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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Lucinda Williams Lead vocals, acoustic guitar Gurf Morlix Electric and acoustic guitarbackground vocals Duane Jarvis Electric guitar Dr. John Ciambotti Bass Donald Lindley Drums and percussion Gia Ciambotti Background vocals Jim lauderdale Background vocals Dusty Wakeman Background vocals His mama ran off when he was just a kid So he never really knew her at all Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress Hanging beside a cross on the wall His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers Now he drives the bottle deep into the night He was always saying son, you're just no good You'll never do anything right He never got enough love in all his life He wasn't brought up right he never got enough love The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles These were things he understood From busted chairs to a broken heart He got away as soon as he could When he was just eighteen he got his very own gun Shot a kid near a liquor store one night He was all mixed up he never understood why He was only lookin' to prove his daddy right He never got enough love in all his life He wasn't brought up right he never got enough love He never got enough love in all his life He wasn't brought up right he never got enough love From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Just a shakin' in my knees, just a cold chill
Don't know what it is, just call it a thrill Just a lump in my throat, just hot blood Don't know what it is, some call it love Well I saw you out in your car You had the top down, you were drivin' real slow Well I saw you in the grocery store Buyin' tomatoes for a casserole Well I saw you in the laundrymat Washin' your clothes, gettin' all the dirt out Well I saw you with your car broke down Fixin' your flat with a tire iron |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Lucinda Williams Lead vocals, acoustic guitar
Gurf Morlix Electric and acoustic guitarbackground vocals Duane Jarvis Electric guitar Dr. John Ciambotti Bass Donald Lindley Drums and percussion Gia Ciambotti Background vocals Jim Lauderdale Background vocals Dusty Wakeman Background vocals Skip Edwards organ Benmont Tench organ There are things about you that make me wanna scream and shout There are things about you that make me wanna lock you out But there's a little thing that drives me wild Something that happens every time you smile I can't get over the lines around your eyes Lines around your eyes everytime you smile And the way you touch me darlin' just drives me wild Sometimes I don't know what we're fightin' about But that don't mean we can't work things out Cause I love you darlin' and the lines around your eyes SOLO I put my car in gear and I headed down Highway 10 I was leavin' here, I was never comin' back again I got about as far as the Texas line I still couldn't get you off of my mind Cause I can't get over the lines around your eyes Lines around your eyes everytime you smile And the way you touch me darlin' just drives me wild Sometimes I don't know what we're fightin' about But that don't mean we can't work things out Cause I love you darlin' and the lines around your eyes |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Lucinda Williams Lead vocals, acoustic guitar Gurf Morlix Electric and acoustic guitarbackground vocals Duane Jarvis Electric guitar Dr. John Ciambotti Bass Donald Lindley Drums and percussion Doug Atwell fiddle Back in Memphis she was a pearl She was everyone's favorite girl Now her eyes have a vacant stare What she wouldn't give to be livin' back there She married a man when she left home She wanted someone she could call her own He was good to her when he wasn't drunk He'd hold her and tell her how pretty she looked Back in Memphis where she grew up The life she knew was just not enough Back in Memphis when she was a girl She thought one day she'd own the world She'd look at the TV and magazines And she'd believe all the pictures she'd seen She'd be wearin' silk and perfume so sweet But those things don't mean much out here on the street SOLO Back in Memphis she had fun Goin' around, tellin' everyone She was gonna buy dresses that zip up the side And wear red lipstick, have a nice car to drive She bounces her baby on her knee Sayin' maybe today we'll get lucky, you'll see I promise it won't always be like this Come here, sugar, give Mamma a kiss Back in Memphis another time Didn't look like things would turn out fine Back in Memphis when she was a girl She thought one day she'd own the world Back in Memphis she was a pearl |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Gurf Morlix guitar Doug Atwell fiddle Duane Jarvis guitar John Ciambotti bass Donald Lindley drums Byron Berline fiddle When Daddy told me what happened I couldn't believe what he just said Sonny shot himself with a 44 and they found him lyin on his bed I could not speak a single word no tears streamed down my face I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space Mama and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone Some of us gathered at a friend's house to help each other ease the pain I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn't say much of anything We drove on out to the country His friends all stood around Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down I saw his mama, she was standing there his sister she was there too I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they knew Born and raised in Pineola his mama believed in the Pentecost She got the preacher to say some words so his soul wouldn't get lost SOLO Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave SOLO |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
We all make mistakes sometimes
And I have made my share of mine But if I have to, I'll walk the line Just to prove my love You know I'd give everything I've got And I what I'd give would be a lot I would smooth out all the rough spots Just to prove my love Let me prove my love for you Let me do whatever I can do Let me show my heart is true Let me prove my love for you [instrumental] There was a time way back when The words we spoke were sweeter then We can have those times again Let me prove my love Let me prove my love for you Let me do whatever I can do Let me show my heart is true Let me prove my love for you Let me prove my love for you |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
As you walk along the sidewalks of the city You see a man with hunger in his face And all around you crumbling buildings and graffiti As you bend down to tie your shoelace Sirens scream but you don't listen You have to reach home before night But now the sun beats down it makes the sidewalks glisten And somehow you just don't feel right Hold me, baby, give me some faith Let me know you're there let me touch your face Give me love give me grace Tell me good things tell me that my world is safe You pass by bars with empty stages Three o'clock drinkers fall by Chairs are placed on top of tables As you brush the hair out of your eyes A woman stops you with a question So you drop some money in her hand She sleeps in doorways and bus stations And you'll never understand Hold me, baby, give me some faith Give me love give me grace Tell me good things tell me that my world is safe |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Gurf Morlix guitar
Duane Jarvis guitar John Ciambotti bass Donald Lindley drums Skip Edwards organ Benmont Tench organ Jim Lauderdale background vocals Dusty Wakeman background vocals Gia Ciambotti background vocals He sleeps all alone on Second Street With a roof over his head and food to eat But he can hardly make it day to day cause Everything he wants is six blocks away six blocks away He's got a regular job and it pays the rent In a donut shop on 3rd and 10th But he doesn't understand why she turned him away He can hear her heart beat six blocks away six blocks away Six blocks away dirty old street Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat Six blocks away dirty old street Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat six blocks away SOLO He walks real fast down the dirty street He turns his eyes from the people he meets It hurts so bad what can he say He sends her a message six blocks away six blocks away Six blocks away dirty old street Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat Six blocks away dirty old street Six blocks away he can hear her heart beat six blocks away Six blocks away six blocks away From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Gurf Morlix guitarbackground vocals
Duane Jarvis guitar John Ciambottio bass Donald Lindley drums Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals Skip Edwards keyboards Benmont Tench keyboards If I had my way I'd be in your town I might not stay but at least I would've been around Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk Does this make sense It doesn't matter anyway Is it coincidence or was it meant to be Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk Conversation with you was like a drug It wasn't your face so much as it was your words Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk SOLO Well I can't stay round cause I'm going back south But all I regret now is I never kissed your mouth Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Gurf Morlix guitar Duane Jarvis guitar John Ciambotti bass Donald Lindley drums Jim Lauderdale background vocals Dusty Wakeman background vocals Byron Berline fiddle Doug Atwell fiddle See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips A sweet and tender kiss The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring Someone calling your name Somebody so warm cradled in your arm Didn't you think you were worth anything See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world SOLO Millions of us in love, promises made good Your own flesh and blood Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes The beat, the rhythm, the blues The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one Didn't you think anyone loved you See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world |
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from Lucinda Williams - Sweet Old World (1992)
Which will you go for which will you love
Which will you choose from, from the stars above Which will you answer which will you call Which will you take for for your one and all Tell me now which will you love the best SOLO Which do you dance for which makes you shine Which will you choose now if you won't choose mine Which will you hope for which can it be Which will you take now if you won't take me Tell me now which will you love the best |
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from The Horse Whisperer (호스 위스퍼러) [ost] (1998)
