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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs Oh, and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their rendezvous They signed a treaty and our homes were taken Loved ones forsaken They didn't give a damn Try'n' to raise a family End up the enemy Over what went down on the plains of Abraham Acadian driftwood Gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride Oh, what a way to go Then some returned to the motherland The high command had them cast away And some stayed on to finish what they started They never parted They're just built that way We had kin livin' south of the border They're a little older and they've been around They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better So pull up your stakes, children and come on down Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishing, too much repetition Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known Sailed out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre Nothin' to declare All we had was gone Broke down along the coast But what hurt the most When the people there said "You better keep movin' on" Everlasting summer filled with ill-content This government had us walkin' in chains This isn't my turf This ain't my season Can't think of one good reason to remain We worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans It was ever green up until the floods You could call it an omen Points ya where you're goin' Set my compass north I got winter in my blood Acadian driftwood Gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride Ah, what a way to go |
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from The Band - Northern Lights, Southern Cross (2006)
The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs Oh, and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their rendezvous They signed a treaty and our homes were taken Loved ones forsaken They didn't give a damn Try'n' to raise a family End up the enemy Over what went down on the plains of Abraham Acadian driftwood Gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride Oh, what a way to go Then some returned to the motherland The high command had them cast away And some stayed on to finish what they started They never parted They're just built that way We had kin livin' south of the border They're a little older and they've been around They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better So pull up your stakes, children and come on down Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishing, too much repetition Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known Sailed out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre Nothin' to declare All we had was gone Broke down along the coast But what hurt the most When the people there said "You better keep movin' on" Everlasting summer filled with ill-content This government had us walkin' in chains This isn't my turf This ain't my season Can't think of one good reason to remain We worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans It was ever green up until the floods You could call it an omen Points ya where you're goin' Set my compass north I got winter in my blood Acadian driftwood Gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin' in What a way to ride Ah, what a way to go |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Standin' by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl, Try and understand your man the best you can Across the Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side I had a goal in my younger days I nearly wrote my will But I changed my mind for the better I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill Across the Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side Pinball machine and a queen I nearly took the bus Tried to keep my hands to myself They say it's a must, but who can ya trust? Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky A weary sign for all I'm gonna leave this one horse town Had to stall 'til the fall, now I'm gonna crawl Across the Great Divide Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear Your time will surely come You'll feed your man chicken ev'ry Sunday Now tell me, hon, what ya done with the gun? Across the Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing And now again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do There's so much time has gone right on by I didn't think one could be so wrong And then one night I was drinkin' and a-thinkin' In the bottom of the glass I could see Bessie's face so strong I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do When she sees me will she know what I've been through? Will old times start to feelin' like new? When I get there will our love still feel so true? Yet all I have, I'll be a-bringin' it to you Oh Bessie, sing them old-time blues |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat
Down there Old man down is baitin' a hook On there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling brook Oh yeah! Now, he's underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! That's underneath that tree There's gonna be just you and me Underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! I push him back and I stand in line Oh yeah! Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line Oh yeah! Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line I get on board in two-eyed time Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Underneath that tree There's just gonna be you and me Underneath that apple suckling tree Oh yeah! Now, who's on the table. who's to tell me? Oh yeah! Who's on the table, who's to tell me? Oh yeah! Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell? The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell Oh underneath that old apple suckling tree |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
We'd like to bring on one more very good friend of ours
[Pause] Bob Dylan [Applause] Baby let me follow ya down, Baby let me follow ya down, Well I'd do anything in this God almighty world, If you just let me follow ya down. Can I come home with you, Baby can I come home with you? I'll do anything in this God almighty world, If you just let me come home with you. I'll buy you a diamond ring, I'll buy you a wedding gown, Well I'd do anything in this God almighty world, If you just let me follow ya down. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
We'd like to bring on one more very good friend of ours
[Pause] Bob Dylan [Applause] Baby let me follow ya down, Baby let me follow ya down, Well I'd do anything in this God almighty world, If you just let me follow ya down. Can I come home with you, Baby can I come home with you? I'll do anything in this God almighty world, If you just let me come home with you. I'll buy you a diamond ring, I'll buy you a wedding gown, Well I'd do anything in this God almighty world, If you just let me follow ya down. |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
