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Truckin', got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love, But most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they got to get goin' Get out of the door and down on the street all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me, you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same. Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, ain't it a shame. Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin': you got to mellow slow. Takes time to pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street. Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, And get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home. |
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If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, beause I'm moanin' low And you know I'm only in it for the gold All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country,Sweet Suzie, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Don't you push me baby, cause I'm moanin' low And I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gotta get up in the morning and go Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time. |
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I can't stay much longer, Melinda
The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get down Gotta get down to, to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't sleep here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down, I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill But keep him happy all the time Some other fella's makin' nothin' at all And you can hear him cry "Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine?" Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day Made any more, I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losin' Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm goin' back again |
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You said you was hurtin', almost lost your mind;
'Cause the man you love, hurts you all the time. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love him a little more, when you ought to love him less. Why pick up behind him and take his best? 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. You love another man; Oh, but I love you But you love him darlin', stick to him just about like glue. But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. Well, he better leave you, or you best put him down. 'Cause you know, I just can't stand to see, see you pushed around. 'Cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too. |
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I had a hard run
Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore |
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Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine Than to be in some big city In a small room with a girl on my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you another man's darling And to know that you'll never be mine So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Then to be home alone knowing that you're gone Would cause me to lose my mind So blow your whistle freight train Take me far on down the track I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back I'm going away I'm leaving today Well I'm going but I ain't coming back |
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Oh, smokestack lightnin', shinin' just like gold
Why can't you hear me cryin'? Ooooo Oh, stop your train, let a hobo ride Why can't you hear me cryin'? Ooooo Oh, fare you well, I never see you no more Why can't you hear me cryin'? Ooooo Oh, stop your train, let a poor boy ride, callin' yes I do Let a poor boy ride, let his foot step on Oh, who've been you baby, since I've been gone |
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Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out of the cold. His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, He gave he gave me a gun. Now and again these things just got to be done. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door." Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in." Ask him for water, he poured me some wine We finished the bottle and broke into mine. You get what you come for, ya ready to go Well, it's one in ten thousand that come for the show. Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well Mama came quick with the water witch spell Well cool clear water well you can't ever tell. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. |
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never learned to read or write so well, But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell. Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack, Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track. The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passin' by would stop and say "My my, but that little country boy can play!" Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode. His mamma told him "Someday you will be a man." You will be the leader of a big old band Many people comin' from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights. |
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All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why? Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by, Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night. Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore. Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind. All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew off, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain. |
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I been balling a shiny black steel jack-hammer,
been chippin' up rocks for the great highway, live five years if I take my time, ballin' that jack and a drinkin' my wine. I been chippin' them rocks from dawn till doom, while my rider hide my bottle in the other room. Doctor say better stop ballin' that jack, if I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will. Easy wind cross the Bayou today cause there's a whole lotta women, mama, out in red on the streets today. And the river keeps a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. Gotta find a woman be good to me, won't hide my liquor try to serve me tea, cause I'm a stone jack baller and my heart is true and I'll give everything that I got to you, yes I will. Easy wind going cross the Bayou today there's a whole lotta women out on the streets in a red today. And the river keep a talkin', but you never heard a word it said. |
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Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wond'rin' what to choose. Goes to show, you don't ever know, Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. I been gamblin' hereabouts for ten good solid years, If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes, I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down. Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Don't you let that deal go down, don't you let that deal go down. |
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Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee. I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story. My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine. More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine. Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them. Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime, The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine. But I'll get back on my feet again someday, The good Lord willin', if He says I may. I know that the life I'm livin's no good, I'll get a new start, live the life I should. I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away. Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said, I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been." I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you." Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around. I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me. |
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Well, I was feelin' so bad, asked my family doctor 'bout what I had,
I said, "Doctor, Doctor, Mister M.D., can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. So come on baby, squeeze me tight Don't you want your daddy to be all right? I said baby, now it's for sure, I've got the fever, you got the cure. He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Because you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') A little good lovin' now baby, good lovin'. Hey, got to have lovin' (good lovin') Well, you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Come on now and give me good lovin' (good lovin'). Well, I was feelin' sort of bad now, Asked my family doctor 'bout what I had, I said, "Doctor, Doctor, mister M.D., Can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" All you need, all you really need: good lovin' Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Everybody got to have lovin' (good lovin') Give me, give me, give me some lovin' (good lovin'). Come on now, everybody get right, (got to have lovin) You may be weak or you may be blind (got to have lovin') But even a blind man knows when the sun is shining (got to have lovin') So turn it on now (got to have lovin') Turn on, turn on your light (got to have lovin'). Gimme, gimme, gimme some lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin' (good lovin') You need it, I need it, well you got to have lovin' (good lovin') Say it again now, good lovin'. Well turn on your light, you won't regret it (good lovin') You got to go for the good and get it (good lovin') Everybody, they got to have lovin' (good lovin') Hey, now you got to have lovin'. |
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Driving that train
High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine Hits River Junction at seventeen to At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again. Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Trouble ahead, oh, Lady in red, Take my advice you'd be better off dead. Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train High on cocaine, Casey Jones you better watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Drive your train! Trouble with you is the trouble with me Got two good eyes but you still don't see Come round the bend, you know it's the end The fireman screams and the engine just gleams Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Driving that train High on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind And you know that notion just crossed my mind |
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