John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Johnny Lee Schell guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller acoustic guitar I know I shouldn't but I want you so bad I know it couldn't be but I want what we had I know our love is gone and I can't bring it back Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss I know it's over cause you told me so I tried to leave but I can't let you go I can't believe you don't want me no more Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss The days go by but they don't seem the same I cry and cry and I call out your name I go downtown I see your face Nobody around can take your place But you put me down But you turned me away Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss The days go by but they don't seem the same I cry and cry and I call out your name I go downtown I see your face Nobody around can take your place But you put me down But you turned me away Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
You can't depend on anything really
There's no promises there's no point There's no good there's no bad In this dirty little joint No dope smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar Sold his soul to the devil so he can play guitar Too cool to be forgotten Hey hey too cool to be for gotten Man running thru the grass outside Says he wants to take up serpents Says he will drink the deadly thing And it will not hurt him House rule no exceptions No bad language no gambling no fighting Sorry no credit don't ask Bathroom wall reads is God the answer YES Too cool to be forgotten Hey hey too cool to be forgotten June bug vs hurricane June bug vs hurricane Hey hey SOLO I had a lover I thought he was mine Thought I'd always be his valentine Leaning agianst the railing of a Lake Charles bridge Overlooking the river leaning over the edge He asked me baby would you jump into the water with me I told him no way baby that's your own death you see Too cool to be forgotten Hey hey too cool to be forgotten June bug vs hurricane June bug vs hurricane Hey hey |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
Gurf Morlix slide guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Bo Ramsey slide guitar Johnny Lee Schell slde guitar Lucinda Williams dobro Told you baby one more time Don't make me sit all alone and cry Well it's over I know it but I can't let go I'm like a fish out of water A cat in a tree You don't even want to talk to me Well it's over I know it but I can't let go He won't take me back when I come around Says he's sorry then he pulls me out I got a big chain around my neck And I'm broken down like a train wreck Well it's over I know it but I can't let go See I got a candle and it burns so bright In my window every night Well it's over I know but I can't let go You don't like to see me standing around Feel like I been shot and didn't fall down Well it's over I know it but I can't let go He won't take me back when I come around Says he's sorry then he pulls me out I got a big chain around my neck And I'm broken down like a train wreck Well it's over I know it but I can't let go SOLO Turn off trouble like you turn off a light Went off and left me it just ain't right Well it's over I know it but I can't let go Rounds every corner something I see Bring me right back how it used to be Well it's over I know it but I can't let go He won't take me back when I come around Says he's sorry then he pulls me out I got a big chain around my neck And I'm broken down like a train wreck Well it's over I know it but I can't let go He wonc12 |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Gurf Morlix guitar Buddy Miller mando guitarvocals Sittin in the kitcken a house in Macon Loretta's singing on the radio Smell of coffee eggs and bacon Car wheels on a gravel road Pull the curtains back and look outside Somebody somehere I don't know Come on now child we're gonna go for a ride Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Can't find a damn thing in this place Nothing's where I left it before Set of keys and a dusty suitcase Car wheels on a gravel road There goes the screen door slamming shut You better do what you're told When I get back this room better be picked-up Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Low hum of voices in the front seat Stories nobody knows Got folks in Jackson we're going to meet Car wheels on a gravel road Cotton fields stretching miles and miles Hank's voice on the radio Telephone poles trees and wires fly on by Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Broken down shacks engine parts Could tell a lie but my heart would know Listen to the dogs barkin in the yard Car wheels on a gravel road Child in the backseat about four or five years Lookin out the window Little bit of dirt mixed with tears Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
This wall divides us, we're on two different sides
But this wall is not real; how can it be real? It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Concrete and barbed wire, concrete and barbed wire It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Back in Algiers, my darling broke my heart But he can't seem to break down this wall With two strong hands he couldn't move it at all And it's only made of concrete and barbed wire Concrete and barbed wire, concrete and barbed wire It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Down in Opelousas, dogs are at the gate, And they're mean, lord, they're mean There's a wall between us, but it's not what it seems It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Concrete and barbed wire, concrete and barbed wire It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Somewhere in Louisiana my sugar's doing time But he can't spend time with me If he could get over this wall he'd see That it's only made of concrete and barbed wire Concrete and barbed wire, concrete and barbed wire It's only made of concrete and barbed wire Concrete and barbed wire, concrete and barbed wire It's only made of concrete and barbed wire |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
Gurf Morlix 12 string guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Johnny Lee Schell guitar Steve Earle acoustic guitar Roy Bittan organ Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals Sun came up it was another day And the sun went down you were blown away Why'd you let go of your guitar Why'd you ever let it go that far Drunken Angel Could've held on to that long smooth neck Let your hand remember every fret Fingers touching each shiny string But you let go of everything Drunken Angel Drunken Angel You're on the other side Drunken Angel You're on the other side Followers would cling to you Hang around just to meet you Some threw roses at your feet And watch you pass out on the street Drunken Angel Feed you and pay off all your debts Kiss your brow taste your sweat Write about your soul your guts Criticize you and wish you luck Drunken Angel Drunken Angel You're on the other side Drunken Angel You're on the other side SOLO Some kind of savior singing the blues A derelict in your duct tape shoes Your orphan clothes and your long dark hair Looking like you didn't care Druken Angel Blood spilled out from the hole in your heart Over the strings of your guitar The worn down places in the wood That once made you feel so good Druken Angel Drunken Angel You're on the other side Drunken Angel You're on the other side Sun came up it was another day And the sun went down you were blown away Why'd you let go of your guitar Why'd you ever let it go that far Drunken Angel Drunken |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
Richard Price guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller mando guitaracoustic guitar Emmylou Harris harmony vocals Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand Cause you don't really love me you're not my man You're not my man oh you're not my man Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville You scream and shout and you make a scene When you open your mouth you never say what you mean Say what you mean oh say what you mean Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville You drink hard liquor you come on strong You lose your temper someone looks at you wrong Looks at you wrong oh looks at you wrong Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Out all night playin in a band Looking for a fight with a guitar in your hand A guitar in your hand oh a guitar in your hand Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Empty bottles and broken glass Busted down doors and borrowed cash Borrowed cash oh the borrowed cash Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Looking for someone to save you Looking for someone to rave about you To rave about you oh to rave about you Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
John Ciambotti bass guitar
Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller guitar Steve Earle acoustic guitar Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare Give me some love to fill me up Give me some time give me some stuff Give me a sign give me some kind of reason Are you heavy enough to make me stay I feel like I might blow away I thought I was in heaven But I was only dreamin I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare I just wanna live the life I please I don't want no enemies I don't want nothin if I have to fake it Never take nothin don't belong to me Everything's paid for nothing free If I give my heart Will you promise not to break it I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Johnny Lee Schell dobro guitar Roy Bittan accordion Steve Earle acoustic guitar Gurf Morlix slide guitar Jim lauderdale harmony vocal All the way to Jackson I don't think I'll miss you much All the way to Jackson I don't think I'll miss you much Once I get to Lafayette I'm not gonna mind one bit Once I get to Lafayette I'm not gonna mind one little bit Once I get to Baton Rouge I won't cry a tear for you Once I get to Baton Rouge I won't cry a tear for you All the way to Jackson I don't think I'll miss you much All the way to Jackson I don't think I'll miss you much SOLO Once I get to Vicksburg I don't think I'll feel the urge Once I get to Vicksburg I won't even feel an urge All the way to Jackson I don't think I'll miss you much All the way to Jackson I don't think I'll miss you much From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
