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(Chuck Berry)
Now, the thirteen question method is the one to use Listen to me! Thirteen question method is the one to use I'm saying that the thirteen question method is the one you gotta use If you wanna have some fun 'Cause the thirteen question method is the one to use Uhn! Question number one: you wanna have fun, uh hun Question number two: what to do ? Let's see! Question number three: wanna go out and eat burger with me ? God Almighty! For the thirteen question method is the one to use Now the question number five: don't give me no jive this morning Question number six: don't try no tricks, this evening Question number seven: I'll pick you up at a quarter to eleven, baby And question number eight: it's a date That's question number nine: where to dine, this evening ? Question number ten: ah, can we get in ? Question number eleven: gonna be just like heaven ? God Almighty! Question number twelve: we get by ourselves ? 'Cause the thirteen question method is the one to use The thirteen question method is the one to use Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna... The thirteen question method is the one to use And she says ah... She says... The thirteen question method is the one to use The thirteen question method is the one to use Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna have some fun 'Cause the... |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
three cool cats
three cool cats parked on the corner in a beat up car devouring up a liquor candy bar talking all about how sharp they are these three cool cats three cool chicks three cool chicks walking down the street just swinging their hips sw...ing up a bag of potato chips and three cool cats did three big flips for these three cool chicks up pop that first cool cat he said, "man look at that men do you see what I see?" "I want the middle chick" "and I want the little chick" "hey men, save one chick for me!" three cool chicks three cool chicks they look like angels from up above three cool cats really fell in love three cool chicks made three fools of these three cool cats that's what they did three cool chicks made fools of these three cool cats I'm a fool for you baby three cool chicks three cool cats |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
three cool cats
three cool cats parked on the corner in a beat up car devouring up a liquor candy bar talking all about how sharp they are these three cool cats three cool chicks three cool chicks walking down the street just swinging their hips sw...ing up a bag of potato chips and three cool cats did three big flips for these three cool chicks up pop that first cool cat he said, "man look at that men do you see what I see?" "I want the middle chick" "and I want the little chick" "hey men, save one chick for me!" three cool chicks three cool chicks they look like angels from up above three cool cats really fell in love three cool chicks made three fools of these three cool cats that's what they did three cool chicks made fools of these three cool cats I'm a fool for you baby three cool chicks three cool cats |
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from Ry Cooder - I, Flathead (2008)
I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind My girl and I got married in 1963 We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive So I bought an old house-trailer out on the country side You can't write country songs in town they say We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by We found that we liked living free that way I got me an old Cadillac just to have around Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be I heard that old Hank Williams drove one just like mine So I thought that something might rub off on me You can take what you want after I'm gone It's only just a little place that we called home sweet home One old house trailer two rusty Cadillacs and 5000 country music songs I always sent my songs up to Nashville town In Gase the boys could use a guy like me But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad You're bound to get you one just wait and see I recall the year Ray Price came through town His tour bus parked about a mile from here I sat there in the backseat of that old Coupe De Ville Those shoes were just too big to fill that year A song on Bobby Bare would take you anywhere If I'm still here it wasn't for lack of trying My wife would tell me Honey I'm feelin' somethin' there Don't care if Bobby never reads a line [Chorus] Then late one Summer evening she called me to her side Saying sing me something in your real old style The one I like to hear Bobby Bare passed by I'll just close my eyes and rest a while Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly I just packed up all those song words and my old guitar I locked them up and threw away the key |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me And if you want some kissin', call on me, baby No more lonely nights will you be alone All you got to do is pick up your telephone And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789 'Cause that's my number, 634-5789, 634-5789 Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me And if you're beggin' me some good kissin', call on me No more lonely nights, will you be alone All you gotta do is pick up the telephone And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789 That's my number, 634-5789 Call me baby, I'll be right there just as soon as I can (Wait a minute) And if I be just a bit little late, well, I hope that you understand 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789 It's not too late 634-5789, 634-5789 To call me on the phone, girl [Call me, baby] 634-5789, 634-5789, (use a dime), 634-5789 (call me up, hey) Don't lose my number 634-5789, 634-5789 Call me on the phone, girl 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789 Put your hands on the telephone Call me on the telephone Hey, call me baby Don't loose my number That's my number Call me right now |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
