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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 - 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 - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
I've been trying so hard to find a way to your heart I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't win Win your love, win your love I gave you my love, I gave you my heart Instead of taking it, keeping it, baby, you tore it apart But I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, no, I can't win Win your love, win your love I go to church every Sunday [And there ain't nothing wrong with that] I stand work on time, every Monday [I do the best I can] I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, oh, no, I can't win Win your love, Can't seem to win your love, baby Win your love No matter how hard I try Win your love, can't win your love, baby Win your love, ohhoo, I can't win I just can't win, baby I can't win I try hard enough, girl I can't win, I still can't win I work eight days a week, baby What more, what more you want me to do ? I'm down on my knees, baby, I do that I can't win, please, please, please Just can't seem to win your love Come on, and bring it to me, girl Win your love, win your love |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
(B) Little sister won't you (E) please, please, (B) please Little sister don't you (E) cheat on (B) me Little sister don't you (E) kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you (Gm) run (F) (E) Little sister don't you (C9) do what your (F) big sister (B) done Well, I (B) dated your big sister And I (E) took her to a show (B) I (E) went out for some candy Along came Jim Dandy And they (F) snuck right out the door Little sister won't you please, please, please Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Ev'ry time I see your sister Seems she's got somebody new Well, she's mean and evil Like that little old Boll Weevil Got to try my luck with you Sister won't you please, please, please Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Well, now I used to pull your pigtails And I pinched your turned-up nose Baby you been a-growin' Yes, it's been a-showin' From your head down to your toes |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
Said, look at Granny run, run Grandpa runnin' close behind. Look at Granny run, run, ah... there's something on Granddaddy's mind. Because he went to the doctor, got a brand new pill. The doctor said, ";Son, you ain't over the hill."; He can't sit still. Great, gosh, almighty, won't you... Look at Granny run, run, faster than a Greyhound bus. [Granny, you better run] Look at Granny run, run, now Grandpa is gettin' serious. [Somebody's calling you] Well, he woke up in the middle of the night. Said, ";Looka here baby, everything's alright."; It was such a sight Great, gosh, almighty, won't ya... Well, look at Granny run, run Grandpa runnin' closer now. No matter how she run, run, he gonna catch her anyhow. Well, he jumped up and he began to shout Granny come arunning with the mouth poked out Said, ";Look here, pretty Mama, stop your carrying on All I want's a little loving just before I'm gone Ain't nothing wrong"; Hear my Lord, singing Great, gosh, almighty [You better run] [Somebody's calling you] Look at Granny run, run. Well, I feel like my time ain't [long], time ain't [long] time ain't [long] |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
(s. bailey)
(c#m) - (g#m7) - (g#7) - (f#7) - (e) - (b) My father (c#m) told me, lying (g#m7) on his bed of (c#m) death, Boy, he says, woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your (g#7) self 'cause she's got (c#m) something to make a man (f#7) lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very (e) thing that makes her (b) rich will make you (c#m) poor (f#7) The very thing that makes her (g#7) rich will make you (c#m) poor That's right! Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did While you were living high on the hog You had me down here scuffling like a dog Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor, Makes me so damn poor The thing that makes her rich makes me poor The very thing that makes you rich make me poor Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor Makes me so damned poor Money won't change it, no no... |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
(C) Trouble you can't fool me (F) I see you behind that tree (C) Trouble you can't fool me (G) trying to get the ups on me (C) Trouble you can't fool me (F) I see you behind that tree (C) You want to (F) jump (G) on (C) me Work hard for living, wanted just to get paid But, sure'd be stealing for a year and a day Would like to see a little sunshine, just to guide my way Would like to have a little peace of mind That's why I wanna say you better look out ! Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree You want to jump on me Trouble taught me a lesson I never never will forget Now, he took my love, she ain't paid it back yet I had to find another just to take her place And I sure do love her, I said we're doing ok So look out! Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree You want to jump on me Well, you know, everyday can't be Sunday [That's right!] It's a funny thing, it seem just before daylight is your darkest hour And you know one thing [what's that ?] behind every silver lining, there isn't a dark cloud [And you just ain't got time to go 'round subtracting and adding 'cause you'll just be too late] You know one thing ? [What's that ?] Every time you get around a tree, you better stop and grab a brick [Why ?] Old man trouble... laying and waiting on you That's what I wanna say... aca |
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from Streets Of Fire (스트리트 오브 파이어) [ost] (1984)
I love my baby
Like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy Called me up on the phone Said come on over daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone Said I had me a little And I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door And there's a big ole snake That's crawlin' right across the floor My baby's not afraid to take a chance Drinkin' whiskey starts her thinkin' about romance That's when she wants What I keep in my pants I know she's got a few tricks up her sleeve When she gets hot it's not hard to believe So I told my baby Just what Adam said to Eve Chorus Hold that snake 'till I make it Hold on 'till your daddy gets there Just grab his head and shake it Tell him be ain't goin' nowhere Take it easy but take it But don't let go of that snake Till I make it |