i don't want you anymore cause you took my joy i don't want you anymore you took my joy you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back i'm gonna go to west memphis and look for my joy go to west memphis and look for my joy maybe in west memphis I'll find my joy maybe in west memphis i'll find my joy i'm gonna go to slidell and look for my joy go to slidell and look for my joy maybe in slidell I'll find my joy maybe in slidell I'll find my joy (first long instrumental break) you got no right to take my joy i want it back you got no right to take my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back i'm gonna go to west memphis and look for my joy go to west memphis and look for my joy maybe in west memphis i'll find my joy maybe in west memphis i'll find my joy i'm gonna go to slidell and look for my joy go to slidell and look for my joy maybe in slidell i'll find my joy maybe in slidell i'll find my joy (second instrumental break) i don't want you anymore cause you took my joy i don't want you anymore you took my joy you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back you took my i want it back (third |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
Buddy Miller guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton dobro guitar Roy Bittan accordion Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals He had a reason to get back to Lake Charles He used to talk about it He'd just go on and on He always said Louisana Was where he felt at home He was born in Nacogdoches That's in East Texas Not far from the border But he liked to tell everybody He was from Lake Charles Did an angel whisper in your ear And hold you close and take away your fear In those long last moments We used to drive Thru Lafayette and Baton Rouge In a yellow Camino Listening to Howling Wolf He liked to stop in Lake Charles Cause that's the place that he loved Did you run about as far as you could go Down the Lousiana highway Across Lake Ponchatrain Now your soul is in Lake Charles No matter what they say Did an angel whisper in your ear And hold you close and take away your fear In those long last moments SOLO He had a reason to get back to Lake Charles He used to talk about it He'd just go on and on He always said Louisana Was where he felt at home Did an angel whisper in your ear And hold you close and take away your fear In those long last moments Did an angel whisper in your ear And hold you close and take away your fear In those long last moments From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
Gurf Morlix guitarharmony vocal Steve Earle acoustic guitar Michael Smotherman organ Once we rode together In a metal firecracker You told me I was your queen You told me I was your biker You told me I was your everything Once I was in your blood And you were obsessed with me You wanted to paint my picture You wanted to undress me You wanted to see me in your future All I ask Don't tell anybody the secrets Don't tell anybody the secrets I told you All I ask Don't tell anybody the secrets Don't tell anybody the secrets I told you Once you held me so tight I thought I'd lose my mind You said I rocked your world You said it was for all time You said that I would always be your girl We'd put on ZZ Top And turn em up real loud I used to think you were strong I used to think you were proud I used to think nothing could go wrong All I ask Don't tell anybody the secrets Don't tell anybody the secrets I told you All I ask Don't tell anybody the secrets I told you From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
Gurf Morlix guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Ray Kennedy 12 string guitar Greg Leisz 12 string guitar Roy Bittan organ Buddy Miller acoustic guitar Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals Not a day goes by I don't think about you You left your mark on me it's permanent a tattoo Pierce the skin and the blood runs through Oh my baby The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me I stand over the stove in the kitchen Watch the water boil and I listen Turn off the television Oh my baby The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me SOLO I take off my watch and my earrings My bracelets and everything Lie on my back and moan at the ceiling Oh my baby Think about you and that long ride I bite my nails I get weak inside Reach over and turn off the light Oh my baby The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels On A Gravel Road (1998)
John Ciambotti bass guitar
Donald Lindley drums Johnny Lee Schell guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller acoustic guitar I know I shouldn't but I want you so bad I know it couldn't be but I want what we had I know our love is gone and I can't bring it back Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss I know it's over cause you told me so I tried to leave but I can't let you go I can't believe you don't want me no more Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss The days go by but they don't seem the same I cry and cry and I call out your name I go downtown I see your face Nobody around can take your place But you put me down But you turned me away Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss SOLO The days go by but they don't seem the same I cry and cry and I call out your name I go downtown I see your face Nobody around can take your place But you put me down But you turned me away Still I long for your kiss Still I long for your kiss From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Can't put the rain back in the sky
Once it falls down Please don't cry Rain turns the dirt into mud Warm and messy Like your love Can't force the river upstream When it goes south Know what I mean? Nothin' will make me take you back Are you down babe |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Go find a jukebox and see what a quarter will do
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Wear your anger well inside
for all the world to see A heave cloak a one glove tan And no humility You stand inside the garden And feast on black cherries And swallow the mana from heaven and spit out the seeds You spread your anger and sharp edge knife C |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if Camellias were in bloom For so many reasons it's been on my mind The house on Belmont Avenue Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground What with the rain and the soft swampy land By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around Were switches when we were bad I took a bus to Baton Rouge....etc., All the front rooms were kept closed off I never liked to go in there much Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch The company couch covered in plastic Little books about being saved The dining room table nobody ate at And the piano nobody played There was this beautiful lamp I always loved A seashore was painted on the shade It would turn around when you switched on the bulb And gently rock the waves The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells A fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well But to tell them would be just too hard Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life Follow me wherever I go I'll never be free from these chains inside Hidden deep down in my soul |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug
Come on and let me taste your stuff Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift What surprise you gonna hit me with Refrain: I am waiting here for more I am waiting by your door I am waiting on your back steps I am waiting in my car I am waiting at this bar I am waiting for your essence Baby, sweet baby, whisper my name Shoot your love into my vein Baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard Make me wonder who's in charge ( ) Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath Even though you like to flirt with death Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough Please come find me and help me get f-----d upYour essence Your essence |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
I would risk the serpent's bite
I would dance around with seven I would kiss the diamond back If I knew it would get me to heaven 'Cause I want to get right with God Yes, you know you got to get right with God I would burn the soles of my feet Burn the palms of both my hands If I could learn and be complete If I could walk righteously again I would sleep on a bed of nails 'Till my back was torn and bleeding In the deep darkness of Hell The Damascus of my meeting I asked God about his plan To save us all from Satan's slaughter If I give up one of my lambs Will you take me as one of your daughters? |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
I envy the wind
That whispers in your ear That howls through the winter That freezes your fingers That moves through your hair And cracks your lips And chills you to the bone I envy the wind I envy the rain That falls on your face That wets your eyelash |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
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Lonely girls, lonely girls Lonely girls, lonely girls Heavy blankets, heavy blankets, heavy blankets Cover lonely girls Sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, Sung by lonely girls ( ) Pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos Worn by lonely girls Sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones Shine on lonely girls ( ) I oughta know, I oughta know, I oughta know About lonely girls ( ) |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod we smile and we shuffle our feet Making small talk standing face to face Hands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar We feel a little lost cause we've |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Just to sit and talk
The way we used to do It just breaks my heart That I can't get close to you If our eyes should meet Somewhere down the road Will you stop and be sweet Or will you just walk on I thought things would stay the same I thought things we |
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from Lucinda Williams - Essence (2001)
Til they lay down the law,
and lock up your heart, Gonna have to steal your love Some laws should, be broken from the start, Gonna have to steal your love You ain't about, To give it up for no one, Gonna have to steal your love I don't need a knife, I don't need a gun, I know how to steal your love I don't want your drugs, I don't want your money, I just want to steal your love I want you to squeeze me, and call me honey, I Just want to steal your love Give me your strong hand, Go away with me, I'm gon' hav' ta steal your love C'mon and let me kiss you, and set you free, I'm gon' hav' ta steal your love I'm gon' hav' ta steal your love I'm gon' hav' ta steal your love |
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from Shallow Hal (내겐 너무 가벼운 그녀) by William Goodrum [ost] (2002)
Lonely girls, lonely girls
Lonely girls, lonely girls Heavy blankets, heavy blankets, heavy blankets Cover lonely girls Sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, Sung by lonely girls ( ) Pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos Worn by lonely girls Sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones Shine on lonely girls ( ) I oughta know, I oughta know, I oughta know About lonely girls ( ) |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
Last time I saw you, you had dirt under your nails