There's a place where i've been told
Every street is paved with gold And it's just across the borderline And when it's time to take your turn Here's one lesson that you must learn You could lose more than you'll ever hope to find When you reach the broken promised land And every dream slips through your hands Then you'll know that it's too late to change your mind 'cause you've paid the price to come so far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline Up and down the rio grande A thousand footprints in the sand Reveal a secret no one can define The river flows on like a breath In between our life and death Tell me who's the next to cross the borderline En la triste oscuridad (in the sad darkness) Hoy tenemos que cruzar (today we have to cross) Este ro que nos llama ms all (this river which calls us further away) But hope remains when pride is gone And it keeps you moving on Calling you across the borderline When you reach the broken promised land Every dream slips through your hands And you'll know it's too late to change your mind 'cause you pay the price to come so far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline Now you're still just across the borderline And you're still just across the borderline |
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from Ry Cooder - Music By Ry Cooder (2000)
There's a place where i've been told Every street is paved with gold And it's just across the borderline And when it's time to take your turn Here's one lesson that you must learn You could lose more than you'll ever hope to find When you reach the broken promised land And every dream slips through your hands Then you'll know that it's too late to change your mind 'cause you've paid the price to come so far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline Up and down the rio grande A thousand footprints in the sand Reveal a secret no one can define The river flows on like a breath In between our life and death Tell me who's the next to cross the borderline En la triste oscuridad (in the sad darkness) Hoy tenemos que cruzar (today we have to cross) Este ro que nos llama ms all (this river which calls us further away) But hope remains when pride is gone And it keeps you moving on Calling you across the borderline When you reach the broken promised land Every dream slips through your hands And you'll know it's too late to change your mind 'cause you pay the price to come so far Just to wind up where you are And you're still just across the borderline Now you're still just across the borderline And you're still just across the borderline |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
(C) Look at this one, look at that one Tell me do they look like me All my (F) friends said, don't you worry Said they'll testify for (C) me Well, I (G) wonder which of (F) my friends had it in for (C) me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me I don't (F) want six extra children When ain't but two that look like (C) me Please, have (G) mercy, judge your (F)honor Alimony is killing (C) me Please, have mercy, judge your honor I'm as poor as I can be Ain't had money in my pockets Since way back in fifty three Can't you cut down all my payment ? Alimony is killing me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
Yeah! oh!
well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me ? I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree the friends say I'm acting wild as a bug I'm in love, I'm all shook up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, oh Lord yeah yeah yeah my hands are shaky and my knees are weak I can't seem to stand on my own two feet who do you thank when you have such luck ? I'm in love, I'm all shook up well, please don't ask me what's on my mind a little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine I'm near the girl I love the best my heart beats so it scares me to... she touched my hand and what a chill I got her lips are like a volcano when that's hot I'm proud to say she's my buttercup I'm in love and I'm all messed up I'm, I'm, I'm... lawdy, lawdy I'm, I'm, I'm... yeah, yeah, yeah my tongue gets tied when I try to speak my inside's shaking like a leaf on a tree there's only one cure for this body of mine and that's to have that girl right here right now she touched my hand and what a chill I got her lips are like a volcano when that's hot I'm proud to say she's my buttercup I'm in love and I'm all shook up |
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from Cocktail (칵테일) by J. Peter Robinson [ost] (1988)
Yeah! oh!