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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 - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
Well, if things could talk then I'm sure you'd hear
A lot of things to make you cry my dear Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] Ain't you glad [Glad] Glad that things don't talk Now, if shoes could tell where they've been When you say you've been visiting a friend Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] He-he-hey, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] But ain't you glad [Glad] Glad that shoes don't talk Now, if doors could tell who's turned the knob When he's away out on his job If cars could tell who's been inside And who's been taking you out for a ride Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] But ain't you glad [Glad] Glad that cars don't talk In a world of trouble I'd be If things ever told on me My whole life would be through 'Cause I'm guilty, how about you ? If things ever talk that way Ain't no telling what they might say Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad] Ain't you glad [Glad] Glad that things don't talk |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
(Bobby & Shirley Womack)
Well, baby used to stay out all night long She made me cry and she did me wrong She had my nose open, that's no lie The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry Because I used to love her, but it's all over now Because I used to love her, but it's all over now She used to run around with every man in town She spent all my money tryying to play that high class game She put me down, it was a pity how I cried The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry Because I used to love her, but it's all over now Because I used to love her, but it's all over now I used to wake up in the morning, get my breakfast in bed Whenever I got worried, she would rub my aching head But now she's here and there, with every man in town Still trying to take me for that same old clown Because I used to love her, but it's all over now Because I used to love her, but it's all over now |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
I know Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Call Him up and tell Him what you want Well, the line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want Wo, that line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want Well, the line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want Keep on calling Him up And tell Him what you want Well, if you want His kingdom Tell Him what you want If you want His kingdom Tell Him what you want If want His kingdom Tell Him what you want Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up You can call Him up and tell Him what you want Well, if you're sick and wanna get well Tell Him what you want Well, if you're sick and you wanna get well Tell Him what you want If you're sick and you wanna get well Tell Him what you want Call Him up and tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out Tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out Tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out Tell Him what you want Call Him up and tell Him what you want I know Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up Call Him up and tell Him what you want |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
Had a friend, Louie Brown, he was a deacon Just as wise as he could be Now I realized he could read the Good Book Back from Revelations down to Genesis You know last Sunday morning we was over to the church My buddy wants to take him a stand And he looks out upon that whole congregation The Good Book in his hand Now he cast his eye about, and then he looks over in the Amen Corner All the sisters commenced to shout [What'd he say ?] He said a married man's a fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him She stick by you all your life the chances is mighty slim Now you read the Good Book, chapter twenty-one: Every married woman got to have a little fun Read on over chapter twenty-two: It's a sin to let that woman make a fool outta you Now you read a little further, chapter twenty-three: She two-time you, brother, like she double-crossed me Read on back, over chapter ten: She shimmy one time, you got the problem again 'Cause a married man's a fool to think that his wife Loves nobody else but him, I mean, loves nobody else but him Well, a married man's a fool to think that his wife Loves nobody else but him She stands by you all your life the chances is mighty and slim Now you read on over twenty-fifth page: Married womens, Lord, is hard to engage Read kinda careful, chapter twenty-six: Back door slamming you got to learn to get it fixed Read on out, chapter twenty-eight: Who's that back slidin' out through the back gate ? I believe I'll close on chapter twenty-nine: Woman get tired of the same man all the time 'Cause a married man's fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce Down below El Paso lies Juarez Mexico is different, like a travel folder says Cross the Rio Grande and you will find An old adobe house Where you leave your past behind One day married, next day free Broken hearts for you and me Takes no time, for you to get A Mexican divorce As I came into this lonely house last night I looked at all my windows but I couldn't find one light I found you on that road to Mexico And now, my love, I beg Please, oh, please, don't go One day married, next day free Broken hearts for you and me It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce Finding love takes so long Walking out must be wrong It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce One day married, next day free Broken hearts for you and me It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Baby, when you marry your railroad man Every day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand Mary and the baby laying in the bed Thinking about the money that I ain't made So tamp 'em up solid so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Captain called the water boy and the water boy laughed Captain kicked the water boy yelling, |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees, There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree. Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule. You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool Mmmm, oh, no, It's not hard for you to understand. True love can be such a sweet harmony If you do the best that you can. If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree, Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be. But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life. Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home. But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone. And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home. But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?" |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