Your eyes were glassy and you looked so pale You said my life has become a livin' hell Ain't got enough money to pay my bills Everything is wrong Everything is wrong Got a friend with a needle stuck in his arm He got hooked on heroin in Vietnam It used to help kill the pain some of the time Now I can't sleep at all since I got back home I worked in the strip mines off and on Now I can't seem to get rid of this cough Ain't been many jobs these last few months And the last one I had I got laid off I ain't got no hot water and they shut off the heat Can you loan me some money for something to eat Been out here on this corner for about a week Tryin hard to stand on my own two feet They want to try and tell me where I can live They kicked me off my land and told me they'd give me A nice little tract house with running water But how am I gonna explain that to my Navaho mother My American dream almost came true But the things they promised me never came through I believe in the American dream But things are never quite what they seem Everything is wrong Everything is wrong Everything is wrong Everything is wrong |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
Come on, Come on, Come on
Kill the rats in the gutter Sings the voice in the choir Bring your Father and your Mother Sing it higher and higher Shake the clammy hand Repeat the 23rd psalm Make you understand Where it was you went wrong Voices from tapes Shouting with twisted tongues Emotional rape Hell fire scorched lungs Come on, Come on, Come on Pay close attention to this Let me give you something good to eat Bite down hard 'til it sticks between your teeth Glory, glory we've killed the beast Blinded by glittery diamonds Resting on crooked fingers Shaded eyes they are the ones Who'll lead you to your deliverance From the figure of doom Force you to understand Lock you in a room With a holy roller and a one man band |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
Baby, see how I been living
Velvet curtains on the windwos to Keep the bright and unforgiving Light from shining through Baby, I remember all the things we did When we slept together In the blue behind your eyelids Baby, sweet baby Traced your scent through the gloom 'Til I found these purple flowers I was spent, I was soon smelling you for hours Lavender, lotus blossoms too Water the dirt, flowers last for you Baby, sweet baby Tangerines and persimmons And sugarcane Grapes and honeydew melon Enough fit for a queen Lemon trees don't make a sound 'Til branches bend and fruit falls to the ground Baby, sweet baby Come to my wolrd and witness The way things have changed 'Cause I finally did it, baby I got out of La Grange Got in my Mercury and drove out west Pedal to the metal and my luck to the test Baby, sweet baby I been tryin' to enjoy all the fruits of my labor I been cryin' for you boy but truth is my savior Baby, sweet baby if it's all the same Take the glory and day over the fame Baby, sweet baby |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
I've been waiting for you to come back
Since you left Minneapolis Snow covers the streetlamps and the windowsills The buildings and the brittle crooked trees Dead leaves of December Thin skinned and splintered Never gotten used to this bitter winter I've been wasted, angry and sad Since you left Minneapolis I wish my thoughts were pure like the driven snow Like the heavens and the spring's virgin buds But they strangle me with their sin Fill me up with poison Black clouds have covered up the sun again I can always trace it back To that night in Minneapolis Here on the seventh floor in a room I can't call mine Deadbolt on the door, do not disturb sign Shaking and trembling On the clean white linen Slivers of starlight across the ceiling A dozen yellow roses All that's left in Minneapolis I wish I'd never seen your face or heard your voice You're a bad pain in my gut I wanna spit you out Open up this wound again Let my blood flow red and thin Into the glistening Into the whiteness Into the melting snow of Minneapolis |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
Overtime
That's what they all tell me That's what they say to me Overtime Your blue eyes, your black eyelashes The way you looked at life In your funny way I guess out of the blue You won't cross my mind And I'll get over you Overtime Your pale skin, your sexy crooked teeth The trouble you'd get in In your clumsy way I guess one afternoon You won't cross my mind And I'll get over you Overtime I guess out of the blue You won't cross my mind And I'll get over you Overtime |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
[Chorus]
People, trying to tear us apart Trying to rip out my heart People talkin' People talkin' Livin' is full of misery and pain Somebody called you a dirty name Keep on walkin' Keep on walkin' I love you more than this cruel world will ever know I want to be your girl forever I don't want to let you go If I could change things I would die and return Another name and Knowin' everything I've learned People talkin' People talkin' All of my life I have tried to get along All I ever hear now Is gossip and waggin' tongues I have suffered and I've cried myself to sleep I have wandered down these highways and dirty streets Keep on walkin' Keep on walkin' [Chorus] People talkin People talkin' Keep on walkin' Keep on walkin' People talkin' People talkin' Keep on walkin' Keep on walkin' People talkin' People talkin' |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
You've got a sense of humor
You're a mystery I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogues Beneath your skin Pornographic episodes Screaming sin 'Til its real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming Draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming Raw and exposed Shattered nerves Itchy skin Dirty words And heroin Better real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings I climbed all the way inside Your tragedy I got behind The majesty Of the different shapes In every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote With real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
You don't have to prove
Your manhood to me constantly I know you're the man can't you see I love you Righteously Why you wanna dis me After the way you been kissin' me After those pretty things you say And the love we made today When you run your hand All up and run it back down my leg Get excited and bite my neck Get me all worked up like that Think this through I laid it down for you everytime Respect me I give you what's mine You're entirely way too fine Arms around my waist You get a taste of how good this can be Be the man you ought to tenderly Stand up for me Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me Don't cause me pain Be my lover don't play no game Just play me John Coltrane |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
You run yourself ragged tryin' to be strong
You feel bad when you done nothin' wrong Love got all confused with anger and pride So much abuse on such a little child Someone you trusted told you to shut up Now there's a pain in your gut that you can't get rid of No one heard your screams when you were nine When bad dreams filled your summertime So you don't always show your sweet side ... You're tough as steel and you keep your chin up You don't ever feel like you're good enough You've had the blues ever since you were six Your little tennis shoes and your pick-up sticks You were screamed at and kicked over and over Now you always feel sick and you can't keep a lover Every Christmas there were presents to unwrap But the things you witnessed when you were five and a half So you don't always show your sweet side ... Someone deserted you, the damage is done Now you don't deserve to be loved by no one Hands that would feed you when you were two Were the same hands that beat you black and blue You get defensive at every turn You're overly sensitive and overly concerned Few precious memories no lullabies Hollowed out centuries of lies So you don't always show your sweet side ... I've seen you in the kitchen cookin' me supper I listened to you bitchin' I watched you suffer I still love you baby 'cause I know you Don't mean to do the cruel things you do I've seen you sewin' buttons on your shirt I've seen you throwin' up when your stomach hurt I'll stick by you baby through thick and thin No matter what kind of shape you're in 'Cause I've seen your sweet side ... |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
You say there's always gonna be this thing
Between us days are filled with dreams Scorpions crawl across my screen Make their home beneath my skin Underneath my dress stick their tongues Bite through the flesh down to the bone And I have been so fuckin' alone Since those three days Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days? You built a nest inside my soul You rest your head on leaves of gold You managed to crawl inside my brain You found a hole and in you came You sleep like a baby breathing Comfortably between truth and pain But the truth is nothing's been the same Since those three days Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days? You say there's always gonna be this thing Between us days are filled with dreams Scorpions crawl across my screen Make their home beneath my skin Underneath my dress stick their tongues Bite through the flesh down to the bone And I have been so fuckin' alone You built a nest inside my soul You rest your head on leaves of gold You managed to crawl inside my brain You found a hole and in you came You sleep like a baby breathing Comfortably between truth and pain But the truth is nothing's been the same Since those three days Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days, baby? Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days? For those three days For those three days |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
I think I'm gonna make myself a little something to eat,
Get a can down off the shelf, maybe a little something sweet. Haven't spoke to no one, haven't been in the mood, Pour some soup, get a spoon, stir it up real good. Go out with a friend, they know the music might help, But I can't pretend - I wish I was somewhere else. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. Put on my coat, go out into the street, Get a lump in my throat, and look down at my feet. Take the long way home, so I can ride around, Put Neil Young on and turn up the sound. Drive up the coastline, maybe to Ventura, Watch the waves make signs out on the water. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. Stand in the shower, clean this dirty mess, Give me back my power, and drown this unholyness. Lean over the toilet bowl, and throw up my confession, Clense my soul, of this hidden obsession. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
Words Fell