well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me ? I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree the friends say I'm acting wild as a bug I'm in love, I'm all shook up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, oh Lord yeah yeah yeah my hands are shaky and my knees are weak I can't seem to stand on my own two feet who do you thank when you have such luck ? I'm in love, I'm all shook up well, please don't ask me what's on my mind a little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine I'm near the girl I love the best my heart beats so it scares me to... she touched my hand and what a chill I got her lips are like a volcano when that's hot I'm proud to say she's my buttercup I'm in love and I'm all messed up I'm, I'm, I'm... lawdy, lawdy I'm, I'm, I'm... yeah, yeah, yeah my tongue gets tied when I try to speak my inside's shaking like a leaf on a tree there's only one cure for this body of mine and that's to have that girl right here right now she touched my hand and what a chill I got her lips are like a volcano when that's hot I'm proud to say she's my buttercup I'm in love and I'm all shook up |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(Sleepy John Estes)
Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid" Well, she looked at me, she began to smile She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile But just don't let my husband catch you there I say, just don't let my husband catch you there" Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I never saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk I ain't never saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk Well, I ain't saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees |
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from The End Of VIolence (폭력의 종말) by Ry Cooder [ost] (1997)
Guess I'm doing something wrong
Never feel right in these shoes Pocket full of matches and a head full of flames Got to warn you that I'm bad news She tucks me in and then she screams "one day you will have to choose Either take care of me or take care of you And don't pretend you're not bad news" Come on now I'll take you home You don't have a thing to lose But stick around long enough and you'll find out I am nothing but bad news You can never change where you're from No matter who I will accuse I'm gonna get on with a better life And one day I won't be bad news It's the same everyday when I wake up It's the same in the way that you Gave me up In the middle of a swan dive And I was soaring down Perfect and slow |
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from Ry Cooder - Jazz (2000)
In the town of Louisville they got a man they call Big Bad Bill
I want to tell you, he sure was tough, and he certainly did strut his stuff He had folks all scared to death, when he walked by they held their breath He was a fighting man, sure enough Now Bill took himself a wife, and he leads a different life, cause Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now Married life has changed him some how He's the man that they all used to fear But now the people call him sweet pappa Willie dear Stronger than Samson I declare 'Til the brown skinned mama bobbed his hair Big Bad Bill don't fight any more Well he washes dishes and he mops up the floor Well he used to spend his evenin's lookin' for a fight Now he's got to see his mama every night Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (instrumental) Well he used to spend his evenin's lookin' for a fight Now he's got to see his mama every night Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico a long time (D) ago When a (G) man's only friend was his (D) own forty- (G) four Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad In old Silver City he went to the bad Way out west with a knife in his hand At the age of twelve years he killed his first man Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing Songs about Billy their boy bandit king Before this young manhood reached its sad end He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty one men It was on one black night that poor Billy died He said to his friends, |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready and it's go man go You can do anything that you want to do But uh-huh honey, lay off of my shoes And don't you step on my shoes Don't you step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes You can burn my house, steal my car And drink my liquor out of my fruit jar You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my shoes Don't step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes Well, it's down on Beale Street late one night A woman got mad and started a fight Split my chin and bust my nose Tore out the back of my best suit of clothes I said, ";Knock me down, step in my face Slander my name all over the place Do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes"; And don't you step on my shoes Don't step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take a tip from one who's travelled And never stopped a-ramblin' 'round 'Cause once you get the roamin' fever You never want to settle down, boy You never want to settle down I met a little gal in Frisco And I asked her to be my wife Told her I was tired of roamin' Goin' to settle down for life Then I heard the whistle blowin' And I knew it was the Red Ball Train And I left that gal beside the railroad And I never saw the gal again, boy I never saw the gal again Saw the gal again I never saw the gal again Left that gal beside the railroad And I never saw the gal again Travelled all over the country I've travelled everywhere I been on every Branch Line railroad And I never paid a nickel fare I been from Maine to Califor'ny And from Canada to Mexico I never tried to save no money And now I got no place to bo, boy Now I got no place to go Listen to a Boomer's story Pay attention to what I say Well, I hear another train a-comin' Guess I'll be on my way If you wanna do me a favor When I lay me down and die Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by, boys So I can hear the trains go by Hear the trains go Hear the trains go by Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
Well, thank you for the drink my friend, that's alright with me
Let's drink to the workingman, wherever he might be Remember what he stood up for and the struggles he went through Then let us take a little stroll down Cardboard Avenue Down on the street where I live, when evening comes around No T.V. or radio, never hear a lonesome sound Except some poor Joe cryin', Lord, can I make it up to you? But he never gets an answer down on Cardboard Avenue Well here's my little heartbreak hotel, now don't you be let down When the ghost of Hobo Bill comes a-shufflin' around He might pause by your side, saying, Buddy, can you spare a dime or two? Then he'll just drift off into the night on Cardboard Avenue Now, I hear the whistle blowing now, must be the Red Ball train We'll see you in the North Country, when the springtime comes again Just ask any workingman, wherever you might be The whereabouts of Reverend Tom, Lefty Mouse, and Buddy And if he asks you, Were you in the fight, did you join the strike of 1932? Just tell him that you knew us down on Cardboard Avenue |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