(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 - 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 - 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 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 - Get Rhythm (1987)
(Ry Cooder)
Goin' back down to Okinawa Sorry, baby, but I can't take you You better stay at home in California There's nothing over there that you can do Goin' back down to Okinawa Ain't gonna do me like you've done before They treat me like a king down in Okinawa And I may never come back no more It's just an island floating in the sun Everybody is having so much fun Pretty mamas laying in the sand Sure to know how to treat your man Okinawian baby, won't you come by me ? Sun going down in the China Sea Making love on the beach all night Okinawa moon is shining so bright Folks in Okinawa sure have fun They get together when the working day is done Drinking cheap wine. and making romance While some old man's doing the Okina dance Back in the days of World War II Fought against the Japanese like me and you Everybody's worried ‘bout World War III Okinawa's just the place where I'm gonna be Going back to Okinawa Sorry, but I can't take you Never coming back no more, baby |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
Hey, look here baby, what's going on ? Step over in the light Oh, no! Look here. Your hair is all wrecked, you're full of sweat Your underskirt is wringing wet You come in here walking just like a goose It looks like somebody just tranked you to loose You've been doing something You've been doing something wrong You've been doing something You've been doing something wrong I can tell by the way you smell And there's grandma and grandpa out on the porches Must be kidding 'bout her ninety years Ain't too old, God almighty, just keep shifting them gears Well, you ain't too old, said you ain't too old Ain't too old, doing the boogie, you ain't too old I can tell by the way they smell Well, it's a-run here mama! Just look at little sis' Got her hand in her toodle, way up to her wrist She's doing something wrong, she's doing something wrong She's doing something wrong, God knows she's doing it I can tell by the way she smell Go on and change your clothes! |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] I may never get a break like this in life no more Well, I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] I may never get a break like this in life no more Got money in my pocket I ain't begging for bread Cadillac El Dorado Well, it's gone to my head I got a short time living and a long greasy time to pay (play) dead Ain't doing no favours, ain't asking for none Honey, I got money, I can pay for my fun That's the way I want it, that's the way it must be done [Because] I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] I may never get a break like this in life no more A certain little mama [You ???? for me] Gonna jump and shout [Oh, yeah] When the El Dorado rolls up [ Ah] And I'll come walking out [???] Gonna tell ya pretty baby [Say you like nothing] You don't know what it's all about (I've got) No special woman [No special woman] Want no special friend [No special friend] Want a good time today [Good time today] Tomorrow may be down again [May be down again] Don't dial my number [Oh, Lord] I'll tell you when [I'll tell you when] I wanna ball like I never did ball before [Before, before, before] Really wanna...never did ball before [Before, before, before] I may never get a break like this in life no more |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
(Raymond Quevedo)
How different the ladies of long ago to the modern women that we all know If you observe you are bound to see that sex has changed entirely A long ago their one ambition in life, was to be a mother and a wife Now they go out imitating the males by smoking cigarettes and drinking cocktails Girls used to like to be school teachers, gradually becoming stenographers We next hear of them as lecturers, authors and engineers There is no limit to their ambition, they've even gone in for aviation And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world Play a bridge! Now they say anything that your man can do, they also can achieve too And they've openly boasted to do their part in the literature and art We will next hear of them as candidates for the president of these United States And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world Now you hear on the radio and TV of a great national calamity Story of tragic proportion coming from the White House in Washington The facts in the case are clearly stated the president is being cruely dominated By a international conspiracy that threatens world peace and security |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Borderline (1988)
Johnny Porter was the oldest in his family And I remember he was almost twenty one Y'know I can't quite explain the situation But he broke into his father's truck and stole a gun Mother running down the highway screaming Johnny it's too bad, oh it's too and it's bad And it's too bad Well, his father wonders where he got the money And he wonders if he got it right or wrong Then Johnny killed a man in Pensacola, Florida And he caught a freight train and and took off on the run Well, run, Johnny, run They're rolling right behind you Run, Johnny, run You know they're gonna find you You come out late at night, 'cause you're running for your life Hum, Johnny Porter Johnny Porter Yeah, yeah, yeah Well, it's a shame the way you make your mother worry And it's hurts inside to sit and watch her cry And it will be a long time before she knows the answer But it won't be long before she will see ya die Well, I was standing in my front door early this morning So sad, when I heard my name was said Johnny Porter was no good than anybody But I hate to see him throw his life away Now, run, Johnny, run They're rolling right behind you Run, Johnny, run You know they're gonna find you You come out late at night, 'cause you're running for your life Well, Johnny Porter, Johnny Porter Found him holed up in some dark and dirty building Heard his mother begging, |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(Will Jennings/Nesbert Hooper Jr.)