If I never saw you
You'd still live in my dreams Calling out from stages And music magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of matches But broken out of stone ?Taken from the fire of your fiddle Words of unspoken, blinding truth If I couldn't see it, I was lost in my youth But I'm going back to Memphis - after you. ?If I could have seen you With blood on your bones Poison in your fingers But music in your soul ?You could have been my lover Taught me everything I know But now we are your children Your flowers in the snow ?But all you ever wanted was to see the heart of the city, oh And all you ever got was hand to mouth So I know you'll be walking for a long, long time Cause you're going back to Memphis - heading South. ?Brothers till the night came And whispered in the pines Tempting me with secrets To play a game with time ?Now I feel you in the walls And I know you're in the air And it's just like I can touch you You're living everywhere ?But all you ever wanted was to be in the heart of the city, oh And all you ever got was handed out So I know we'll be walking for a long, long time Cause we're going back to Memphis - heading South Going back to Memphis - heading South. ? |
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from The Band - Cahoots(Remastered) (1971)
(intro) C F F#dim C Am D7 F C F
[C]Bessie was [C/G#)more than [Am]just a [D7]friend of mine [F] [G] [C]We shared the [E]good times with the [Am]bad [D7] [F] [C]Now [C/G#]many a [Am]year has [D7]passed me by [F] [G] [C]I still re[E]call the best [Am]thing I ever had [F] [G] [C]I'm just goin' down the road t' see [F]Bessie [C]Oh, See her soon [G] (riff) [C]Goin' down the road t' see [F]Bessie [F#dim]Smith When I [C]get [Am]there I [D7]wonder [F]what she'll do [C] [F] Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, See her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing And now again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, See her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do There's so much time has gone right on by I didn't think one could be so wrong And then one night I was drinkin' and a-thinkin' In the bottom of the glass I could see Bessie's face so strong I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, See her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I wonder what she'll do When she sees me will she know what I've been through? Will old times start to feelin' like new? When I get there will our love still feel so true? Yet all I have, I'll be a-bringin' it to you Oh Bessie, sing them old-time blues |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
(r. danko and j.r. robertson)
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever had I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do Now all the crazy things I had to try Well I tried them all and then some But if you're lucky one day you find out Where it is you're really comin' from I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon Goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith When I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do Now in my day I've made some foolish moves But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing Now and again I still wonder to myself Was it her sweet love or the way that she could sing 'Cause now I'm goin' down the road t' see Bessie Oh, see her soon I'm just goin' down the road t' see Bessie Smith And when I get there I'm wonderin' what she'll do |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
She reads the leaves and she leads the life That she learned so well from the old wives It's so strange to arrange it, you know I wouldn't change it But hear me if you're near me, can I just rearrange it? The watchman covers me With his remedy I can't see and it's hard to feel I think his magic might be real I can't get to you from your garden gate You know it's always locked by the magistrate Now, he don't care why you cry, he thinks it's just a lie To get out, I don't doubt that you'd make a try If the good times get you through I know the dogs won't bother you We'll be gone in moonshine time I've got a place they'll never find You know I do believe in your hexagram But can you tell me how they all knew the plan? Did you trip or slip on their gifts you know were just a con? You knew it, why'd you do it? I've been hiding in the dawn Now I must be on my way I guess you really have to stay Inside the mission walls Down in Modark, Arkansas |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
She reads the leaves and she leads the life
That she learned so well from the old wives It's so strange to arrange it, you know I wouldn't change it But hear me if you're near me, can I just rearrange it? The watchman covers me With his remedy I can't see and it's hard to feel I think his magic might be real I can't get to you from your garden gate You know it's always locked by the magistrate Now he don't care why you cry, he thinks it's just a lie To get out, I don't doubt that you'd make a try If the good times get you through I know the dogs won't bother you We'll be gone in moonshine time I've got a place they'll never find You know I do believe in your hexagram But can you tell me how they all knew the plan? Did you trip or slip on their gifts, you know we're just a con? You knew it, why'd you do it, I've been hiding in the dark Now I must be on my way I guess you really have to stay Inside the mission wall Down in Modock, Arkansas |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Morrison
And the caravan is on it's way I can hear the merry gypsies play Mama mama look at emma rose She's a-playin with the radio La, la, la, la... And the caravan has all my friends It will stay with me until the end Gypsy robin, sweet emma rose Tell me everything I need to know La, la, la... Turn up your radio and let me hear the song Switch on your electric light Then we can get down to what is really wrong I long to hold you tight so I can feel you Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher radio Turn it up, turn it up, so you know, radio La, la, la, la... And the caravan is painted red and white That means ev'rybody's staying overnight Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play And a woman tells us of her ways La, la, la, la... Turn up your radio and let me hear the song Switch on your electric light Then we can get down to what is really wrong I long to hold you tight so I can feel you Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio Turn it up, that's enough, so you know it's got soul Radio, radio turn it up, hum La, la, la, la... |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