Well I had an Uncle Charley, back in my hometown
Said, Don't take no mice to be your friend 'Cause they'll wait till you're asleep and steal your money and your food And rat you out when the police come around Later on I started travellin', seeing something of this world And I learned to know a thing or two Just because you've been told a story back in your hometown Don't have to mean that story's always true I remember it was winter and things were goin' bad It rained and it snowed all day long Nobody would feed me and I couldn't find no job In a factory or workin' on a farm I was laying in my suitcase and the snow was falling down I didn't know what I was gonna do When I heard a tiny voice out there in the dark Saying, Brother, can I come in there with you? Well right here in my bag I got some real good cheese And a crust of bread or two If you let me come in and get out of the snow I'll share what I got with you Don't take no mice to be your friend Was the rule Uncle Charley always told But the north wind kept howling and the snow kept blowin' down And I couldn't leave him out there in the cold Well he said his name was Lefty and he'd been traveling round The secrets of this world to share with you Mouse traps are set right-handed, get your cheese out from the left We are many, Buddy, they are few He said, They'll tell you lies to make you doubt your fellow man Like cats and mice just can't get along Well it suits the bosses, Buddy, and it serves them fine 'Cause it keeps us working folks from bein' strong There's a better world a coming, Buddy Which side are you on? Don't let the big men take it, Buddy Which side are you on? It's your country, too, Buddy Which side are you on? It's time to take a stand, Buddy Which side are you on? Play! Boy, it's a fact mice ain't no good -- Old Charley always said they'll treat you bad But I'm here to tell you people, and I want it understood Lefty is the truest friend I'd ever had |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca” (maraca), chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” (preocupes) mas. Chinito, chinito, me lava la “lopa” (ropa). Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas. Cuando la “malaca” come mucho “aloz” (arroz), Chinito ni “tlabaja” (trabaja) a 5 y a 2. Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon, Cuando la “malaca” la lleva al canton. Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito. Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas. Vaya Chino. CORO: Chinito, chinito. Chinito finito. Chinito bonito. ¿Ay chinito bonito, donde vas? ¿Donda vas chinito con su “malaca,” Y donde estan mis pantalones, chinito? Pinche chinito, con mi camisa, dame la “lopa.” Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito. Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas. Chinito, chinito, me lava la “lopa.” Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas. Cuando la “malaca” come mucho “aloz,” Chinito ni “tlabaja” a 5 y a 2. Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon, Cuando la “malaca” la lleva al canton. Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito. Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas. |
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Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s Cuando la maraca come mucho arroz Chinito ni trabaja, a 5 why a 2 Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon Cuando la maraca la lleva al canton Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca, chinito Chinito, chinito, no proecupes m찼s Vaya Chino Chinito, chinito Chinito finito Chinito bonito Ay chinito bonito, donde vas? Donda vas chinito con su maraca Why donde estan mis pantalones, chinito? Pinche chinito, con mi camisa, dame la ropa Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca, chinito Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s Chinito, chinito, me lava la lopa Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s Cuando la maraca come mucho arroz Chinito ni trabaja a 5 why a 2 Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon Cuando la maraca la lleva al canton Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
Chloe! Chloe!
Someone's calling, no reply Nightshade's falling, hear him sigh Chloe! Chloe! Empty spaces in his eyes Empty arms outstretched, he's crying Through the black of night I've got to go where you are If it's dark or bright I've got to go where you are I'll go through the dismal swampland Searching for you For if you are lost there Let me be there, too Through the smoke and flame I've got to go where you are For no ways can be too far Where you are Ain't no chains can bind you If you live, I'll find you Love is calling me I've got to go where you are |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
Well, you got no credit and I got no cash
Now that bonus they give us was nothing but trash You been laid off at Goodyear, I been laid off at Hughes It looks like a bad year, there just ain't no use 'Cause it's Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend I ain't never been much of a churchgoing man But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin If Jesus and Santa Claus ever get back down to Southgate again Well, the telephone rang and it jumped off the wall Says, We're sorry, Buddy, but we can't place your call 'Cause Jesus don't answer, Santa ain't got back yet What's a poor old Red Cat got a right to expect? So I called up my banker to ask for a loan Said, It's Christmas Eve, Buddy, there ain't no one home Then I called up my preacher and he said, We're through What the heck is a poor old Red Cat gonna do? Now I'd work any job just to clear a day's pay Except for being President of the old USA Now that's dirty work, Lefty, no future, it's true I'd rather drink up my last nickel with you Well it's Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend I ain't never been much of a churchgoin' man But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin If Jesus and Santa Claus ever come back down to Southgate again |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(Harold Adamson & Jimmie McHugh)
One of our planes was missing Two hours overdue One of our planes was missing With all its gallant crew The radio sets were humming We waited for a word Then a noise broke Through the humming and this is what we heard Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Though there's one motor gone We can still carry on Comin' in on a wing and a prayer What a show, what a fight, boys We really hit our target for tonight How we sing as we limp through the air Look below, there's our field over there With just one motor gone We can still carry on Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer With our full crew on board And our trust in the Lord We're comin' in on a wing and a prayer |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(william r. emerson)
