something I can't explain The way you wear your clothes drives me crazy The way you walk around, just hanging 'round I can't stand it, what you're doing You got something I can't live without The way you wear your clothes drives me crazy The way you walk around, just hanging out I can't stand it, what you're doing You got something I can't live without |
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from J. J. Cale - Grasshopper/ Naturally/ Troubadour (2005)
Every time I stop awhile
Think about your sweet smile I can't do nothing else all day The way that you wink your eye Every time you walk by Baby what can I say You keep me hanging on I can't get nothing else on When the evening rolls around And there ain't nobody around Baby, I think of you Of all the stars at night None can match the brilliant light That I see in your eyes The humble warmth, the glow Baby child I know, I still think of you You keep me hanging on I can't get nothing else on If I could hold you just one time Stop that moment in my mind |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
Well we're living on borrowed time, Lord
Can you give us another day Yes we're living on borrowed time, Lord Can you give us another day Our chance of survival is slim, it's what they say Yes we're living on borrowed time, Lord Can you give us another day We gotta hold ourselves together, but there ain't no guarantee We gotta hold ourselves together, but there ain't no guarantee Our chance of survival is slim, many plea We gotta hold ourselves together, but there ain't no guarantee Yes I've seen many people down on their knees to pray Yes I've seen many people on their knees to pray They say our chance of survival is slim, it's what they say Yes we're living on borrowed time, Lord Can you give us another day |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers
Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet Brown dirt, Mississippi bottom land Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables Brown dirt, growin' his grass Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my last Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay Brown dirt, cover my body I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day Brown dirt wet, you're sinkin' Brown dirt dry, you dust Brown dirt, I've been thinkin' We'll all come to you and we won't be the first Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay Cover my body I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day If a stick moves, it's a snake If a water is still, it's a lake If you harm yourself, you know it hurts Final destination, brown dirt |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
Wish i was a stocking clanging to your thigh
Everytime you'd move around i'd view you walking by Wish i was your underwear hanging around your waist Everytime you'd shake that thing i'd get a little taste Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, got to get closer, closer to you If i was a pair of boots i wouldn't have to beg I'd be satisfied just being around your leg When i am dreaming it takes so many trips I'd pretend that i'm a stick to decorate your lips Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, got to get closer, closer to you If i am a necklace hanging down your front When you feel the time was right i'd notice what you want Wish i was a silk shirt draped around your back Right next to your skin tryin' to make contact Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, closer, closer to you If i had my wishes, if i had my way I'd be all the same to you, each and everyday Closer, closer, closer to you Closer, closer, closer to you |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Down along the palm trees, in a south kind of bay There was a young woman, walked the beach every day She had long dark hair and a high heeled size She was full in the bosom, with dark brown eyes A devil's woman With the devil's curse Satan's lady She was the devil's nurse Fortune-teller sister long and bred Lay down next to you and stroke your head She had a way about her, it's hard to explain Brings chills to your body and blood to your veins A devil's woman With the devil's curse Satan's lady She was the devil's nurse She can make the sun rise and the sun set and the blues go away Turn light into darkness and night into day She was from a casualty sector, lost in the night A bonafide spiritual lady, a congo's delight A devil's woman With the devil's curse Satans' lady She was the Devil's nurse |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
Shirley down the street she gets so lonesome
She calls around to men on the phone, some Hopin' one will show up at her door She don't care, just where they come from Where they've been, just if they want some Give it to her straight, she want to score She needs hard love Hard love She wants a hard love, just to make her day Handsome Bill sales cars for a livin' He's not the takin' kind, he's the givin' He likes his women real firm, and real tight Bill don't want no conversations, small talk or consultations He don't want no long relation just one night He needs a hard love He wants a hard love He needs a hard love, to make his day Chances are if you're feeling lonely And you miss your one and only You'll only care for that easy exercise You know what I'm talkin' about That no feeling in and out You gonna have to improvise If you want a hard love You need a hard love Hard love |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
Cry me a tune in the morning, sing me the blues every night