I know she's a tracker Any style that would back her They say she's a chooser But I just can't refuse her She was just there, but then she can't be here no more And as my mind unwheels I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives She's been down in the dunes And she's dealt with the goons Now she drinks from a bitter cup I'm trying to get her to give it up She was just here, I fear she can't be there no more And as my mind unwheels I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives It's long, long when she's gone I get weary holding on Now I'm coldly fading fast I don't think I'm gonna last very much longer Well, she don't always win Try again and again But like a viper in shock With her eyes on the clock She was just there somewhere, and here I am again And as my mind unwheels I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
I know she's a tracker, any scarlet would back her
They say she's a chooser, but I just can't refuse her She was just there, but then she can't be here no more And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives She's been down in the dunes and she's dealt with the goons Now she drinks from the bitter cup, I'm trying to get her to give it up She was just here, I fear she can't be here no more And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives It's long, long when she's gone, I get weary holding on Now I'm coldly fading fast, I don't think I'm gonna last Very much longer "She's stoned" said the Swede, and the moon calf agreed I'm like a viper in shock with my eyes in the clock She was just there somewhere and here I am again And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
I know she's a tracker, any scarlet would back her
They say she's a chooser, but I just can't refuse her She was just there, but then she can't be here no more And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives She's been down in the dunes and she's dealt with the goons Now she drinks from the bitter cup, I'm trying to get her to give it up She was just here, I fear she can't be here no more And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives It's long, long when she's gone, I get weary holding on Now I'm coldly fading fast, I don't think I'm gonna last Very much longer "She's stoned" said the Swede, and the moon calf agreed I'm like a viper in shock with my eyes in the clock She was just there somewhere and here I am again And as my mind unweaves, I feel the freeze down in my knees But just before she leaves, she receives |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
Come down to the manger, see the little stranger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the prince of peace Wheels start turning, torches start burning And the old wise men journey from the East How a little baby boy bring the people so much joy Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light This must be Christmas, must be tonight A shepherd on a hillside, where over my flock I bide Oh a cold winter night a band of angels sing In a dream I heard a voice saying "fear not, come rejoice It's the end of the beginning, praise the new born king" I saw it with my own eyes, written up in the skies But why a simple herdsmen such as I And then it came to pass, he was born at last Right below the star that shines on high |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
After a while we took in the clothes,
Nobody said very much. Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch. Mama come in and picked up a book An' Papa asked her what it was. Someone else asked, "What do you care?" Papa said, "Well, just because." Then they started to take back their clothes, Hang 'em on the line. It was January the thirtieth And everybody was feelin' fine. The next day everybody got up Seein' if the clothes were dry. The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed, Mama, of course, she said, "Hi!" "Have you heard the news?" he said, with a grin, "The Vice-President's gone mad!" "Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night." "Hmm, say, that's too bad!" "Well, there's nothin' we can do about it," said the neighbor, "It's just somethin' we're gonna have to forget." "Yes, I guess so," said Ma, Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet. I reached up, touched my shirt, And the neighbor said, "Are those clothes yours?" I said, "Some of 'em, not all of 'em." He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores?" I said, "Sometime, not all the time." Then my neighbor, he blew his nose Just as papa yelled outside, "Mama wants you t' come back in the house and bring them clothes." Well, I just do what I'm told, So, I did it, of course. I went back in the house and Mama met me And then I shut all the doors. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You're not a hit and run driver no no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we pulled into some road house lights Where a local band was playing Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor And the next thing I know That coyote's at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take no He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way? You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway I looked a coyote right in the face On the road to Baljennie near my old home town He went running through the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down And a hawk was playing with him Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes He had those same eyes just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play No regrets Coyote I just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitresses' legs He's too far from the Bay of Funday From appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clear Either he's going to have to stand and fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame You put here in this Eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free free way |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Crash on the levee, mama
Water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise No boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet You can rock this joint But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Now, don't you try an' move me You're just gonna lose There's a crash on the levee And mama, you've been refused Well, it's sugar for sugar And salt for salt If you go down in the flood It's gonna be your own fault Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Well, that high tide's risin' Mama, don't you let me down Pack up your suitcase Mama, don't you make a sound Now, it's king for king Queen for queen It's gonna be the meanest flood That anybody's seen Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
Daniel, Daniel and the sacred harp