-man, I'm gonna tell you my story -go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more -just what I've been doing -what you've been doing, ry ? -well, you know I used to be particular about the womens that I picked -aha! -yeah! they used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all -but the way things has been going, I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged -what ? -I'll even take 'em bald! man. I'll tell you why -please, tell me why! Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels. He-hey, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile Oh, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels. Now look'it here! They say, walking women home is a thing of the past Women want to ride and ride around in class Some like cadillacs, boys, some like fords Some like anything as long as it rolls. Crazy 'bout an automobile [that's right] And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels Well, every woman I know she's crazy 'bout an automobile Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels One more thing I wanna tell you Said, riding and loving just can't be beat, You and your woman in your own front seat. Now, she can play with your keys, shift the gears, Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear. Now, she can turn up the heat and flip on your fan, And then you start rolling just as fast as you can. Crazy 'bout an automobile And just here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels Man, when I get some money I just got to get me some kind of automobile You don't seem like the women in this town just don't pay no attention to ya 'less you're driving Look at that big, fine buick over there Oh, I like that one Yeah, now, looks like somebody left the keys in it Oh, let's take a ride Nothing but rubber heels |
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from Ry Cooder - Crossroads (1998)
Johnson
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. Asked the Lord above for mercy, Save me if you please. I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by. I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side. I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side. You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside. You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown. You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown. And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down. |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
Well, I went on the mountain And I gave my horn a blow Thought I heard some purty gal say |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
At the dark end of the street
That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me, at the dark end of the street You and me I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we know it's wrong But our love keeps coming on strong Steal away to the dark end of the street They're gonna to find us, they're gonna to find us Someday they may come along And find us along someday You and me at the dark end of the street You and me And when the daylight hours roll round And if by chance we're both taken in And taken down the town But if we should leave before then And just walk on by Oh sweet baby, please don't you cry Cause tonight we'll share the same dream At the dark end of the street You and me, you and me, you and me At the dark end of the street |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(G) I wanna tell you people it's a nat'ral fact Ev'ry man don't understand 'bout the life And that's (C) all, I tell you that's (G) all 'Cause you better have (D) Jesus I tell you that's (G) all Well, the denominations have the right to fight They ought go on and treat each other right And that's all, I tell you that's all 'Cause you better have Jesus I tell you that's all It's right to stand together, wrong to stand apart When none will enter heaven but the pure at heart And that's all, I'll tell you that's all 'Cause you better have Jesus I'll tell you that's all Well, the primitive Baptists they believe That you can't go to heaven 'less you wash your feet And that's all, I'll tell you that's all 'Cause you better have Jesus I tell you that's all Well, the African Methodists, they believe the same 'Cause they know demonination ain't a thing but a name And that's all, I'll tell you that's all 'Cause you better have Jesus I tell you that's all Well, people that jump from church to church You can bet their conversion don't amount too much And that's all, I'll tell you that's all 'Cause you better have Jesus I tell you that's all Well, you can to your college, you can go to your school But if you ain't got Jesus, you'se (you are) an educated fool And that's all, I'll tell you that's all 'Cause you better have Jesus I tell you that's all |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
There's a great big mistery And it sure is worrying me It's a ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means I went out and walked around Somebody yelled, ";Now who's in town ?"; Mister ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means Some little girl 'bout four-feet-four Said, ";Come on, papa, and gimme some mo'"; Your ditty wah ditty Your ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means I went to church, put my hat on the seat A lady sat on it and said, ";Daddy you sho' is sweet"; Mister ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means I said, ";Sister, I'll soon be gone Just give me that thing that you're sitting on"; My ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means Then I got put outta the church 'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much Mister ditty wah ditty Mister ditty wah ditty I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
(G) Lots of folks back east they say (C) Leaving home most every day (D7) Beating the hot old dusty way To the (G) California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll (C) Getting out of that Old Dust Bowl (D) Think they're coming to a sugar bowl But (G) here's (D7) what they (G) find (D) Police at the port of entry say You're number fourteen thousand for to (D7) day Hey, if you (G) ain't got the Do Re Mi, boy If you ain't got the Do Re (D) Mi Well, you (D7) better go back to beautiful Texas Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennes- (G) see California is the garden of Eden It's a paradise to (G7) live in or (C) see But be(G)lieve it or (D) not You won't (Bm) find it so (C) hot If you (Em) ain't got the Do Re (G) Mi You want to buy a home or a farm That can't do nobody harm Take your vacation by the mountains or sea Don't swap your old cow for a car You better stay right where you are Better take this little tip from me Well, I look through the want ads every day The headlines in the papers always say |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan.
Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man. He's been to school and he can see what's best for all of you. Please trust me, my name is Frank, don't turn me down. Don't call me red. Every church has its prophets and its elders. God will love you if you just play ball, that's right. Fritz Burns, Chief Parker, and J Edgar. I outlived those bastards after all. We survived those dark days full of danger. In the end fate has been good to me. If you're in the neighbourhood, stranger, You're welcome to drop in and see. My name is Frank, don't turn me down. Don't call me red. |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan.
Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man. He's been to school and he can see what's best for all of you. Please trust me, my name is Frank, don't turn me down. Don't call me red. Every church has its prophets and its elders. God will love you if you just play ball, that's right. Fritz Burns, Chief Parker, and J Edgar. I outlived those bastards after all. We survived those dark days full of danger. In the end fate has been good to me. If you're in the neighbourhood, stranger, You're welcome to drop in and see. My name is Frank, don't turn me down. Don't call me red. |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
(O. Sain)
Good thing, good thing, good thing You been cheating on me, now, baby You know I know it's true Ain't nobody in this whole wide world Gonna love you like I do Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool Gonna keep on fooling 'round now, baby Gonna mess up a good thing Gonna mess up a good thing, all right Well, I might of cheated just a little bit baby Like many others do But when I get my little old paycheck now It goes right back to you Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool 'Cause if you keep on fooling around now, baby Gonna mess up a good thing, you're going to mess up a good thing They tell me you got a part-time lover Who's living way cross town It won't be but a little while, baby Before you put me down Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool Gonna keep on fooling 'round now, baby Gonna mess up a good thing Gonna mess up a good thing, all right Let me tell you something Now, don't you go sneaking across town,baby To catch me doing wrong Don't you know everybody's jealous, baby 'Cause we got a thing going on Don't you be no fool, don't you be no fool If you keep on fooling 'round now baby Gonna mess up a good thing Gonna mess up a good thing Good thing [You're messing up a good thing] Messing up a good thing Good thing Good thing |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
Well, did you hear the good news ?
There's gonna be some bad blues Somebody said they're playing all night long So go and fill your brown bag and put on all your clean rags Let's go downtown and see what's going on You take me down the Vine Street Stop when you hear the back beat And I'll sneak past the bounccer at the door Now I know that he ain't looking Not when the band is cooking Because he's watching the ladies dancing on the floor Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving Well, the scotch has started flowing And some girls she is showing everything she's got Folks, it's a sight! Some men will give a week's pay if she would just dance down their way and say ";Baby, I'm gonna take you home with me tonight"; Outside the streets is shaking and I hear the windows breaking Some poor fool's gonna land in jail tonight Well, all those hookers trying to pull your coat and the pimps reach out to cut your throat Ain't no way out of here without a fight (What's that fool saying ?) Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through Be careful, don't look back, keep moving, keep moving Voice of gay male: ";Hi. You know that you're going to get arrested the way that those pants fir around your thighs. Oh, come back honey! Don't leave now."; Voice of pimp: ";Hey, bud. Come here, let me talk to you for a second. Give me that"; [Sounds of fists, a robbery] ";Cops coming"; Voice of policeman (Ry): ";869 Victor."; [radio code] ";Jesus, this guy's a mess"; Voice of other cop: ";Well, he's just drunk. Come on, pick him up, put him in the car and take him downtown"; Well, his mama told him not to go Little sister told him too But the poor boy just didn't listen Like he should have, that's too bad He hitchhiked all the way from Burbank Now, he's gonna end up in drunk tank Some old man say, ";Yeah, well, that's just the way it goes down in Hollywood"; Going down in Hollywood You better hope that you don't run out of gas Down in Hollywood He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass Down in Hollywood They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you Down in Hollywood Now, if you want to stay healthy just keep a-moving right on through For truth! Man, I'm telling you Well, they'll do anything down in that low-down Hollywood He'll be in a world of trouble now Lord, have mercy Can I get a witness |
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from Ry Cooder - Crossroads (1998)
Lenoir
Far back’s I can remember Either had to plow or hoe One of those long ol’ nine feet sacks Standin’ at the old turn row. Down in Mississippi. Down in Mississippi. Down in Mississippi where I was born Down in Mississippi where I come from... They had a huntin’ season on a rabbit If you shoot him you went to jail. The season was always open on me: Nobody needed no bail. Nothing I got ‘gainst Mississippi, It also was the home of my wife. But I count myself a lucky man Just to get away with my life. |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(Joe South)