Three days of snow out in Birmingham Thought you would wonder where I am Called up your number all night long No consolations on the telephone Ran out and caught that midnight flight Thought a little loving would make everything all right But, no! Landlord said, "You'd moved away And left me all your bills to pay" It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon I think you might have made your move too soon, girl Now, look here Left me out here with a Keno card Life in Vegas really ain't so hard Ran it up to about fifty grand Cashed it in and held it in my hand That kinda money gets the word around And makes a lost love come up found I hear you knocking baby at my door You ain't living here no more I tried to tell you before But you made your move too soon Now I'm gonna play! All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing Well, I've been from Texas down to Tokyo Okinawa back to Ohio Never tried to make the news I'm just a man that loves to play the blues Take my guitar everywhere Now, if you people don't like it, I really don't care Crowd jumps up and the band falls down Love to see us rolling into town Because the people know, well, we never make our move too soon Never make your move too soon Ya made your move too soon, girl Ya made your move too soon, baby....babe I think ya made your move too soon Let's hear it for all the chickens that died in the heat wave Two millions chickens, God Almighty In Arkansas, down in Oklahoma, by God Texas, Arizona |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl] Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl] And I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Girls, taking their girls] They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time] They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time] I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind [Mind, change their mind] Some they call me Moe and some they call me Joe But just remember Speedo, he don't never take it slow Now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. EArl] Well, I said it now They often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl] Now I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Taking their girls] They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time] They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time] Now I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind Uuh, honey, here comes that old Mr. Earl again, honey He's so fine! Oh, get on away from here, girl. I ain't going to be bothered with you tonight He can get low down too, can get to be a low down son of a bitch Don't you be holding on to me now, get away! Hello, Mr. Earl! Hey, you look good to me. You too, baby. What's your name ? My name is Mary Lou |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(James Lewis/Jimmy Holiday/Cliff Chambers)
Well, I met a girl from Texas 'bout a year ago Hadn't known her for too long when I had to let her go You see, she had a razor, was ten inches or so And every night you'd hear her knocking at my door She said, "Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back You can have everything that I've got in my shack But if you ever try to leave they'll take your out in sack 'Cause me and my razor will see to that" That's the way the girls are from Texas That's the way the girls are from Texas That's the way the girls are from Texas I thought about my situation, decided not to tarry For my own self preservation I decided we should marry When the preacher started reading 'bout 'till death do us part I told him, "Skip it, we had that understanding right from the start" That's the way the girls are from Texas That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone) That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em alone) Well, we settled down, got me a little old job, '65 Fairlane Ford Every Friday night I would stop in and cash my pay check down at the grocery store They had a little girl worked in there, must have been about seventeen She was the cutest thing I had ever seen It's the same old story and I'm afraid it wasn't too very long Before we had fallen deeply in love and I knew it was wrong I said baby, we got to stop this thing right here Or my woman is gonna cut my throat from ear to ear, that's right In tearful supplication, she looked up in my face I could feel her heart was breaking as these sad words she did say "You should have told me you was married, baby She pulled out a forty-five and let me have it, right smack between the eyes That's the way the girls are from Texas That's the way the girls are from Texas That's the way the girls are from Texas She was guilty, I was dead Now, what'd you think that the old judge said ? "Ah, that's just the way the girls are down here in Texas Case dismissed!" That's the way the girls are from Texas That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone) That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em alone, boy) |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(John Hiatt)
Just a one more kiss He'll have to miss This night with you Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies And feeling sorry when he cries Now that the strings are attached He'll catch on, we've done our part 'Cause this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one We've just begun To hurt him so And with lesson two He'll long for you When lights are low Then we get to lesson three Where he gets down on his knees And begs you to stop at the door Just before he comes apart And this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've layed a trail of tears For him to follow And we've thought of every line That he might swallow And with lesson four There'll be no more For him to bear And on some dark night We'll dim the lights On this affair Then he'll find somebody new And she will hurt him too 'Cause there must be millions just like you and me Practiced in the art This is the way we make a broken heart Oh, this is the way we make a broken heart This is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(E. Young)