Dancing through the clover Daniel, Daniel would you mind If I look it over I heard of this famous harp years ago back in my home town But I sure never thought old Daniel be the one to come and bring it around Tell me Daniel how the harp came into your posession Are you one of the chosen few who will march in the the procession? And Daniel said The sacred harp was handed down, from father unto son And me not being related, I could never be the one So I saved up all my silver, and took it to a man Who said he could deliver the harp, straight into my hand Three years I waited patiently 'Till he returned with the harp from the sea of Galilee He said there is one more thing I must ask But not of personal greed But I wouldn't listen I just grabbed the harp And said take what you may need Now Daniel looked quite satisfied, and the harp it seemed to glow But the price that Daniel had really paid, he did not even know Back to his brother he took his troubled mind And he said dear brother I'm in a bind But the brother would not hear his tale He said Old Daniel's gonna land in jail So to his father Daniel did run And he said oh father what have I done His father said son you've given in, you know you won your harp But you lost in sin. Then Daniel took the harp and went high on the hill And he blew across the meadow like a whippoorwhill He played out his heart just the time to pass But as he looked to the ground, he noticed no shadow did he cast |
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from The Band - Cahoots(Remastered) (1971)
Baby don't you do it, don't do it
Don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart A sacrifice would make you happy if nothing for myself Now you wanna leave me for the love of someone else My pride is all gone whether I'm right or wrong I need you baby to keep on keepin' on You know I'm trying to my best Oh i'm trying to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart My biggest mistake was loving you too much and letting you know Now you got me where you want me and you won't let me go If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me While I've been trying to do my best Well I've tried to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart Go down to the river and there I be I'm gonna jump in girl, but you don't care bout me Open up your eyes Can't ya see I love ya? Open up you heart, girl Can't ya see I need ya? Oh baby don't do it, do it, do it Don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it don't you break my heart My biggest mistake was loving you too much and letting you know Now you got me where you want me and you won't let me go If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me While I've been trying to do my best You know I've tried to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Baby don't you do it, don't do it
Don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart A sacrifice would make you happy if nothing for myself Now you wanna leave me for the love of someone else My pride is all gone whether I'm right or wrong I need you baby to keep on keepin' on You know I'm trying to my best Oh i'm trying to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart My biggest mistake was loving you too much and letting you know Now you got me where you want me and you won't let me go If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me While I've been trying to do my best Well I've tried to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart Go down to the river and there I be I'm gonna jump in girl, but you don't care bout me Open up your eyes Can't ya see I love ya? Open up you heart, girl Can't ya see I need ya? Oh baby don't do it, do it, do it Don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it don't you break my heart My biggest mistake was loving you too much and letting you know Now you got me where you want me and you won't let me go If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me While I've been trying to do my best You know I've tried to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
Baby don't you do it, don't do it
Don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart A sacrifice would make you happy if nothing for myself Now you wanna leave me for the love of someone else My pride is all gone whether I'm right or wrong I need you baby to keep on keepin' on You know I'm trying to my best Oh i'm trying to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart My biggest mistake was loving you too much and letting you know Now you got me where you want me and you won't let me go If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me While I've been trying to do my best Well I've tried to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart Go down to the river and there I be I'm gonna jump in girl, but you don't care bout me Open up your eyes Can't ya see I love ya? Open up you heart, girl Can't ya see I need ya? Oh baby don't do it, do it, do it Don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it don't you break my heart My biggest mistake was loving you too much and letting you know Now you got me where you want me and you won't let me go If my heart was made of glass well then you'd surely see How much heartache and misery, girl, you've been causing me While I've been trying to do my best You know I've tried to do my best Don't do it, don't you break my heart Pleeeeease don't do it, don't you break my heart |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Don't ya tell Henry,
Apple's got your fly. I went down to the river on a Saturday morn, A-lookin' around just to see who's born. I found a little chicken down on his knees, I went up and yelled to him,"Please, please, please!" He said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." I went down to the corner at a-half past ten, I's lookin' around, I wouldn't say when. I looked down low, I looked above, And who did I see but the one I love. She said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve, A-lookin' around just to see myself. I spotted a horse and a donkey, too, I looked for a cow and I saw me a few. They said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night, A-lookin' around, it was outa sight. I looked high and low for that big ol' tree, I did go upstairs but I didn't see nobody but me. I said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly. I went down to the river on a Saturday morn, A-lookin' around just to see who's born. I found a little chicken down on his knees, I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!" He said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." I went down to the corner at a-half past ten, I's lookin' around, I wouldn't say when. I looked down low, I looked above, And who did I see but the one I love. She said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve, A-lookin' around just to see myself. I spotted a horse and a donkey, too, I looked for a cow and I saw me a few. They said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night, A-lookin' around, it was outa sight. I looked high and low for that big ol' tree, I did go upstairs but I didn't see nobody but me. I said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Crash on the levee, mama,