Down in the boondocks, down in the boondocks People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in I love her and she loves me But I don't fit in her society Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks Now, every night I watch the lights from the house upon the hill Well, I love a little girl who lives up there and I guess I always will But I don't dare knock on her door 'Cause her daddy is my boss man So I'll just have to be content and see her whenever I can Take a trip on down in the boondocks, Take a ride on down in the boondocks People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in See, I love her and she loves me But I don't fit her society Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks One fine day I'll find a way and move from this old shack Well, I'll hold my head up like a king and I'll never, never will look back 'Til that morning I'll work and slave And I'll save every dime But tonight she'll have to steal away To see me one more time Get together, darling, down in the boondocks Making love, darling, down in the boondocks People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in I love her and she loves me But I don't fit her society Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks |
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from Ry Cooder - I, Flathead (2008)
You told everybody that I couldn't drive
You didn't even want me around You knocked my love and you know that's a lie 'Cause I'm a good man when the flag goes down I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt Down the road like you never lied I'll find my way like I never been lost And you never laughed and I never cried I'll say goodbye to all my friends That won't take too very long They'll be real big men someday Never gonna miss me when I'm gone I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt I'll be long gone like you never lied l'll find my way like I never been lost And you never laughed and I never cried I'm in the road I'm in the right I got a mind to drive all night When I get there they'll know my name My head's blowin' loose all over again Fuel's gettin' hot sun's gettin' high Salt is burnin' in my eyes My brain's still good my tires are fair lf my drag chute fails baby I don't care Chorus |
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from The End Of VIolence (폭력의 종말) by Ry Cooder [ost] (1997)
I want to hold you
But every time I try Something keeps you Out of reach I want to love you But every time I try Something keeps Love away And I can feel it So love me right now Though it won't last Girl don't make me try ‘Cause I'll lose you forever Every time Every time And every time I try To put our love out Like a fire You keep me in your reach And every time I try To throw away my desire You hold me So close And I can feel it So love me right now Though it won't last Girl don't make me try ‘Cause I'll lose you forever Every time Every time |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(C) When Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard His visit to their (Am) island is bound to be an epoch in (G) local (C) history Definitely (Am) marking the new e (G) ra, keeping Trinidad in Ameri (C) ca For this great man jubilation, was evinced by the entire population Friendship for the U.S.A. was shown and from his house to stars and the stripes were flown For the state to open the gate to the president of these United States In fact everybody was glad to welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad We are privileged to see the democratic president of the great republic With his charming and genial personality and his wonderful urbanity We were struck by his modest style and we were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile No wonder why everybody was glad to welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad Now we understand that the president has just been on a visit to Brazil and the Argentine Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance they took part in a peace conference To stop war and atrocity and make the world safe for democracy The greatest event in the century in the interest of suffering humanity |
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from Ry Cooder - I, Flathead (2008)
I'm recording again and you know why
I need money and that's no lie Fernando sez my car is trash and he wants cash My car is old but it's still good I wouldn't change it baby if I could I really like that old Cadillac Fernando sez he won't give it back Never liked no Jap Cars ain't startin' up now The whole world's gone crazy anyhow Public transportation gets me down Might end up in a bad part of town Fernando sez it's understood No offense your credit ain't good You white folks had it it's all gone now Never had no rhythm anyhow Fernando sez take a clue Fernando sez you're overdue Fernando sez take in mind Fernando sez it's cash on the line |
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from Ry Cooder - I, Flathead (2008)
When the evening shadows fall I'm dreaming
Of a certain smile a secret rendezvous When the day is past and gone I'll come creeping Down the dark end of the street again to you In a dimly lit cafe as we go dancing I try to smile and hide a love that's true Then they play a lovely tune as we're romancing And I can't pretend no matter what I do Dark and different so they tell me lt's forbidden so they say But l just tell them we're so happy She's my Filipino dance halt girl Good friends have all withdrawn their salutations Good neighbors pause when I come down the street Preacher has a look of scom on Sunday morning And there's a frown on every face I see Que sera sera the Bible tells me Novus Ordo Seclorum so they say I just teil them adios muchachos She's my Filipino dance hall girl Then she whispers while we're dancing In a language soft and low I just tell her darling I love you You're my Filipino dance hall girl |