Like roses at our feet When you let me see you cry Your silent lips against my cheek Words Fell On a night as black as coal Your kisses traveled deep Your eyes pierced my soul Words Fell Words Fell In another place and time We lived within the woods Ate berries from the vine Words Fell When we lay among the stones And watched the Druids dance And walked along the rocky shores Words Fell Words Fell In another place and time I knew your mournful blue Knew your golden grace Words Fell When we let the ocean hold us And sank beneath the waves In the silences of the roses Words Fell Words Fell Words Fell |
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from Lucinda Williams - World Without Tears (2003)
If we lived in a world withought tears
How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones If we lived in a world without tears How would heartbeats Know when to stop How owuld blood know Which body to flow outside of How would bullets find the guns If we lived in a wold without tears How would misery know Which back door to walk through How would trouble know Which mind to live inside of How would sorrow find a home If we lived in a world without tears How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones If we lived in a world without tears How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones How would broken find the bones How would broken find the bones |
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from Lost And Found (2003)
안녕하세요? 멜론 입니다. 멜론에서는 회원 여러분들의 가사등록 참여를 기다리고 있습니다. 참여방법은 우측 상단의 가사입력 버튼을 누르신 뒤 입력해 주시면 됩니다. 입력해 주신 가사는 멜론 서비스 관리자의 확인을 통해 멜론 서비스에 제공되며, 입력하신 분의 아이디도 함께 등록됩니다. 감사합니다. - 허위 가사나 광고성 게시물을 등록하였을 경우, 멜론서비스에 적용되지 않으며, 게시자에게 사전 또는 사후 통보 없이 삭제할 수 있습니다. |
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from Lost And Found (2003)
You don't have to prove Your manhood to me constantly I know you're the man can't you see I love you Righteously Why you wanna dis me After the way you been kissin' me After those pretty things you say And the love we made today When you run your hand All up and run it back down my leg Get excited and bite my neck Get me all worked up like that Think this through I laid it down for you everytime Respect me I give you what's mine You're entirely way too fine Arms around my waist You get a taste of how good this can be Be the man you ought to tenderly Stand up for me Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me Don't cause me pain Be my lover don't play no game Just play me John Coltrane |
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from The L Word (L워드) [ost] (2004)
Gurf Morlix guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Ray Kennedy 12 string guitar Greg Leisz 12 string guitar Roy Bittan organ Buddy Miller acoustic guitar Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals Not a day goes by I don't think about you You left your mark on me it's permanent a tattoo Pierce the skin and the blood runs through Oh my baby The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me I stand over the stove in the kitchen Watch the water boil and I listen Turn off the television Oh my baby The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me SOLO I take off my watch and my earrings My bracelets and everything Lie on my back and moan at the ceiling Oh my baby Think about you and that long ride I bite my nails I get weak inside Reach over and turn off the light Oh my baby The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me The way you move it's right in time The way you move it's right in time It's right in time with me From Lucinda Williams |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Last time I saw you, you had dirt under your nails
Your eyes were glassy and you looked so pale You said my life has become a livin' hell Ain't got enough money to pay my bills Everything is wrong Everything is wrong Got a friend with a needle stuck in his arm He got hooked on heroin in Vietnam It used to help kill the pain some of the time Now I can't sleep at all since I got back home I worked in the strip mines off and on Now I can't seem to get rid of this cough Ain't been many jobs these last few months And the last one I had I got laid off I ain't got no hot water and they shut off the heat Can you loan me some money for something to eat Been out here on this corner for about a week Tryin hard to stand on my own two feet They want to try and tell me where I can live They kicked me off my land and told me they'd give me A nice little tract house with running water But how am I gonna explain that to my Navaho mother My American dream almost came true But the things they promised me never came through I believe in the American dream But things are never quite what they seem Everything is wrong Everything is wrong Everything is wrong Everything is wrong |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Can't put the rain back in the sky
Once it falls down Please don't cry Rain turns the dirt into mud Warm and messy Like your love Can't force the river upstream When it goes south Know what I mean? Nothin' will make me take you back Are you down babe Down with that? |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Come on, Come on, Come on
Kill the rats in the gutter Sings the voice in the choir Bring your Father and your Mother Sing it higher and higher Shake the clammy hand Repeat the 23rd psalm Make you understand Where it was you went wrong Voices from tapes Shouting with twisted tongues Emotional rape Hell fire scorched lungs Come on, Come on, Come on Pay close attention to this Let me give you something good to eat Bite down hard 'til it sticks between your teeth Glory, glory we've killed the beast Blinded by glittery diamonds Resting on crooked fingers Shaded eyes they are the ones Who'll lead you to your deliverance From the figure of doom Force you to understand Lock you in a room With a holy roller and a one man band |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Go find a jukebox and see what a quarter will do
I don't wanna talk I just wanna go back to blue Feed's me when I'm hungry and quenches my thirst Loves me when I'm lonely and thinks of me first Blue is the color of night When the red sun Disappears from the sky Raven feathers shiny and black A touch of blue glistening down her back We don't talk about heaven and we don't talk about hell We come to depend on one another so damn well So go to confession whatever gets you through You can count your blessings I'll just count on blue Blue is the color of night When the red sun Disappears from the sky Raven feathers shiny and black A touch of blue glistening down her back Blue From Lucinda William "Essence" Lost Highway Records 2001 Warner - Tamerlane Publishing/Lucy Jones Music Tony Garnier bass Bo Ramsey guitar Charlie Sexton guitar David Mansfield violin/viola Lucinda acoustic guitar |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
I had to go back to that house one more time To see if Camellias were in bloom For so many reasons it's been on my mind The house on Belmont Avenue Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground What with the rain and the soft swampy land By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around Were switches when we were bad I took a bus to Baton Rouge....etc., All the front rooms were kept closed off I never liked to go in there much Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch The company couch covered in plastic Little books about being saved The dining room table nobody ate at And the piano nobody played There was this beautiful lamp I always loved A seashore was painted on the shade It would turn around when you switched on the bulb And gently rock the waves The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells A fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well But to tell them would be just too hard Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life Follow me wherever I go I'll never be free from these chains inside Hidden deep down in my soul |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
I changed the lock on my front door so you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house, and you can't lie down on my couch I changed the lock on my front door I changed the number on my phone so you can't call me up at home And you can't say those things to me that make me fall down on my knees I changed the number on my phone I changed the kind of car I drive so you can't see me when I go by And you can't chase me up the street, and you can't knock me off of my feet I changed the kind of car I drive I changed the kind of clothes I wear so you can't see me anywhere And you can't spot me in a crowd, and you can't call my name out loud I changed the kind of clothes I wear I changed the tracks underneath the train so you can't find me again And you can't trace my path, and you can't hear my laugh I changed the tracks underneath the train I changed the name of this town so you can't follow me down And you can't touch me like before, and you can't make me want you more I changed the name of this town I changed the lock on my front door, I changed the number on my phone I changed the kind of car I drive, I changed the kind of clothes I wear I changed the tracks underneath the train, I changed the name of this town I changed the name of this town I changed the name of this town |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug Come on and let me taste your stuff Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift What surprise you gonna hit me with Refrain: I am waiting here for more I am waiting by your door I am waiting on your back steps I am waiting in my car I am waiting at this bar I am waiting for your essence Baby, sweet baby, whisper my name Shoot your love into my vein Baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard Make me wonder who's in charge ( ) Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath Even though you like to flirt with death Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough Please come find me and help me get f-----d upYour essence Your essence |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Baby, see how I been living
Velvet curtains on the windwos to Keep the bright and unforgiving Light from shining through Baby, I remember all the things we did When we slept together In the blue behind your eyelids Baby, sweet baby Traced your scent through the gloom 'Til I found these purple flowers I was spent, I was soon smelling you for hours Lavender, lotus blossoms too Water the dirt, flowers last for you Baby, sweet baby Tangerines and persimmons And sugarcane Grapes and honeydew melon Enough fit for a queen Lemon trees don't make a sound 'Til branches bend and fruit falls to the ground Baby, sweet baby Come to my wolrd and witness The way things have changed 'Cause I finally did it, baby I got out of La Grange Got in my Mercury and drove out west Pedal to the metal and my luck to the test Baby, sweet baby I been tryin' to enjoy all the fruits of my labor I been cryin' for you boy but truth is my savior Baby, sweet baby if it's all the same Take the glory and day over the fame Baby, sweet baby |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