Water's gonna overflow, Swamp's gonna rise, No boat's gonna row. Now, you can train on down To Williams Point, You can bust your feet, You can rock this joint. But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Now, don't you try an' move me, You're just gonna lose. There's a crash on the levee And, mama, you've been refused. Well, it's sugar for sugar And salt for salt, If you go down in the flood, It's gonna be your own fault. Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. Well, that high tide's risin', Mama, don't you let me down. Pack up your suitcase, Mama, don't you make a sound. Now, it's king for king, Queen for queen, It's gonna be the meanest flood That anybody's seen. Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Robertson: We're gonna bring out another friend of ours now
To do this tune with Mac; Bobby Charles Great, great, great song writer, Bobby Charles Robertson: He wrote “See Ya Later Alligator” Down south in New Orleans, The prettiest girls I've ever seen. Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet, we make love to the Rumba beat. Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed, Got a one way ticket, ain't comin' back. Life's a pleasure, and love's a dream, Down south in New Orleans. My dark eyed baby, I'm on my way, Back into your arms to stay. I'm tired of work, I wanna play. I'll make sweet love to you night and day. Down south in New Orleans, The prettiest girls I've ever seen. Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet, we make love to the Rumba beat. Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed, I got a one way ticket, ain't comin' back. Life's a pleasure, love's a dream, Down south in New Orleans. I want to get too loose, on Toulose Street, I wanna kiss all the Creole girls I see. Drink all day, dance all night. Do it wrong, 'til I do it right. Down south in New Orleans, The prettiest girls I've ever seen. Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet, we make love to the Rumba beat. Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed, Got a one way ticket, ain't comin' back. Life's a pleasure, love's a dream, Down south in New Orleans. Robertson: Mac Rebennack and Bobby Charles. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Dry your eyes, take your song out
It's a newborn afternoon And if you can't recall the singer, can you still recall the tune? Dry your eyes, play it slowly, just like you're marching off to war Sing it like you always wanted, like you sung it once before And from the center of the circle, to the big waiting crowd If it ever is forgotten, sing it long and sing it loud And come dry your eyes And you taught us more about living, than we ever cared to know And we came to learn a secret, and we never let it go And it was more than being holy, it was less than being free And if you can't recall the reason, can you hear the people see Right through the lightening and the thunder, to the dark side of the moon Through that distant falling angel, that descended much too soon Come dry your eyes Dry your eyes, take your song out It's a newborn afternoon And if you can't recall the singer, you can still recall the tune Come dry your eyes Come dry your eyes Dry your eyes |
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from The Band - Cahoots(Remastered) (1971)
G D
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, A E Never let it slip away. G D A Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. D D/C# Bm Bm/A E A When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat D D/C# Bm Bm/A Or on a frozen, rotted road E With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. (Chorus:) A G D A You're gonna walk that endless highway, D E A Walk that high-way till you die. G D A All you children goin' my way, D E A Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye. When I see a detour up ahead, Well, I leave it far behind, Who knows what you're apt to find there. With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin', Well it look like t'me this time I wont be buyin' (Chorus) When they get a scapegoat by the throat, it's hard labour and cold beans. If ya get away real quick, You'll be eatin from the poison peanut machine. Well, I sing by night, wander by day. I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay. (Chorus) |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
G D
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, A E Never let it slip away. G D A Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. D D/C# Bm Bm/A E A When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat D D/C# Bm Bm/A Or on a frozen, rotted road E With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. (Chorus:) A G D A You're gonna walk that endless highway, D E A Walk that high-way till you die. G D A All you children goin' my way, D E A Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye. When I see a detour up ahead, Well, I leave it far behind, Who knows what you're apt to find there. With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin', Well it look like t'me this time I wont be buyin' (Chorus) When they get a scapegoat by the throat, it's hard labour and cold beans. If ya get away real quick, You'll be eatin from the poison peanut machine. Well, I sing by night, wander by day. I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay. (Chorus) |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Ferdinand standing in the tower thinkin how to get the power
Empress knows that it would cost her For Ferdinand The Imposter Came to me to make a deal, Dressed like General Butterfield. Couldn't wait to thank him for the stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor But its just his game And he carries no shame Still, he done nobody wrong He knew he didn't belong But he went along Looking to see if there's somebody else he'd like to be Benny the Barber, Luke and me, Passed out tickets cautiously, To see the burning of the soup, Down at Lucy's chicken coop. Then of course Ferdinand, Started out doing Charlie Chan. That last atlas honkey's fall, He says he's gonna do them all. A voice just said he's not for real, But its just his game, And he carries no shame. Still he done nobody wrong, He knew he didn't belong, But he went along. Lookin' to see if there's somebody, Else he'd like to be. Oh its hard, oh, don't you know To be somebody that you dont even know But he's friendly, yes he's kind I can't help wonderin why they'd want to change his mind Got a message in the mail, Ferdinand was thrown in jail. I left the snow with Abigail, Went on down to fix his bail. They had him locked in a gunny sack, His hands were tied behind his back. He claimed he was a Doukhobor But they never heard of that in Baltimore. The police said he'd better go home, And he went back alone, Back to the snow. Still he done nobody wrong, He knew he didn't belong, But he went along. Lookin' to see if there's somebody, Else he'd like to be, Mainly free. |