Tell me that you really love me baby, and everything is alright Let me know how you're feeling, it don't even have to be true Just love me for ever, baby baby treat me like you used to Home, I've been away from home, I'm a travelling man Welcome me back any time, you are the only one who can Tell me that you really love me, even if it ain't true Just do anything, baby baby treat me like you used to Home, I've been away from home, I'm a travelling man Welcome me back any time, you are the only one who can Tell me that you really love me, even if it ain't true But do anything, baby baby treat me like you used to |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Early in the morning, about a quarter to four Me and my girlfriend walkin' out the door We're heading for the car and we got right in And that's when I noticed the shape she was in She turned to me and said right out Let's steer it awhile, let's steer it about Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last Well we drove down town and up in the woods We drove around and around till I understood I was holding the wheel, she was making out And all this time I was driving about She was fondling my hair and hugging my neck And all I was thinking was, oh what the heck Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last I was looking in the mirror and to my surprise There was two big red lights shining in my eyes I pull over and he drove alongside And out of his car and up to my right He looked at her and she looked at him And the next thing I noticed he got right in Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last Take the long way home, take the long way home Take the long way home, take the long way home Make this night last |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her sweet arms I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her little charms Wasting my life, just dreaming away No never again will I ever stray I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her sweet arms Wasting my life, just dreaming away No never again will I ever stray I'll find my way back to the rose in the garden I'll find my way back to her sweet arms |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Tried busking down in Frisco, tried dancin' in LA I played the blues in Chicago, boy I ran home in Santa Fe I played guitar for many men, signed a deal or two And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues I got hot chicks down in Texas, no work in Alabam' Snowed in out on Belibor you were always in a jam Worked carnivals down in Georgia, night clubs attitude And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues Well the manager's got no money, the bookers had no jobs The record man he fell asleep, he says I look like a slob The bus breaks down and the motel's bad you're always in a stew You can't quit you're too far gone, you got the sho-biz blues I tried to love the ladies everywhere I went When I got down and out they wouldn't ever pay my rent If you crave your neighbour lights, the spotlight's right on you When it's time to get the catch with the sho-biz blues Now you can't sleep till two o'clock, you ain't no millionaire This entertaining lifestyle just seems to go nowhere You write a song it seems OK, they say it's nothin' new It don't take long to find you've got the sho-biz blues |
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from J. J. Cale - Closer To You (2003)
Slower baby wind it down
Go slower baby, when you move around It's the rule of not to lead It's the friction not the heat If you hold it right back You're on the right track Go slower baby, when you ride inside the sound Slower baby just let it slide When you roll a thing, you know it's gonna swing Put my mind at ease, you know you're such a tease Slower baby, just let it flow Go slower baby, you can make it grow Chill it to the womb let me drive it home Anticipation relaxation Slower baby Go slower baby Slower baby, wind it down Go slower baby, when you move around Slower baby Go slower baby Slower baby Go slower baby |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
When you light that funny cigarette Would you pass it back to me I'm feeling a little down and out And it'll keep me company I'm just a long lost sinner Living life here on the line I'll give it right back to you I know it's not really mine Now don't put it out, not right yet It's burning pretty good Maybe I'll have one more toke D'you think I should? OO-oo, days go by I just sit around and get real high OO-oo, what a glow I just hang out, they come and go Hey, the walls are starting to move The floor is way down there What a buzz it is There's electricity in the air Boy, I'm feeling really gone I'm feeling really cool I think I'll have another one I'm just another fool You know they say it's illegal But what isn't these days No matter what you do There'll be somebody on your case OO-oo, days go by It just seems like I sit around and get high OO-oo, shame on me They're going to put me in a penitentiary I must not be together Look at the shape I'm in I just know people are saying "He's looking awful thin!" I guess I can count my blessings Though I've always been this way I guess I'll quit tomorrow Maybe another day OO-oo, days go by I guess I'll sit around and get real high You know time has no absolute It's a just seems like it's spent Everything has a tendency to be so warped and bent While looking here and there I'm surprised to see Everybody's gone here Everybody's gone but me OO-oo, days go by I just sit around and get real high OO-oo, what a glow I just hang out, they come and go |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Death in the wilderness It's a hopeless case I guess Who's looking out for the wilder side It will soon all be gone You can tell it won't be long We'll find the wilderness has died We'll be the lonely one Concrete, plastic human throng Tellin' one another have you heard the news We'll mow it down, we'll rape the ground 'Til there's nothing left to abuse The rabbit, he'll be gone The bird will sing no song The wolf, the bear, the lion too The insect far and near, creatures like the deer We'll put in cages at the zoo Death in the wilderness It's a hopeless case I guess Who's looking out for the wilder side It will soon all be