John Ciambotti bass guitar
Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller guitar Steve Earle acoustic guitar Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare Give me some love to fill me up Give me some time give me some stuff Give me a sign give me some kind of reason Are you heavy enough to make me stay I feel like I might blow away I thought I was in heaven But I was only dreamin I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare I just wanna live the life I please I don't want no enemies I don't want nothin if I have to fake it Never take nothin don't belong to me Everything's paid for nothing free If I give my heart Will you promise not to break it I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
i don't want you anymore cause you took my joy i don't want you anymore you took my joy you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back i'm gonna go to west memphis and look for my joy go to west memphis and look for my joy maybe in west memphis I'll find my joy maybe in west memphis i'll find my joy i'm gonna go to slidell and look for my joy go to slidell and look for my joy maybe in slidell I'll find my joy maybe in slidell I'll find my joy (first long instrumental break) you got no right to take my joy i want it back you got no right to take my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back i'm gonna go to west memphis and look for my joy go to west memphis and look for my joy maybe in west memphis i'll find my joy maybe in west memphis i'll find my joy i'm gonna go to slidell and look for my joy go to slidell and look for my joy maybe in slidell i'll find my joy maybe in slidell i'll find my joy (second instrumental break) i don't want you anymore cause you took my joy i don't want you anymore you took my joy you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back you took my i want it back (third |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Lonely girls, lonely girls
Lonely girls, lonely girls Heavy blankets, heavy blankets, heavy blankets Cover lonely girls Sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, sweet sad songs, Sung by lonely girls ( ) Pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos, pretty hairdos Worn by lonely girls Sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones, sparkly rhinestones Shine on lonely girls ( ) I oughta know, I oughta know, I oughta know About lonely girls ( ) |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod we smile and we shuffle our feet Making small talk standing face to face Hands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar We feel a little lost cause we've drifted away so far Hoping to find the right words to say We joke a little and then go on our way We are so out of touch yeah We are so out of touch yeah La La La La la la la We speak in past tense and talk about the weather Half broken sentences we try to piece togethor I ask about an old friend that we both used to know You said you heard he took his life about five years ago We may pass each other on the interstate We honk and cross over to the other lane Everybody's going somewhere everybody's inside Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives We are so out of touch yeah La La La La la la la From Lucinda William "Essence" Lost Highway Records 2001 Warner - Tamerlane Publishing/Lucy Jones Music Tony Garnier bass Bo Ramsey guitar Charlie Sexton guitar David Mansfield violin/viola Jim Keltner drums Organ Reese Wyans Lucinda acoustic guitar |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Overtime
That's what they all tell me That's what they say to me Overtime Your blue eyes, your black eyelashes The way you looked at life In your funny way I guess out of the blue You won't cross my mind And I'll get over you Overtime Your pale skin, your sexy crooked teeth The trouble you'd get in In your clumsy way I guess one afternoon You won't cross my mind And I'll get over you Overtime I guess out of the blue You won't cross my mind And I'll get over you Overtime |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Gurf Morlix guitar Doug Atwell fiddle Duane Jarvis guitar John Ciambotti bass Donald Lindley drums Byron Berline fiddle When Daddy told me what happened I couldn't believe what he just said Sonny shot himself with a 44 and they found him lyin on his bed I could not speak a single word no tears streamed down my face I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space Mama and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone Some of us gathered at a friend's house to help each other ease the pain I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn't say much of anything We drove on out to the country His friends all stood around Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down I saw his mama, she was standing there his sister she was there too I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they knew Born and raised in Pineola his mama believed in the Pentecost She got the preacher to say some words so his soul wouldn't get lost SOLO Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his grave SOLO |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
You've got a sense of humor
You're a mystery I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogues Beneath your skin Pornographic episodes Screaming sin 'Til its real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming Draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming Raw and exposed Shattered nerves Itchy skin Dirty words And heroin Better real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings I climbed all the way inside Your tragedy I got behind The majesty Of the different shapes In every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote With real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Just to sit and talk
The way we used to do It just breaks my heart That I can't get close to you If our eyes should meet Somewhere down the road Will you stop and be sweet Or will you just walk on I thought things would stay the same I thought things were right on In our sunny days How could we go wrong Now these days have found us Right here where we stand We thought we were so tough But nothing worked out like we planned Of everything in this world I guess I'll never know why Something as good as this could Flower up and die When you lose your happiness When no one's standing by When nothing makes any sense You got a reason to cry When nothing makes any sense You got a reason to cry |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
You don't have to prove
Your manhood to me constantly I know you're the man can't you see I love you Righteously Why you wanna dis me After the way you been kissin' me After those pretty things you say And the love we made today When you run your hand All up and run it back down my leg Get excited and bite my neck Get me all worked up like that Think this through I laid it down for you everytime Respect me I give you what's mine You're entirely way too fine Arms around my waist You get a taste of how good this can be Be the man you ought to tenderly Stand up for me Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me Don't cause me pain Be my lover don't play no game Just play me John Coltrane |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
You run yourself ragged tryin' to be strong
You feel bad when you done nothin' wrong Love got all confused with anger and pride So much abuse on such a little child Someone you trusted told you to shut up Now there's a pain in your gut that you can't get rid of No one heard your screams when you were nine When bad dreams filled your summertime So you don't always show your sweet side ... You're tough as steel and you keep your chin up You don't ever feel like you're good enough You've had the blues ever since you were six Your little tennis shoes and your pick-up sticks You were screamed at and kicked over and over Now you always feel sick and you can't keep a lover Every Christmas there were presents to unwrap But the things you witnessed when you were five and a half So you don't always show your sweet side ... Someone deserted you, the damage is done Now you don't deserve to be loved by no one Hands that would feed you when you were two Were the same hands that beat you black and blue You get defensive at every turn You're overly sensitive and overly concerned Few precious memories no lullabies Hollowed out centuries of lies So you don't always show your sweet side ... I've seen you in the kitchen cookin' me supper I listened to you bitchin' I watched you suffer I still love you baby 'cause I know you Don't mean to do the cruel things you do I've seen you sewin' buttons on your shirt I've seen you throwin' up when your stomach hurt I'll stick by you baby through thick and thin No matter what kind of shape you're in 'Cause I've seen your sweet side ... |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
You say there's always gonna be this thing
Between us days are filled with dreams Scorpions crawl across my screen Make their home beneath my skin Underneath my dress stick their tongues Bite through the flesh down to the bone And I have been so fuckin' alone Since those three days Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days? You built a nest inside my soul You rest your head on leaves of gold You managed to crawl inside my brain You found a hole and in you came You sleep like a baby breathing Comfortably between truth and pain But the truth is nothing's been the same Since those three days Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days? You say there's always gonna be this thing Between us days are filled with dreams Scorpions crawl across my screen Make their home beneath my skin Underneath my dress stick their tongues Bite through the flesh down to the bone And I have been so fuckin' alone You built a nest inside my soul You rest your head on leaves of gold You managed to crawl inside my brain You found a hole and in you came You sleep like a baby breathing Comfortably between truth and pain But the truth is nothing's been the same Since those three days Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days, baby? Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days? For those three days For those three days |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
I think I'm gonna make myself a little something to eat,