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Three o'clock this morning I woke up in a dream
Thought I heard a flat-head motor roar thought I smelled gasoline A feeling came upon me that I ain't had in years Something like a hot dry wind whistling past my ears Sayin time time time is all you got There's a memory that's still burning way down in my mind And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time I ain't seen my racing buddies in thirty years or more One by one I lost them out on the dry lake floor We liked to push those flat head cars as hard as they could go Just like old Whisky Bob down on thunder road I hear their voices calling just across the finish line And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time I'll get back to you baby don't you have no fear 'Cause I been there and I wrecked that and baby I'm still here But I can't take you with me when I cross the finish line And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
Well, some folks like the summertime they can walk about
Strolling through the meadow green it's pleasant there's no doubt But to me the wintertime is the best of all 'Cause I found her when the snow on the ground Now, I traced her little footprints in the snow I found her little footprints in the snow I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way 'Cause I found her when the snow was on the ground Now the Ladies Garment Workers walked out last wintertime One little union kitty was a dear sweetheart of mine She walked around all winter on the picket line But I found her when the snow was on the ground Now, the Union Strike Committee didn't like me hangin' round: Don't interfere with sisters while the strike is on Don't go around behaving like a ring-tailed tom But I found her when the snow was on the ground 'Cause I traced her little footprints in the snow I found her little footprints in the snow And I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way 'Cause I found her when the snow was on the ground She's somewhere out there marching with the union band We'll get back together when the pension check comes in But every time the snow falls, it brings back memories 'Cause I found here when the snow was on the ground I traced her little footprints in the snow Yah, I found her little footprints in the snow I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way 'Cause I found her when the snow was on the ground |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got news, my baby, done left town, yeah I got news, my baby, 'cause he done blow this town Well, I got great news, my baby, he done blow this town Blues started calling me like Ronny and France Looks like that other guy won't allow me no chance, yeah Well, it looks like, to me, that other guy won't allow me all chance Hum, hum, hum |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Get rhythm when you get the blues Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the peoples' feet On the windy corner of the dirty street Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes How'd he keep from gettin' the blues He grinned as he shook his little head Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe Does a million dollars worth of good for you Get rhythm when you get the blues Well, I started to listen to the shoeshine boy And I thought I was gonna jump for joy Slapped on the shoe polish left and right He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight He stopped once to wipe the sweat away I said you're a mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way He said |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
Well, me and Frank we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end But it would hurt him so for him to know That I'm in love with his girlfriend Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't compare Though my heart will ache I will let it break 'Cause I know that it just ain't fair So go on home girl, let's call it a night You better go home girl, this just ain't right But before you go I want you to know That I love you, yes I do And though it breaks my heart for us to part Still I know Frank loves you too Well, you say that a we can make him see We have a love that's really real But I think that he is just like me And I don't know just how he'd feel Darling, people know it would hurt him so If you told him that it must end And I could never hold the love I stole From a man I call my best friend Go on home girl, you better go home, girl Go on home, you better move on Me and Frank been friends for so long And our friendship is really strong He gives me his car to go for a ride Never knows how long I'll be gone Well, I'm trying to forget all the things that we've done While Frank is just awaiting back home Girl you can't go ride with me anymore That's the way it's got to be from now on Go on home! Uhn, hun. Better go home, girl Uhn, hun. Now you better move on, girl Uhn, hun. Better go home, girl Uhn, hun. You better move on, girl |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair And her mama and her papa well, they sure don't allow me there If you catch my jumper (?), babe, hanging upside your wall Well, if you catch my jumper (?), babe, hanging upside your wall Well, you know by that I need my ashes hauled I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-04-02 17:24:44
Subject : 빔 벤더스 감독 나스타샤 킨스키 해리 딘 스탠튼 <파리, 텍사스>(Paris, Texas / 1984)