gone You can tell it won't be long We'll find the wilderness has died The stream will all dry out The fish, gone no doubt We'll have no animals to fear The tree will be no more We'll use it to build the store Mountain scene will disappear These changes takin' place Will affect the human race We'll all know it when it's gone God save this planet now We've got to help somehow We've left it happen way too long Death in the wilderness It's a hopeless case I guess Who's looking out for the wilder side It will soon all be gone You can tell it won't be long We'll find the wilderness has died We'll find the wilderness has died |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Well my heart ain't in it My mind is blank Can't seem to function Can't seem to think Doctor told me cure your ills Get yourself a woman boy that'll pay your bills Have her clean your house, make your bed Rub your bottom down, hold your head Get yourself a lover, a friend and a wife Get yourself a woman boy, get yourself a life Doctor told me Doctor told me Doctor told me get yourself a life Well, I got out on the street and I looked around here come a woman, she was fine and brown I said "Come here baby, my name is Bob I'm a long, tall lover, but I ain't got no job" Doctor told me (I told her) Doctor told me Doctor told me get yourself a life Well she looked at me with a sparkle in her eye Told me I was crazy, told me I was high "Get outta here", she said, "or I'll cut you with my knife" You better be gone boy, get yourself a life Doctor told me Doctor told me (I told her) Doctor told me get yourself a life Here I'm standin' 'round a lonesome old house Ain't got nobody, ain't got no spouse I sure fell bad, i sure feel blue One thing I sure feel, I'm sure needin' you Doctor told me Doctor told me Doctor told me get yourself a life |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Guitar man, tell me what your secret is Tell me please, can you put my mind at ease When you're standing in the spotlight With all the girls around I was wondering how you do it How you make that sound, guitar man Tell me what your secret is Tell me please, can you put my mind at ease Your fingers move so swiftly Across those silver strings It looks so nice and easy How you make it sing, guitar man Tell me what your secret is Tell me please, can you put my mind at ease Guitar man, in a guitar jam Playing low, playing slow Playing loud, working the crowd Playing high, you seem to fly Guitar man, tell me what your secret is Uh, hey man, have you seen my Stratocaster Hand me that Gibson over there, will you Let my try your Martin, man Do you mind Plug it in that Marshall Turn it up a little bit louder |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
If I had me a rocket
I'd fly off to the moon If I had me a rocket, boy I'd fly off to the moon It's getting so crowded here I can't find no room People, lots of people Coming out of the walls People, lots of people Coming out of the walls When there's too many people Ain't no room at all You can't hide out no more Satellite will track you down You can't hide out no more Satellite will track you down You can't run from your neighbors There's a neighbors all around If I had me a rocket I'd fly off to the moon If I had me a rocket, boy I'd fly off to the moon It's getting so crowded here I can't find no room |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
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It's hard to tell With a casual look Can you read his mind Like an open book When you cross the room Can you feel his eyes Is he the one Gonna make your night It's hard to tell Where your next love lies It's hard to tell If the feeling's there Do you seize the moment Or should you beware Is he the one Does it feel just right When you're face to face Should you act surprised It's hard to tell Where your next love lies Will he want your number Will he want your name Are you going to panic Or play the game Will he call tomorrow Will he call tonight It's hard to tell Where your next love lies It's hard to tell If he's for real Mysterious ways He makes you feel Is he the one Does it feel just right It's hard to tell Where your next love lies |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Low down, low down dirty shame Low down, low down dirty shame I've had nothing but the blues Since I heard your name No more, no more blues today No more, no more blues today I've been fond of you baby But you got me crying everyday I've been waiting, waiting so long for you Waiting, waiting so long for you It was good news sometimes And then sometimes, it was bad news Low down, low down dirty shame Low down, low down dirty shame I've had nothing but the blues Since I heard your name I've been crying, crying, crying all night long Crying, crying all night long I had nothing but the blues Since you came along Low down, low down dirty shame Low down, low down dirty shame |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Miss ol' St. Louie, wish I was back Picking my guitar by the railroad track All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be Mississippi River, water so deep Running down to Memphis on to New Orleans Trying to hustle quarters, nickels, and dimes Ol' St. Louie's where I spent my time Standing on the corner with my old wooden box Watching them steam boats gather at the dock Cotton and tobacco and people for sale Trying to stay clear of the St. Louie jail Strumming to the rythm of an old freight train Ol' St. Louie's where I played my game Ain't no doubt about it, wish I was back Picking my guitar by the railroad track All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
Words that we say could all be lies someday