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from The Band - Northern Lights, Southern Cross (2006)
High and lonesome out on Times Square
Haven't got a dime, ain't got a prayer Deliver us, Lord, from this golden calf People only want what they cannot have Forbidden fruit That's the fruit that you'd better not taste Forbidden fruit You've got one life that you'd better not waste How can I walk with this ball and chain? How can I land in this hurricane? Or is this part of man's evolution To be torn between truth and illusion? Forbidden fruit That's the route that you'd better not take Forbidden fruit Just watch out for the sign of the snake Little brother got caught in the web He ran off to join the living dead Been through the mill, seen the cross on the hill He sold his soul just for a thrill Forbidden fruit In hot pursuit out on a limb Forbidden fruit Your whole world is closing in You got the picture but missed the drift You got me workin' the graveyard shift I never went in for no burglary But there's a stranger inside of me Forbidden fruit Don't you shoot the whole works away Forbidden fruit It's too high of a price to pay How can you hear with a bad connection? You can't see when there's no reception Keep your distance, don't fool with taboo 'Cause it'll overtake and undertake you Forbidden fruit That's the fruit that you'd better not taste Forbidden fruit You've got one life that you'd better not waste |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. May you grow up to be righteous, May you grow up to be true, May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright and be strong, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. May your hands always be busy, May your feet always be swift, May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Further on up the road someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me. Further on up the road, baby, just you wait and see. You gotta reap just what you sow; that old saying is true. You gotta reap just what you sow; that old saying is true. Just like you mistreat someone, someone's gonna mistreat you. Further on up the road someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me. Further on up the road someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me. Further on up the road, baby, just you wait and see. You been laughing, pretty baby, someday you're gonna be crying. You been laughing, pretty baby, someday you're gonna be crying. Further on up the road you'll find out I wasn't lying. |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
(Chorus:)
Get Up, Jake, it's late in the mornin' the rain is pourin' and we got work to do. Get Up, Jake, there's no need a-lyin', You tell me that you're dyin', but I know it's not true. Now, me and Jake, we work down on the river, on the ferry "Baltimore". And when Jake don't rise up in the mornin', People lined up all along the shore. (Chorus) Crap game will take you to the cleaners, Rye whiskey to the grave. River Woman don't you come no closer, 'Cause me and Jake got no time to save, Oh, oh, (Chorus) Dirty Dan he came up from Savannah, Carried a mean streak in his eye. Now, him and Jake both wanted Annabella, I guess one man here has got to die. Get Up, Jake, it's late in the mornin' the rain is pourin' and we got work to do. Get Up, Jake, there's no need a-dyin', Annabelle's cryin' and it's all for you. |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
(Chorus:)
A Bm Get Up, Jake, it's late in the mornin' D A the rain is pourin' and we got work to do. Bm Get Up, Jake, there's no need a-lyin', D A You tell me that you're dyin', but I know it's not true. A G D A Now, me and Jake, we work down on the river, G D A on the ferry "Baltimore". G D A And when Jake don't rise up in the mornin', G D A People lined up all along the shore. (Chorus) Crap game will take you to the cleaners, Rye whiskey to the grave. River Woman don't you come no closer, 'Cause me and Jake got no time to save, Oh, oh, (Chorus) Dirty Dan he came up from Savannah, Carried a mean streak in his eye. Now, him and Jake both wanted Annabella, I guess one man here has got to die. Get Up, Jake, it's late in the mornin' the rain is pourin' and we got work to do. Get Up, Jake, there's no need a-dyin', Annabelle's cryin' and it's all for you. |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
I'm going down to Rose Marie's
She never does me wrong. She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song. It's a wicked life but what the hell The stars ain't falling down. I'm standing outside the Taj Mahal I don't see no one around. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run. Goin' down to see fat gut Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. Now, whenever I get up And I ain't got what I see I just make it down to Rose Marie's 'Bout a quarter after three. There are worse ways of getting there And I ain't complainin' none. If the clouds don't drop and the train don't stop I'm bound to meet the sun. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run. Goin' down to see some girl Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. Now, if someone offers me a joke I just say no thanks. I try to tell it like it is And keep away from pranks. Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down I just go pump on it some. Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places And just set there waitin' for me to come. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run. Goin' down to see some girl Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Robertson: Everybody knows him; you know this guy I think. Yea
Young: Thank you. Young: I'd just like to say before I start that, ah, one of the pleasures of my life is being able to be on the stage with these people tonight Young: They got it now Robbie. [Musical intro] There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort memory to spare, In my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, The big birds flying across the sky, They were throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless Baby can you hear me now? The chains are locked and tied across my door, Baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, The big birds flying across the sky, They're throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless. Helpless, helpless, helpless. Helpless, helpless, helpless. Babe can you hear me now? Helpless, helpless, helpless. Helpless, helpless, helpless. Helpless, helpless, helpless. The chains are locked and tied across my door Baby, baby, baby, sing with me somehow With me so helpless Helpless, helpless, helpless. Thanks |
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from The Band - Northern Lights, Southern Cross (2006)
There was a chill that night in the hobo jungle