Get a can down off the shelf, maybe a little something sweet. Haven't spoke to no one, haven't been in the mood, Pour some soup, get a spoon, stir it up real good. Go out with a friend, they know the music might help, But I can't pretend - I wish I was somewhere else. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. Put on my coat, go out into the street, Get a lump in my throat, and look down at my feet. Take the long way home, so I can ride around, Put Neil Young on and turn up the sound. Drive up the coastline, maybe to Ventura, Watch the waves make signs out on the water. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. Stand in the shower, clean this dirty mess, Give me back my power, and drown this unholyness. Lean over the toilet bowl, and throw up my confession, Clense my soul, of this hidden obsession. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. I wanna watch the ocean bend, The edges of the sun,then I wanna get swallowed up In an ocean of love. |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
Words Fell
Like roses at our feet When you let me see you cry Your silent lips against my cheek Words Fell On a night as black as coal Your kisses traveled deep Your eyes pierced my soul Words Fell Words Fell In another place and time We lived within the woods Ate berries from the vine Words Fell When we lay among the stones And watched the Druids dance And walked along the rocky shores Words Fell Words Fell In another place and time I knew your mournful blue Knew your golden grace Words Fell When we let the ocean hold us And sank beneath the waves In the silences of the roses Words Fell Words Fell Words Fell |
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from Lucinda Williams - Live @ The Fillmore [live] (2004)
If we lived in a world withought tears
How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones If we lived in a world without tears How would heartbeats Know when to stop How owuld blood know Which body to flow outside of How would bullets find the guns If we lived in a wold without tears How would misery know Which back door to walk through How would trouble know Which mind to live inside of How would sorrow find a home If we lived in a world without tears How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones If we lived in a world without tears How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones How would broken find the bones How would broken find the bones |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
I been lookin for my old man
I can't find him nowhere I think I'll go Chicago And look around over there If I can't find him Go back on the river and sit right down That man keep a worryin' poor me I'm gonna jump overboard and drown My man, he come sit down He come sit down right beside me He said: "Would be good, Mama If you just come with me" And I go with my baby What man like a woman with a sassy child I won't have to ask him no questions Man, because he knows the reason why I feel so disgusted I don't know what to do I think I'll go uptown Try to find me somethin' new Meet a man with a Cadillac Whoah man, and plenty money too I won't have to wake up Early in the mornin' 'Cause I won't have nothin' In the world to do |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
You can drop down, Daddy
Let your Mama see You got something, baby That keeps on worrying me Well, my mama won't allow me To fool around late at night Said: "You may be too young Some men might not treat you right" Well, the Jack of Diamonds Told the Queen of Spades: "Oh, come on, babe Let's talk and creep away" Oh my, my mama won't allow me To fool around all night long Said: "You may be too young Some men might treat you wrong" Well, stop scratching on my window Stop knocking on my screen You're an evil man And I know this what you mean Well, my mama won't allow me To fool around late at night Said: "You may be too young Some men might not treat you right" Well, you know some of these men Full of so much job Got a handful of "gimme" Mouthful of much or bly Oh my, my mama won't allow me To fool around all night long Said: "You may be too young Some men might treat you wrong" Well, if you see me coming Through your woman outdoors I ain't no stranger I've been here before But my mama won't allow me To fool around late at night Said: "You may be too young Some men might not treat you right" You can drop down, Daddy Let your Mama see You got something, baby That keeps on worrying me Oh my, my mama won't allow me To fool around all night long Said: "You may be too young Some men might treat you wrong" Said: "You may be too young Some men might treat you right" |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
1.What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Con-cerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is re-corded On the pages of God's Holy Word. 2. All the other birds are flocking 'round her And she is despised by the squad But the great speckled bird in the Bible Is one with the great church of God. 3. All the other churches are against her They envy her glory and fame They hate her because she is chosen And has not denied Jesus' name. 4. Desiring to lower her standard They watch every move that she makes They long to find fault with her teachings But really they find no mistake. 5. She is spreading her wings for a journey She's going to leave by and by When the trumpet shall sound in the morning She'll rise and go up in the sky. 6. In the presence of all her despisers With a song never uttered before She will rise and be gone in a moment Till the great tribulation is o'er. 7. I am glad I have learned of her meekness I am proud that my name is on her book For I want to be one never fearing The face of my Savior to look. 8. When He cometh descending from heaven On the cloud that He writes in His Word I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him On the wings of that great speckled bird. |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
When I was up
In Memphis, Tennessee Jug band music Sounds so sweet to me Because it sounds so sweet And they're hard to beat Ri-da-doo-dee, jug band music Certainly was a treat for me Well, I went to my man Put my hand on his knees And said: "If you can't play the jug You can't play with me" Because it sounds so sweet And they're hard to beat Ri-da-doo-dee, jug band music Certainly was a treat for me And then I took off my socks I took off my shoes I danced all night To the jug band blues Because it sounds sweet And they're hard to beat Ri-da-doo-dee, jug band music Certainly was a treat for me And then I went back home Turned on my radio Jug band music Made me stop and slow Because it sounds so sweet And they're hard to beat Ri-da-doo-dee, jug band music Certainly was a treat for me And it was way downtown In Memphis, Tennessee Jug band music Sounds so sweet to me Because it sounds so sweet And they're hard to beat Ri-da-doo-dee, jug band music Certainly was a treat for Jug band music Certainly was a treat for Jug band music Certainly was a treat for me |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
My little darling, oh, how I love you
How I love you, none can tell In your heart you love another Little darling pal of mine Many a day with you I've rambled Happiest hours with you I've spent Thought I had your heart forever Now I find it's only lent My little darling, oh, how I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart you love another Little darling pal of mine Many a night while you lay sleeping Dreaming of your amber skies Was a poor girl broken-hearted Listening to the winds that sigh My little darling, oh, how I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart you love another Little darling pal of mine Just three things that I wish for It's my casket, shroud and grave When I'm gone, don't weep for me Just kiss those lips that you betrayed My little darling, oh, how I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart you love another Little darling pal of mine |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
Honey, make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor Honey, make it down, make it soft and low Then maybe my good gal she won't know I'm goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow Goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow I'm goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow Ain't no telling just how fur I'll go I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee Get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee I told you I's a-commin' soon, you'd better look for me Honey, I can't lay down on your bed You know that I can't lay down on your bed Yes, you know that I can't lay down 'cross your pretty bed 'cause my good woman she might kill me dead And don't you let my good gal catch you here No don't you let my good gal catch you here Doo, she might shoot you, cut and stump you too Ain't no tellin' what o' she might do Ooh, make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Honey, make it down, make it soft and low Then maybe my good gal she won't know Now the way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired The way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired The way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired Thinking goin' turn over, tryin' sleepin' on my side Ooh , make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Honey, make it down, make it soft and low Then maybe my good gal she won't know (Make that pallet, honey) |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
I keep drinkin' malted milk
Tryin' to drive my blues away I keep drinkin' malted milk Tryin' to drive my blues away And it is as welcome to my lovin' As the flower is in May Malted milk, malted milk Keep on rushin' to my head Malted milk, malted milk Keep on rushin' to my head I got a funny, funny feelin' And I'm talkin' all out my head Honey, fix me one more drink And hug your lady one more time Honey, fix me one more drink And hug your lady one more time Keep on stirrin' my malted milk, Daddy Until I change my mind Oh, my door knob keeps on turnin' There must be spooks here 'round my bed Oh, my door knob keeps on turnin' There must be spooks here 'round my bed I got a funny, funny feelin' And the hair's risin' on my head Malted milk, malted milk Keep on rushin' to my head Malted milk, malted milk Keep on rushin' to my head I got a funny, funny feelin' And I'm talkin' all out my head I keep drinkin' malted milk Tryin' to drive my blues away I keep drinkin' malted milk Tryin' to drive my blues away And it is as welcome to my lovin' As the flower is in May |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
Motherless children