Scattered to the wind, I don't know Things that we trust could crumble into dust No one can really say it ain't so When you go over a mountain When you're looking down the road When you think you're going backwards It's all in vain, it seems insane When you ask, nobody knows If our actions seem in doubt By the way we move about Seems like we're always on the run Our mark is just a scratch Like holding up a match And trying to see the burn against the sun When we're going over a mountain When we're looking down the road If you think you're going backwards It's all in vain, it seems insane When you ask, nobody knows When all our days are gone You can catch us with a song Something that seemed almost right We've known love and joy Eternity's been our toy Something to play with in the night When we're going over a mountain When we're looking down the road If you think you're going backwards It's all in vain, it seems insane When you ask, nobody knows When I go over my mountain When I'm looking down the road If I think I'm going backwards It's all in vain, it seems insane When I ask, nobody knows |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
I had an old dog, and his name was Blue
Bet your life he was a good dog too Blue chased a possum up a hollow limb Possum won, got the best of him Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Blue he died, and he died so hard He shook the ground in my backyard We lowered him down with a golden chain Every link we'd call his name Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you My old Blue was a good old hound You could hear him holler for miles around When I get to heaven, first thing I'll do I'll grab my horn and call Old Blue Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Bye-bye Blue You good dog, you Bye-bye Blue |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Got me a woman, boy she's fine Love me in the morning, love me at night One thing about her I think is cool A perfect woman, she's got no rules Soft to the touch, silky smooth She got everything a man could use Ain't no doubt about it, when we make love She's good down under, she's good up above She's a perfect woman, she's fine I want to make love to her all the time Perfect woman, when we make love She's good down under, she's good up above She's a-ready, she's a-willin' She's got that thing Ordinary man Feel like a king She's got her hand on love for sure Forget your troubles, boy She's got the cure She's a perfect woman She's fine I want to make love to her all the time Perfect woman, when we make love She's good down under, she's good up above She's a perfect woman When we make love She's good down under, she's good up above |
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from J. J. Cale - Guitar Man (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
This town I live in ain't fit for man or beast This town I live in ain't fit for man or beast There's a man down here, a man down there They all want to rob you or take you somewhere This town I live in ain't fit for man or beast I'm going down to the store, boy And get myself a dog I'm going down to the store, boy And get myself a dog I'm going to chain, chain, chain him Up to my fence Make him bark, bark, bark Understand my French I'm going down to the store, boy And get myself a dog If I had a hundred dollars I'd buy myself a gun If I had a hundred dollars I'd buy myself a gun I'd stick it out the door And wait for an attack I'll need somebody just to cover my back If I had a hundred dollars I'd buy myself a gun The moral of the story You better watch where you go The moral of the story, boy You better watch out where you go They'll get you in the morning They'll get you at night Some, then want to rob you But most, they want to fight This town I live in, I got to go This town I live in This town I live in, I got to go |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
They call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road They call me the breeze I keep blowing down the road I ain't got me nobody I ain't carrying me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me I ain't hidin' from nobody Ain't nobody hidin' from me I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia Might stay home |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She rolls it 'round her tongue like a natural thing She makes me feel like I'm a natural king Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She got lips around me, painted red She close her eyes when she rolls her head Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
Don't ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
I was born in a freight train passin' by My mother was poor, my father too I'll take anything I can get from you I did not make this old world, I'm just livin' here too Been shot three times runnin', cut with a knife I got four children working, ain't got no wife Well, the landlord is callin', I'm overdue If you don't watch my fingers I'll put the touch on you I did not make this old world, I'm just livin' here too I didn't make this old world, I'm just livin' here too Turn around slowly, look behind I'm comin' from nowhere and not by design I didn't make this old world, I'm just livin' here too I didn't make this old world, I'm just livin' here too |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
Whippoorwill's singing
Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby I left down in New Orleans I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe You're the best I ever had You're the best I ever had You whisper "Good morning" So gently in my ear I'm coming home to you, babe I'll soon be there I'll soon be there |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Yeah, Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here Yeah, Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here I don't care what mama don't allow I'll play my guitar anyhow Mama don't allow no guitar playing 'round here Hey, Mama don't allow no bass in this place Yeah, Mama don't allow no bass in this place I don't care what mama don't allow I'll play my bass anyhow Mama don't allow no bass in this place Yeah, Mama don't allow no drumming going on Yeah, Mama don't allow no drumming going on I don't care what mama don't allow Gonna play my drums anyhow Mama don't allow no drumming going on Yeah, Mama don't allow no piano players in here Mama don't allow no piano players in here I don't care what mama don't allow Gonna play my piano anyhow Mama don't allow no piano players in here Yeah, Mama don't allow no reefer-smoking round about Yeah, Mama don't allow no reefer-smoking round about Yeah, I don't care what mama don't allow I'm gonna smoke my reefer anyhow Mama don't allow no reefer in here Mama don't allow us all playing at the same time Mama don't allow us all playing at the same time I don't care what mama don't allow We're all gonna play all at the same time anyhow Mama don't allow us all playing at the same time |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things Money talks very loudly You'd be surprised the friends you can buy with small change They say it's the root of all evil They say gold is the king Money talks, you'd better believe it All that gold don't mean a thing Rich people, hear those pockets jingle Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry Money talks, tip-toe up behind you Steal what they can, off the cuff or on the sly Money talks Money talks Money talks Money talks |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
The old man he catches the fish in the morning He rides the river every day I go down to the bank and I holler when he passes "Hey, old man, are they biting today" "Hey, old man, are they biting today" I wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout my troubles I go down to the water and they pass away And when the old man comes a-floating down the river "Hey, old man, are they biting today" "Hey, old man, are they biting today" Now here we've got a thing that keeps on rolling It ain't heavy, don't take it that way The old man and me, we got a good thing going He gets his fish and I sit all day He catches fish and I sit all day |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Well, you can talk to the governor, talk to a prince Talk to a preacher or the president Some people lie, some people lie and deceive When they say one thing, they mean something else completely I had me a woman, love me to the end Two days later she was with another man Some people lie, some people lie and deceive But sometime later, they'll get theirs, yes sirree Well, I bought me a new car, a lemon, no doubt The wheels fell off, the salesman he was out People lie, people lie and deceive When they say one thing, they mean something else completely The bottom line, you understand When some people talk, you can't believe what they're saying People lie, people lie and deceive When they say one thing, they mean something else completely |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Low-down way you're feeling, the sexy things you do Baby, baby, baby, let me talk to you I just love to whisper in your sexy ear Tell you that I love you, take away your fear Destroy your inhibitions, ridin' back the day Low-down, slow down, keeping low down in that funky way Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more The way you move your body, it is a crying shame I won't tell nobody if you will do the same If you leave tomorrow, one thing that's for sure The more you get, the more you've got, the more you want some more Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
I hear a whistle, I hear a moan Must be my baby coming home She's been down in Tupelo Singing that river boat song She is a dancer, a river queen She'll teach them gamblers most anything She's been down in Tupelo Singing that river boat song Many nights I spend alone Many days there ain't nobody home Many times I wish she was here Yeah, that river boat whistle blows I know she's getting near River captain, bring my baby home I get so lonesome since she's been gone She's been down in Tupelo Working the river boat song Many nights I spend alone Many days there ain't nobody home Many times I wish she was here Yeah, that river boat whistle blows I know she's getting near River captain, bring my baby home I get so lonesome since she's been gone She's been down in Tupelo Working the river boat song |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Don't take her for granted, she has a hard time Don't misunderstand her or play with her mind Treat her so gently, it will pay you in time You've got to know she's the sensitive kind Tell her you love her, each and every night And you will discover she will treat you right If you believe, I know you will find There ain't nothing like the sensitive kind She gets lonely waiting for you You are the only thing to help her through Don't take her for granted, she has a hard time You've got to know she's the sensitive kind |
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from J. J. Cale - Live [live] (2003)
(J.J. Cale)
Thirteen days on a gig in the south We've got enough dope to keep us all around We've got two girls dancin' to bring in a crowd A sound man to mix us, make us sound loud Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know There's thirteen days with five to go Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge We're smokin' cigarettes and reefer, drinkin' coffee and booze Saw the sun go down in Atlanta, come up in New Orleans I got to know a waitress, I tried to get in her jeans Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know There's thirteen days with five to go Migrant Worker is the name of this band If we're ever in your town, come see us if you can Yeah, we been to California, we been to New York Some take to the magazines, some take to dope Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know Thirteen days with five to go |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
I detect a side-effect of a complicated life