If your man has got you on the run why don't you try me ? If you wanna have a little fun, oh baby, why don't you try me ? If you tote more that you can bear, if your troubles been more than your share And if things are not going just right why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Last night while I was trying to sleep I heard a racket from the room next door, hum And that was you and your man havin' a fight Like you've done so many nights before "Woman, I'll turn you every which way but loose" Is what I heard him shout, uh-oh, look out! So I jumped out of the bed and I opened the door Just as you came runnin' out And I hollered: why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? I ain't saying I'm all that you need And I won't tell you, honey, you will be free But all night, well, I will keep trying And when I say I want ya, girl, you know I'm not lyin' You see a good woman out on the streets these days, friends Ah, a bad old man can't be hard to find, no, no Kind of man who'd steal your heart And call true love a crime That's why I keep asking ya, baby Why don't you try me tonight ? Do yourself a favor Why don't you try me ? Regular man ain't treatin' you right Why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? Why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me ? |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(C) Hey, Porter, Hey Porter! Would you tell me the (F) time? (C) How much longer will it be 'til we cross that (G) Mason Dixon Line? (C) At daylight would you tell the engineer to slow it (F) down; Or better still, just stop the train 'cause I (G) wanna look a (C) round. Hey, Porter! Hey Porter! What time did you say ? How much longer will it be 'till I can see the light of day ? When we hit Dixie would ya tell the engineer to ring his bell; And tell everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell. Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter! Please, go on and get my bags for me, I don't need nobody to tell me now that I'm in Tennessee. We're not so far from home, you know, and it's a-getting light outside This old train is a-puffin' smoke and I have to strain in my eyes Hey Porter! Hey Porter! Please open up the door. When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first 'cause I can't wait no more. Tell the engineer I say, |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(A) Well, the landlord rang my frontdoor bell (E) I let it rang for a long, long spell (D) Went to the window, peeped through the blind (E) Asked him to tell me what was on his mind He said, (A) |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(D) On a Monday, I was ar (A) rested On a Tuesday, I was locked up in (D) jail On a Wednesday, my trial was at (A) tested On a Thursday, nobody would go my (D) bail (D) Al (C) most (A) done, I'm almost (E) done, (D) al (C) most (A) done And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no (D) pail Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder Take these chains, these chains from around my legs Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail On Friday, my baby went a-walking On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all It (A) worked on nights and Sundays, it (D) worked each holiday (E) Settled down among us and it never went (A) away The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down The farmer is the man who feeds us all If you only look and see I know you will agree That the farmer is the man who feeds us all (A) The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man He buys on his credit until (E) Fall Then they (A) take him by the hand And they (D) lead him from his land And the (E) merchant is the man who gets it (A) all The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man He lives on his credit until Fall With the interest rates so high It's a wonder he don't die But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all Well, the banker says he's broke and the merchant stops and smoke But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest And they'd know that it's the farmer that feeds them all The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man Lives on his credit until Fall Well, his pants are wearing thin His condition, it's a sin 'Cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(E) I read your letter and (A) tears filled my (E) eyes All of your promises fading, was (B7) nothing but (E) lies So I turned your photograph over, (A) face to the (E) wall And when I (A) dim the (E) lights in my (A) room (E) tonight (B7) Teardrops will (E) fall (E) Teardrops will fall tonight (A) Tears I can't (E) hide Tears that I tried to keep (B7) Deep down inside (E) Tears fall, a love that's gone (A) Beyond re (E) call And when I (A) dim the (E) lights in my (A) room to (E) night (B7) Teardrops will (E) fall I'm gonna pray tonight, baby Hoping you will hear Maybe you'll right the wrong, now And dry each tear I'll sit alone tonight hoping you will call And when I dim the lights in my room tonight Teardrops will fall |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(E) Have you seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ? (A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ? (A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ? I've been hearin' his (B7) name all over the (E) land. Rainy nights down in the engine house, Sleepin' just as still as a mouse, A man came along and he chased us out in the rain. Was that a vigilante man ? Well, I rambled around from town to town, Now, I rambled around from town to town, And they herded us around like a wild herd of cattle. Was that the vigilante man ? Well, why does a vigilante man ? Tell me why does a vigilante man ? Carry that sawed-off shot-gun in his hand ? Would he shoot his brother and sister down ? Have you seen that vigilante man ? Have you seen that vigilante man ? Have you seen that vigilante man ? I've been hearin' his name all over the land. |