Have a hard time When their mother's dead Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Wanderin' round From door to door They don't have No place to go Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Some people say Your sister will do When your mother's dead Some people say Your sister will do When your mother's dead Some people say Your sister will do Soon as she marries Turn her back on you Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Some people say Your auntie will do When your mother's dead Some people say Your auntie will do When your mother's dead Some people say Your auntie will do Make a start Then prove untrue Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Your husband may do The best he can When your mother's dead Your husband may do The best he can When your mother's dead Your husband may do The best he can But your husband Don't understand Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Jesus will be A father to you When your mother's dead Jesus will be A father to you When your mother's dead Jesus will be A father to you Through pain and sorrows He'll lead you through Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead I say motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Wanderin' round From door to door They don't have No place to go Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead Motherless children Have a hard time When their mother's dead |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
How many times
Have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way How little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in a hundred With a satisfied mind Once I was living In fortune and fame And everthing I could dream of To get a start in life's game And suddenly it happened I lost every dime But I'm richer by far With a satisfied mind No money can buy back Your youth when your old Or a friend when you're lonely Or a heart that's grown cold And the world's richest man Is a pauper at times Compared to the man With a satisfied mind When my life is over And my time has run out My friends and my loved ones I'll leave there's no doubt But there's one thing for certain When it comes my time I'll leave this old world With a satisfied mind I'll leave this old world With a satisfied mind |
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from Lucinda Williams - Ramblin` (2005)
I can't keep walkin' down the street
'Fore some pretty daddy start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby Make you lose your mind These no good men love to ape and clown They don't do nothin' but tear my good reputation down Stop breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust you brains out, baby Make you lose your mind I can't walk the streets now, I can't consolate my mind 'Fore some no good man starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby Make you lose your mind I give my baby the ninety-ninth degree Then he rose up and brought a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby Make you lose your mind I can't keep walkin' down the street 'Fore some no good man start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby Make you lose your mind I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby Make you lose your mind |
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from Por Vida (2005)
Pyramid of tears
Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears, I see you cry Her dress don't hide her age Not like mama said it would And her smile fades away Just like daddy said it could No, things don't come so easy Not when you turn twenty five And to blow out the candles Takes a pill of concentration I can't look inside her eyes I can't kiss her perfect lips I can't whisper in her ears And take her far away from this Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears, I see you cry I can't hold her tight enough Not to steal away the pain I can't look into her eyes And tell her everything's okay No, she's not tired, she's just older And she's lost the will to fly I can't whisper in her ears And tell her everything's alright Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears, I see you cry Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears Pyramid of tears, I see you cry I see you cry I see you cry I see you cry |
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from 트랜스아메리카 (Transamerica) (2006)
it's okay you don't have to be afraid
there's nothing to worry about cuz we got it made it's just a simple matter of letting me into love if you let that feeling come over you than there's nothing more that you can do just let it go let it go if it's love you want hold out your arms it's alright here it's safe and warm it's okay to feel good thats the way it should be everything we have is fresh and new i will open myself up to you like a rose like a rose everything we have is fresh and new i will open myself up to you like a rose like a rose |
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from Lucinda Williams - Happy Woman Blues (2006)
written by Lucinda Williams
Lucinda Williams lead vocals and acoustic guitar Mickey White acoustic rhythm and lead guitars, harmony vocals Rex Bell electric bass and harmony vocals Andre Matthews electric rhythm, lead and slide guitars Ira Wilkes drums Mickey Moody pedal steel guitar Malcolm Smith fiddle and viola Tryin' hard to be a happy woman. But sometimes life just overcomes me, Everyday I'm workin' just to pay my dues. Lay down at night, my mind is so confused. Goin' down south with the New York City blues, Gotta hit the road before I blow a fuse, I might buy me a Cadillac or a Chevrolet. I don't care what model as long as it takes me away SOLO I've been hiding my heart in a trunk. Can you come see me when my ship has sunk You can give me lovin, that I can't refuse, And love is the one thing that's sure to cure my blues. Goin' down the road with a heavy heart, Tryin' to find lightness in the dark, Tryin' to live my life, tryin' to get satisfied. My mind is in the city but my heart is in the countryside. SOLO Tryin' hard to be a happy woman. But sometimes life just overcomes me, Everyday I'm workin' just to pay my dues. Lay down at night, my mind is so confused. Lay down at night, my mind is so confused. From Lucinda Williams "Happy Woman Blues" Folkways Records 1980 |
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from Lucinda Williams - Happy Woman Blues (2006)
How long have you been hangin' around
Your eyes fixed to the cement ground Your heart is warm, your hands are cold You know the truth, but the story gets old You stood on the corner for a long time People passin' by you gave you nickels and dimes They think you're one of the nameless Cuz you got no record and you ain't famous Oh, Bill, I know how you're feelin' Your heart's on fire and your head is reelin' But with the spirit to guide you And a friend beside you You know you'll win If you're only willin' The sun's so hot and my heart is thumpin' Let me buy you a beer or somethin' You've been travellin' a hard road Sit down, Bill, lighten your load If you need a friend, give me a call I got your picture on my wall From one compadre to another I love you, bill, as I would my brother Oh, Bill, I know how you're feelin' Your heart's on fire and your head is reelin' But with the spirit to guide you And a friend beside you You know you'll win If you're only willin' Oh, Bill, I know how you're feelin' Your heart's on fire and your head is reelin' But with the spirit to guide you And a friend beside You you know you'll win If you're only willin' |
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from Lucinda Williams - Happy Woman Blues (2006)
Howlin' at midnight, winter creepin' in
Feel like I've gone and lost my best friend My best friend, lost my best friend This car's headed down the wrong track again I ain't got nobody, I'm nobody's girl Gonna get in my Mercury and drive around the world Around the world, all around the world When I reach that mountain top I'll stand with flags unfurled She's up in New York City tryin' to make it big Wrote me a letter yesterday sayin' I ain't got no gigs Ain't got no gigs, I ain't got no gigs If you wanna send me somethin', make it a two dollar rig GUITAR SOLO She's up in New York City tryin' to be a star Told me you're wastin' your time where you are Where you are, where you are Gotta get yourself out of all those Texas bars Howlin' at midnight, winter creepin' in Feel like I've gone and lost my best friend My best friend, lost my best friend This car's headed down the wrong track again This car's headed down the wrong track again |
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from Lucinda Williams - Happy Woman Blues (2006)
John Ciambotti bass guitar
Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller guitar Steve Earle acoustic guitar Jim Lauderdale harmony vocals I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare Give me some love to fill me up Give me some time give me some stuff Give me a sign give me some kind of reason Are you heavy enough to make me stay I feel like I might blow away I thought I was in heaven But I was only dreamin I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare I just wanna live the life I please I don't want no enemies I don't want nothin if I have to fake it Never take nothin don't belong to me Everything's paid for nothing free If I give my heart Will you promise not to break it I think I lost it Let me know if you come across it Let me know if I let it fall Along a back road somewhere Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare Money can't replace it No memory can erase it And I know I'm never gonna find Another one to compare |
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from Lucinda Williams - Happy Woman Blues (2006)
written by Lucinda Williams
Lucinda Williams lead vocals and acoustic guitar Mickey White acoustic rhythm and lead guitars, harmony vocals Rex Bell electric bass and harmony vocals Andre Matthews electric rhythm, lead and slide guitars Ira Wilkes drums Mickey Moody pedal steel guitar Malcolm Smith fiddle and viola Can you relieve me, baby Take your heart from your sleeve And put it on the line, Put it right here beside mine. I can't seem to read you most of the time Don't you know that I need you Will you ever be mine Love is a gamble, I knew it from the start Whoever's holding the cards, please deal me the King of Hearts Please deal me the King of Hearts. SOLO If you came to my door And you asked me for more I'd lay down beside you. I'd never deny you. And if I had lots of silver I'd give some to you And if I had lots of gold I'd make a rich man of you. Everytime I see you, I want to fall in love again I would like to free you, but you won't even let me in You won't even let me in. Can you relieve me, baby Take your heart from your sleeve, And put it on the line Put it right here beside mine. I can't seem to read you Most of the time Don't you know that I need you Will you ever be mine Love is a gamble, I knew it from the start. Whoever's holding the cards, please deal me the King of Hearts, Please deal me the King of Hearts Lucinda Williams "Happy Woman Blues" Folkways Records FTS 31067 1980 |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-05-19 13:50:44
Subject : Lucinda Williams - Unsuffer me / Come on