Over the train yard lay a smooth coat of frost And although nobody here really knows where they're goin' At the very same time nobody's lost Then the fire went out and the night grew still This old man lay frozen on the cold, cold ground He was a stray bird and the road was his callin' Ridin' the rods Sleepin' under the stars Playin' the harp from a rollin' box car She attended the fun'ral in the hobo jungle Long were they lovers though never could they wed Drifters and rounders, oooh, and distant friends Here I lie without anger or regret I'm in no one's debt Man goes nowhere Ev'rything comes like tomorrow But she took that last ride there by his side He spent his whole life pursuing the horizon Ridin' the rods Sleepin' under the stars Playin' the harp from a rollin' box car |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere so high above this wall I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear him shouting so loud Just crying out that he was framed I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere so high above this wall I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long, I hear him shouting so loud Just crying out that he was framed I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released |
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They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere so high above this wall I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long, I hear him shouting so loud Just crying out that he was framed I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere so high above this wall I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long, I hear him shouting so loud Just crying out that he was framed I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released |
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They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere so high above this wall I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame All day long, I hear him shouting so loud Just crying out that he was framed I see my light come shinin' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
I never thought I'd need you
But now I find I'm wrong. Come on back, sweet mama, Back where you belong. I've gambled over this town And find that I can't win. Come on back and pick me up again. (Chorus): Now if I lose, Let me lose. I don't care How much I lose. If I lose a hundred dollars While I'm tryin' to win a dime, My baby, she's got money all the time. Of all the other girls I know, None can take your place. 'Cause when I get into a jam, They just ain't in this race. So come on back home, babe, Let's make another round. With you here by my side, babe, The deal just can't go down. (Chorus x2) |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Once I walked through the halls of a station
Someone called your name In the street I heard children laughing They all sound the same Wonder, could you ever know me Know the reason why I live Is there nothing you can show me Life seems so little to give Once I climbed up the face of a mountain And ate the wild fruit there Fell asleep until the moonlight woke me And I could taste your hair Isn't everybody dreaming! Then the voice I hear is real Out of all the idle scheming Can't we have something to feel Once upon a time leaves me empty Tomorrow never comes I could sing the sound of your laughter Still I don't know your name Must be some way to repay you Out of all the good you gave If a rumor should delay you Love seems so little to save |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
It makes no difference where I turn
I can't get over you and the flame still burns It makes no difference, night or day The shadow never seems to fade away And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door Now there's no love As true as the love That dies untold But the clouds never hung so low before It makes no difference how far I go Like a scar, the hurt will always show And it makes no difference who I meet They're just a face in the crowd on a dead-end street And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door These old love letters Well, I just can't keep Just like the gambler says: "Read 'em and weep" And the dawn don't rescue me no more Without your love, I'm nothing at all Like an empty hall, it's a lonely fall Since you've gone it's a losing battle Stampeding cattle, they rattle the walls And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door Well, I love you so much That it's all I can do Just to keep myself from telling you That I never felt so alone before |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
It makes no difference where I turn
I can't get over you and the flame still burns It makes no difference, night or day The shadow never seems to fade away And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door Now there's no love As true as the love That dies untold But the clouds never hung so low before It makes no difference how far I go Like a scar, the hurt will always show And it makes no difference who I meet They're just a face in the crowd on a dead-end street And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door These old love letters Well, I just can't keep Just like the gambler says: "Read 'em and weep" And the dawn don't rescue me no more Without your love, I'm nothing at all Like an empty hall, it's a lonely fall Since you've gone it's a losing battle Stampeding cattle, they rattle the walls And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door Well, I love you so much That it's all I can do Just to keep myself from telling you That I never felt so alone before |
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from The Band - Northern Lights, Southern Cross (2006)
It makes no difference where I turn
I can't get over you and the flame still burns It makes no difference, night or day The shadow never seems to fade away And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door Now there's no love As true as the love That dies untold But the clouds never hung so low before It makes no difference how far I go Like a scar, the hurt will always show And it makes no difference who I meet They're just a face in the crowd on a dead-end street And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door These old love letters Well, I just can't keep Just like the gambler says: "Read 'em and weep" And the dawn don't rescue me no more Without your love, I'm nothing at all Like an empty hall, it's a lonely fall Since you've gone it's a losing battle Stampeding cattle, they rattle the walls And the sun don't shine anymore And the rains fall down on my door Well, I love you so much That it's all I can do Just to keep myself from telling you That I never felt so alone before |
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from The Band - Northern Lights, Southern Cross (2006)
Jupiter Hollow