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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 - The Slide Area (1988)
From out of nowhere, through a caravan, around the campfire light Came a lovely woman in motion with hair as dark as night Her eyes were like those of a cat in the dark And she hypnotized me with love She was a Gypsy Woman She danced around and 'round to guitar melody From the fire her face was all aglow How she enchanted me How I'd love to hold her near And kiss and forever whisper in her ear I love you Gypsy Woman I want you Gypsy Woman I need you Gypsy Woman Just got to have a Gypsy Woman All through the caravan, she was dancing with all the men Waiting for the rising sun, everyone was having fun I hate to see the lady go, knowing she'll never know That I love her, I love her I love you Gypsy Woman I want you Gypsy Woman I need you Gypsy Woman Just got to have a Gypsy Woman |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(Bob Dylan)
It's been raining in my mouth all day Dripping down to my clothes My patience it is wearing thin Got a fire inside my nose Searching for the truth the way God designed it The truth is I might drown before I find it Well, I need a woman Yes, I do Need a woman Yes, I do Someone who can see me as I am Give the kind of love that don't have to be condemned And I want you to be that woman Every night Be that woman Treat me right I've had my eyes on you, baby For about five long years You probably don't know me at all But I've seen your laughter and I've seen your tears Now you don't frighten me I ain't no defendant And you look like it wouldn't hurt you none To have a man of understanding Well, I need a woman Oh, don't I Need a woman Bring it home safe at last I've seen you standing on the corner Seen you sitting down in the park Been watching you in the sunshine Walking with you in the dark And I want you to be that woman Treat me right Be that woman Every night Well, if you believe in something long enough You just naturally come to think it's true There ain't no wall you can't crossover Ain't no fire you can't walk through Well, believing is all right Just don't let the wrong people know what it's all about They might put the evil eye on you Use their hidden powers to try to turn you out Well, I need a woman Just to be my queen Need a woman Black, white, yellow, brown, blue or green Riding out with me at midnight Like two Spanish desperadoes Gazing down upon the futile world In her Cadillac Eldorado We will penetrate the storm In search of truth that has not been tested But she better bring along her checkbook Just in case we get arrested And I want you to be that woman |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again Tell everybody I'm drinking again Doctor said it'd kill me But he didn't say when Have mercy, I'm drinking again Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again I'd like to dry out but I doubt if I can My baby said she'd quit me but she didn't say when 'Cause I'm drinking again Working two jobs, tryin' to get straight Don't need the money, just want to lose weight Gonna get you all the things that you lack Diamond ring and a red Cadillac Came home drunk and pushed you around Don't you quit me baby, don't you put me down I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I promise this time I came home last night about half past four Whole neighborhood was rocking out on my floor And my baby was working up under the sheet With a teenage boy that lives down the street I grabbed a bottle, he grabbed a gun I heard somebody holler: "Shoot him 'fore he runs" And that's the reason why I'm drinking again Tell everybody I'm drinking again You can't lick 'em and you just can't win Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again Ain't it enough to start you drinking again We got to live in a world full of sin Thank you Jesus for what you have done I'm sick and tired tryin' to be number one Change my suit, change my shirt Change what I dig and get out of the dirt I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I'm going to get back in my gin I'm drinking again |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(Ry Cooder)
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen It was late last Friday evening, when everything was still I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill I got up and I looked outside strainin' my eyes to see And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me I hollered Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen Now, her eyes were blazing up at me Her hair was black as night And her naked skin shone like gold Out in the pale moonlight She took my hand and she pulled me down Where the grass had grown up tall The she moved her body all around Just like a cannon ball Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen Yonder comes your mama, girl, 'cross the field Runnin' and a-shakin' like an automobile Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand They just don't understand The first time I seen that sweet girl She was runnin' home from Sunday school And the next time I seen that sweet little girl Was when she broke her mama's rule But the last time I seen that sweet little girl She was filled with a strange desire Rollin' and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground Her skin burnin' up just like a cane fire She called my name a thousand ways The tears came streaming down her face But just when I was 'bout to blow my stack Her daddy came a-creepin' and a-crawlin' up behind And he shot me in the back |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(Quinton Claunch, Dave Hall & Ry Cooder)