The edge is on, sharp as a knife Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mind Contemplation, meditation, all that jive Taking out the medicine just before sunrise Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mind I just want to love you and that's a fact I just want to tell you when we get back You're just the kind of woman do a man all night You're just the kind of woman that's a dynamite Underground tremor, stop it with a dime Hey girl, call me if you change your mind |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
( J.J. Cale)
Sometime in the morning, before the break of day I lose my direction, I can't find my way I can't find nobody to tell my troubles to I get so sad and lonesome Guess I'll tell 'em all to you Got me at a disadvantage, you had me outta here I just want loving, the way don't seem clear Got me at a disadvantage, that's the way I feel Love is forever Love is for real Some kind of fascination, that's the reason why First time I seen you, you were so shy Got me at a disadvantage, that's the way I feel Love is forever Love is for real |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
(J.J. Cale)
Trains don't run forever Fire goes out sometime Gotta tell you, baby We've come to the end of the line Pages of yesterday Fill this book of mine Gotta tell you, baby It is the end of the line I can't remember those good old days They are from a different time I gotta tell you, baby We've come to the end of the line |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
(J.J. Cale)
I've got a fine-looking woman, she's fine and brown She likes to boogie in the kitchen, likes to boogie 'round town Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Talking about that woman, she's up early in the morning Making love with me before the break of dawn Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Every night about twelve o'clock She starts making love to me till I think I'm gonna drop Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me She's a fine-looking woman, she's fine, no doubt Everything I need but she's wearing me out Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me Don't get me wrong, I'm a-tellin' you right Since I met her I get no sleep at night Hold on baby, hold on baby Hold on baby, you're moving too fast for me |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
(J.J. Cale)
Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She rolls it 'round her tongue like a natural thing She makes me feel like I'm a natural king Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She got lips around me, painted red She close her eyes when she rolls her head Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
(J.J. Cale)
Lady Luck, please just listen to me Mistress of fantasy Send a dream my way Can you come and make my day Lady Luck, elusive as you are You're just a fleeding star You never hit the sky With you I seem to fly Lady Luck, hold on to my hand I'm standing on shifting sand I'm a dreamer don't you know Lady Luck, just don't let go Lady Luck, hard as it may seem When you pass out all your dreams Could you keep me in your mind I'd like to see you one more time |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
Lean on me, baby
Lean on me, for a while Lean on me, baby Lean on me, baby child Won't bring you down, baby Won't bring you down, no sirree Won't bring you down, baby Won't bring you down, just lean on me Come on, baby Come on, for a while Come on, baby Lean on me, baby child |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
(J.J. Cale)
Have you ever been down to New Orleans Lord, lord, them crazy queens Crying the blues is what they do down there Fortune teller, he knows your name Fortune teller, he'll tell you your game Crying the blues, that's what they do down there Money dripping from a willow tree He never want me Lazy bones, I ain't got a dime Just biding my time If I find a way to choose New Orleans, where they're crying the blues Drinking bourbon from a dixie cup Hanging out till the sun comes up Crying the blues is what they do down there French women, all I need Up and down old Bourbon Street Crying the blues is what they do down there If I find a way to choose New Orleans, where they're singing the blues |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
No time for making my moves, no time
No time for hitting my groove, no time Summer comes and summer gone When I sing the very same song Set apart of all the scene How we long for all our dreams No time for making no moves, no time No time for hitting no grooves, no time The clock it turns at a rapid pace Takes us to another place The train it goes from here to there Just left me standing here No time for making my moves, no time No time for hitting my grooves, no time I had the blues this morning I cried all day I guess you lose the blues in the morning If you cry 'em away No time for making my moves, oh no time No time for hitting my grooves, no, no time |
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from J. J. Cale - Travel Log (2000)
(J.J. Cale)
I hear a whistle, I hear a moan Must be my baby coming home She's been down in Tupelo Singing that river boat song She is a dancer, a river queen She'll teach them gamblers most anything She's been down in Tupelo Singing that river boat song Many nights I spend alone Many days there ain't nobody home Many times I wish she was here Yeah, that river boat whistle blows I know she's getting near River captain, bring my baby home I get so lonesome since she's been gone She's been down in Tupelo Working the river boat song Many nights I spend alone Many days there ain't nobody home Many times I wish she was here Yeah, that river boat whistle blows I know she's getting near River captain, bring my baby home I get so lonesome since she's been gone She's been down in Tupelo Working the river boat song |
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