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Delia
Oh, Delia Delia all my life If I hadn't have shot poor Delia I'd have had her for my wife Delia's gone One more round Delia's gone I went up to Memphis And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor And I tied her to her chair Delia's gone One more round Delia's gone She was low down and trifling And she was cold and mean Kind of evil Make me want to grab my submachine Delia's gone One more round Delia's gone First time I shot her I shot her in the side Hard to watch her suffer But with the second shot she died Delia's gone One more round Delia's gone But jailer Oh, jailer Jailer, I can't sleep 'Cause all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia's feet Delia's gone One more round Delia's gone So if your woman's devilish You can let her run Or you can bring her down and do her Like Delia got done Delia's gone One more round Delia's gone |
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I don't want no aggravation
When my train has left the station If you're there or not, I may not even know Have a round and remember Things we did that weren't so tender Let the train blow the whistle when I go On my guitar sell tickets So someone can finally pick it And tell the girls down at the Ritz I said hello Tell the gossipers and liars I will see them in the fire Let the train blow the whistle when I go Let her blow, let her blow Long and loud and hard and happy Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow You'll be left without excuses For the evils and abuses Down to today from years and years ago And have yourself another toke From my basket full of smoke And let the train blow the whistle when I go Let her blow, let her blow Long and loud and hard and happy Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow |
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| 2:46 |
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The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars
Restless by day And by night rants and rages at the stars God help the beast in me The beast in me Has had to learn to live with pain And how to shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me Sometimes it tries to kid me That it's just a teddy bear And even somehow manage to vanish in the air And that is when I must beware Of the beast in me that everybody knows They've seen him out dressed in my clothes Patently unclear If it's New York or New Year God help the beast in me The beast in me |
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| 2:24 |
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I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam He said is my country just a little off track Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back But, it's better than not coming back at all Many a good man I saw fall And even now, every time I dream I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream Drive on, it don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' Drive on I remember one night, Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16's on rock and roll But, with all that fire, was scared and cold We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead, but by God's grace Drive on, it don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' Drive on It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home, but Tex did not And I can't talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walk And I got a little tremolo when I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam "You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam" Drive on, it don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, it don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' Drive on. |
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| 2:21 |
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Why me, Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the blessings I've known Why me, Lord, what did I ever do That was worth love from you And the kindness you've shown Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it so Help me, Jesus, I know what I am Now that I know that I've need you so Help me, Jesus, my soul's in your hand Try me, Lord, if you think there's a way That I can repay what I've taken from you Maybe, Lord, I could show someone else What I've been through myself on my way back to you Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it so Help me, Jesus, I know what I am Now that I know that I've need you so Help me, Jesus, my soul's in your hand Jesus, my soul's in your hand |
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| 2:30 |
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Bad luck wind been blowing at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken reach from here to hell Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young They just gave me the number when I was young |
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| 3:53 |
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[Recitation:] Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That you've made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I won't ask a life that's soft or high Let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be square and generous with all I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But never let them say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things that gall or fret Well, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all that's done or said And right me
sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie. |
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Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight in some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee And if I have been unkind I hope that you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Like a baby stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out to me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I'll make it all up to you I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch He called out to me "Don't ask for so much " And a young woman leaning on her darkened door She cried out to me "Why not ask for more" Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free |
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| 2:55 |
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Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive I never would have made it through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been a-riding on the Tennessee Stud I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa One of her brothers was a bad outlaw I wrote a letter to my Uncle Thud And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud The Tennessee Stud was long and lean The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve and he had the blood And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud One day I was ridin' in a beautiful land and run smack into an Indian band They jumped their nags with a hoop and a yell A I rode away like a bat outta hell I circled their camp for a time or two just to show what the Tennessee stud could do Them redskin boys couldn't get my blood Cuz I was aridin' on the Tennessee Stud refrain Rode on down into no man's land I crossed the river called the Rio Grande I raced my horse with the Spaniards bold 'Til I got me a skinful of silver and gold Me and a gambler, we couldn't agree We got in a fight over Tennessee We jerked our guns, he fell with a thud And I got away on the Tennessee Stud The Tennessee Stud was long and lean The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve and he had the blood And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud I rode on back across Arkansas And I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa I found that girl with the golden hair And she was a-riding on a Tennessee Mare Stirrup to stirrup and side by sie We crossed the plains andthe valleys wide Come to Big Muddy and the foot of the flood on the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee Stud Pretty little baby on the cabin floor And a little horse colt playing 'round the door I love the girl with the golden hair And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare. The Tennessee Stud was long and lean The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve and he had the blood And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud |
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From the hands it came down
From the side it came down From the feet it came down And ran to the ground Between heaven and hell A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew The tree of life grew And the blood gave life To the branches of the tree And the blood was the price That set the captives free And the numbers that came Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree And were redeemed by the blood From the tree streamed a light That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine On whose fruit I could dine My old friend Lucifer came Fought to keep me in chains But I saw through the tricks Of six-sixty-six And the blood gave life To the branches of the tree And the blood was the price That set the captives free And the numbers that came Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree And were redeemed by the blood From his hands it came down From his side it came down From his feet it came down And ran to the ground And a small inner voice Said "You do have a choice." The vine engrafted me And I clung to the tree |
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| 2:50 |
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With the twilight colors falling
And the evening laying shadows Hidden memories come stealing from my mind As I feel my own heart beating out The simple joy of living I wonder how I ever was that kind But the wild road I was rambling Was always out there calling You said a hundred times I should have died Then you came down and touched me And lifted me up with you So I believe that it was a road I was meant to ride I'm like a soldier getting over the war Like a young man getting over his crazy days Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways I don't have to do that anymore I'm like a soldier getting over the war Nights and days that arn't remembered And there's pain that's been forgotten And other things I choose not to recall There are faces that come to me That I thought were long forgotten Faces that I wish would not come back at all But in my dreams parade of lovers From the other times and places There's not one that matters now, no matter who I'm just thankful for the journey And that I've survived the battles And that my reward for victory is you I'm like a soldier getting over the war Like a young man getting over his crazy days Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways I don't have to do that anymore I'm like a soldier getting over the war |
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| 5:01 |
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There once was a man who just couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years Napalmed babies and the movie love story For instance could not produce tears As a child he had cried as all children will Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan Things got bad, but he couldn't cry His dog was run over, his wife up and left him And after that he got sacked from his job Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, his movie was panned And his big Broadway show was a flop He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail Oh, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered And made to make license plates Water and bread was all he was fed But not once did a tear stain his face Doctors were called in, scientists, too Theologians were last and practically least They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff But in fact an insensitive beast He was removed from jail and placed in a place For the insensitive and the insane He played lots of chess and made lots of friends And he wept every time it would rain Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried On the forty-first day, he passed away He just dehydrated and died Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog Not only that, but he rejoined his arm Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back Cancer robbed the whore of her charm His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke The theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down The earth suffered perpetual drought |
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