Brand new day, brave new man It's a miracle what love can do All the joys romance can bring Come smiling down on a heart that's true When love is real, you can't turn it around It's like a river running down to the sea This old world turns around for lovers like you It's not the way love turned out for me People in love build a house they can share Takes a long time to get it just right But a fire can start in the kitchen somewhere And burn that little house down over night That flame burning bright in your heart, I believed that You turned it on just for me Another man held that fire, burned our house to the ground That's the way love turned out for me People turn out for the big show Pretty flowers turn out in the spring And the light turns out in the kitchen When somebody pulls on the string But there's no light burning in my kitchen And no doors open up with my key And I ain't got no one to turn to That's the way love turned out for me |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night Tuning in the soul music on the satellite All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about Tuning in the local scene on the radio The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue And he's got a little dance he wants to do He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor It really stops the action, everybody's mystified To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass Now, everybody fall in love He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat You shake your shimmy like I shake mine He's hand held and he's jet propelled Shake it up from sun to sun He's fast and loose, he's full of juice Shake it like an atomic bomb He's got the goose so what's the use That UFO has landed in the ghetto |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen The moon comes up and the sun goes down This old world keeps spinning around Just as sure as the day turns into the night What you do in the dark will turn up in the light Masked man ridin' out across the land Spreading destruction and moving his hand He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip You may be a hater, you may be a lover You bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen Now, you bet your life without a doubt Asking a masked man to leat you out He's got you so tight that you can't even see That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me You won't see it coming You won't feel the blow You won't get no warning You won't never know You can't start it sooner And fix it up later And you ain't going to read about it in the newspaper Rich or poor, mighty and meek Don't need no ticket, you've all got a seat High up on the mountain, low down in the alley We'll all watch the world turn into death valley You may be a hater, you may be a lover You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen Better shake my hand 'cause time is winding up Shake your neighbor's hand 'cause time is winding up You may be a hater, you may be a lover You can bet your life one destroys the other I don't know how it all began, which came first The egg or the hen |
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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 - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
(E) I asked your mother for (B7) you She told me that you was too (E) young I wish dear (E7) Lord never have (A) seen your face And I'm (B7) sorry that you ever been (E) born. (E) Irene good (B7) night, Irene good (E) night Goodnight I (E7) rene, good (A) night Irene I'll (B7) get you in my (E) dreams Sometimes I lives in the country Sometimes I lives in town Sometimes I have a great notion To jump into the river and drown I loves Irene, God knows I do Loves her till the sea runs dry If Irene turns her back on me I'm gonna take morphine and die Stop ramblin' and stop gamblin' Quit staying out late at night Come home into your wife and your family Sit down by the fireside bright Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll get you in my dreams |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
Put your (F) sweet lips a little (B) closer to the (F) phone And let's pretend that we're to (Dm) gether all a (C7) lone I'll tell the (F) man to turn the (F7) jukebox way down (B) low And you can (F) tell your friend there (C7) with you He'll have to (F) go Whisper to me, tell me do you love me too ? Or is he holding you the way I do ? Though love is blind, make up your mind I've got to know Should I hang up or will you tell him He'll have to go ? (F7) You can (B) say the words I wanna hear When you're (F) with some other man (F7) Do you (B) want to answer yes or no Darling, (F) I will under (C7) stand |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
(C) And I went down to a big crap game, 'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback dollar bill. (C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor My (F) buddy's point was (C) nine Well, the (F) police they come in there And (Am) caught all of 'em But (C) I (G) got (C) mine. I got mine, let me tell ya (F) I got (C) mine. I grabbed that money Out the back door (G) I went flying Well, (C) ever since the big crap game I've been (F) livin' on chicken and (C) wine. I'm the (F) leader of so (Am) ciety Since (C) I (G) got (C) mine. I know a barber shop It's a way cross town Down on Norfolk street It's the only place on a Saturday night That us gamblers gets to meet Some comes for a haircut And others come for a scrap And when you see me and my buddies up there, man We means to shoot some crap Hollering: |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
(Charles E. Calhoun)
Well, pick me a town in any clime People like a rockin' time Stay awake both day and night And everybody's feeling good and right Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill Ten room house and-a some barbecue And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat Oodles of butter and something sweet Gallons of coffee to wash it down And bi-carbonated soda by the pound Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls A street that's paved with natural pearl Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks And then open up the doors to Fort Knox Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul Soul, soul, soul Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab... |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
When the night has come, and the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we will see No, I won't be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me So darlin', darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall Or the mountain should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry, no, I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin', darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me *Solo* And darlin', darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall Or the mountain should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry, no, I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin', darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me So darlin', darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me Oh stand by me Whoa stand now, oh stand, stand by me... |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
(C) I just received, sweetheart, your yellow (F) roses You tell me (C) that they (D) mean that we're all (G) through You tell me (C) that tonight your heart is (F) broken But you should (C) know (G) I was never un (C) true I'll (F) place them near your photograph and (C) as the petals fall They'll (G) hide from you my lonely tears that (D) shouldn't fall at (G) all (C) Then they will slowly fade away and (F) die But I still love (C) you though yellow (G) roses say good (C) bye |
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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 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 - 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 - Boomer's Story (1991)
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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 - Boomer's Story (1991)
(Traditional)
Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man What time do your trains roll by ? "At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5" "At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5" Thank you, Mr. Railroad Man I want to watch your trains go by Standing on a platform, smoking a cheap cigar And waiting for an old freight train that carries an empty car Well, I pulled my hat down over my eyes And I walked across the tracks And I caught me the end of an old freight train And I never did come back Well, I sat down in a gamblin' game But I could not play my hand I was thinkin' about the woman I loved Run away with another man, poor boy Run away with another man I was thinking about the woman that I loved Run away with another man |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(Sleepy John Estes)
Late one Friday evening everybody was sad We lost the best president we ever had But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long Rode from town to town holdin' up for our rights Some low down rascal took the President's life But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long Mrs. Kennedy got a mansion on the Island, stayed 9 months, all she'd be She have another mansion, soon as she reach Washington, D.C. But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long Everybody votes, they don't know what's goin' on If Goldwater get it, we won't have no home But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long While horses and cars all in a row I think Mr. Kennedy have a right to this long white robe But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(Traditional)
Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys We'll rally 'round again Shouting the battle cry of Freedom We will rally from the hillside We'll gather from the plain Shouting the battle cry of Freedom The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah Down with the traitor, up with the star While we rally 'round the flag, boys Rally once again Shouting the battle cry of Freedom We will welcome to our numbers The loyal, true and brave Shouting the battle cry of Freedom And although he may be poor Not a man shall be a slave Shouting the battle cry of Freedom So we're springing to the call From the East and from the West Shouting the battle cry of Freedom And we'll prove a loyal crew To the land we love the best Shouting the battle cry of Freedom |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
(Alfred Reed)
(G) - (C) - (G7) - (D) - (D7) - (Am) (G) I remember a time when every (D) thing was (G) cheap Now prices nearly puts a man to (D) sleep (D7) Well, when we (G) get our grocery (G7) bill We (C) feel like making our (Am) will Tell me, (G) how can a poor man (D7) stand such times and (G) live ? Tell me, (G) how can a poor man (D7) stand such times and (G) live ? Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!" Well, all he gives is a humbug pill Dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole Now, we can hardly get our breath Taxed and schooled and preached to death Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
(L. Singer-H.Zaret)
A litle man walked up and down, To find an eating place in town. He read the menu through and through, To see what fifteen cents could do. One meat ball, One meat ball, He could afford but one meat ball. He told the waiter near at hand, The somple dinner he had planned. The guests were startled one and all, To here that waiter loudly call, One meat ball, One meat ball, This here gent wants one meat ball. The little man felt very sad, For one meat ball ia all he had, And in his dreams he hears that call, Ya get no bread with one meat ball. One meat ball, One meat ball, Ya get no bread with one meat ball. |
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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)