Northern Lights Cast a glow through the window late last night I went to follow through the sycamore When I found myself in a place I'd never been before There was a unicorn and a dragon queen Beneath the burgundy sky I saw an old soldier singin' a love song He had the distance in his eye Livin' in another world Livin' in another time Like a comet I was hurled Oh, livin' in another world Jupiter Hollow So far, so near Like a time machine take you out to a different year Phoebus Apollo played on his lyre While we danced to the music of the sphere And as the moon went down and the sun came up With the mercury risin' too 'Twas then the prophet said the secret of the dead I'll whisper it to you Livin' in another world Livin' in another time Like a comet I was hurled Oh, livin' in another world Jupiter Hollow In the midnight sun Well, no man of dreams was ever more outdone Where the swallows circle over head And muses gather by the river of the tears we shed Just like a pioneer in the new frontier I don't know where to begin Because nobody cares when a man goes mad And tries to free the ghost within Livin' in another world Livin' in another time Like a comet I was hurled Oh, livin' in another world |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Katie's been gone since the spring time;
She wrote one time'n sent her love Katie's been gone for such a long time now. I wonder what kind of love she's thinkin' of. Dear Katie, If you can hear me, I can't wait to have ya near me. Oh, Katie, since ya caught that bus, Well, I just don't know how things are with us. I'm still here and you're out there. Katie laughed when I said I was lonely. She said, there's no need t'feel that way. Katie said that I was her only one, But then I wonder why she didn't want to stay. Dear Katie, if I'm the only one, How much longer will you be gone? Oh, Katie, won't ya tell me straight: How much longer do I have to wait? I'll believe you, But please come through. I know it's wrong to be apart this long; You should be here, near me. (I'm not sure about those last two chords) Katie's been gone and now her face is slowly fading from my mind. She's gone to find some newer places, Left the old life far behind. Dear Katie, don't ya miss your home? I don't see why you had to roam. Dear Katie, since you've been away I lose a little something every day I need you here, but you're still out there. Dear Katie, please drop me a line, Just write, Love, to tell me you're fine. Oh, Katie, if you can hear me, I just can't wait to have you near me. I can only think Where are you, What ya do, may be there's someone new. |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Chorus:
I've got the key to the highway, Packed up and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running, Cause walking is most too slow. I'm going back down to the border Where I must fairly go(?) Cause you ain't done nothing but Drive a good man away from home. So give me one more, one more kiss, baby Just before I go I'll be back out on the highway, That's the only place I know. And when the moon creeps over my room, honey, I'll be on my way. I'm gonna roam this old highway Until the break of day. Chorus. Well, its so long, so long, baby. I must say goodbye. I gotta roam, roam this highway Until the day I die. |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, King Harvest has surely come. I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me; And I'm bound to come out on top, That's where I should be. I will hear every word the boss may say, For he's the one who hands me down my pay. Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay, I'm a union man, now, all the way. The smell of the leaves, From the magnolia trees in the meadow, King Harvest has surely come. Dry summer, then comes fall, Which I depend on most of all. Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call? Please let these crops grow tall. Long enough I've been up on Skid Row And it's plain to see, I've nothing to show. I'm glad to pay those union dues, Just don't judge me by my shoes. Scarecrow and a yellow moon, And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town, King Harvest has surely come. Last year, this time, wasn't no joke, My whole barn went up in smoke. My horse Jethro, well he went mad And I can't remember things bein' so bad. Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen Tellin' us our hard times are about to end. And then, if they don't give us what we like He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike." Corn in the fields. Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, King Harvest has surely come. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROBERTSON, ROBBIE Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, King Harvest has surely come. I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me; And I'm bound to come out on top, That's where I should be. I will hear every word the boss may say, For he's the one who hands me down my pay. Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay, I'm a union man, now, all the way. The smell of the leaves, From the magnolia trees in the meadow, King Harvest has surely come. Dry summer, then comes fall, Which I depend on most of all. Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call? Please let these crops grow tall. Long enough I've been up on Skid Row And it's plain to see, I've nothing to show. I'm glad to pay those union dues, Just don't judge me by my shoes. Scarecrow and a yellow moon, And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town, King Harvest has surely come. Last year, this time, wasn't no joke, My whole barn went up in smoke. My horse Jethro, well he went mad And I can't remember things bein' so bad. Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen Tellin' us our hard times are about to end. And then, if they don't give us what we like He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike." Corn in the fields. Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, King Harvest has surely come. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROBERTSON, ROBBIE Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
I went down to Duffy's bar with depression on my mind
Just to blow off a little steam and try to unwind Times were getting tough with no relief in sight Last straw I lost my job, next straw your life Knock on knockin' lost John The Great Depression was going strong Hard times comin' on Long gone knockin' lost John Born on the south side, got my schoolin' at the pool hall Saturday night we get back to back, Sunday mornin', wall to wall Never seen nothing like it, people jumpin' out of windows and going mad That's not half as bad as losin' what you never had Back in 1929 it was livin' hell Crime was on the rise when the bottom fell Keepin' poverty pocket high upon the hill Back door you lock it, they'll break it still |
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from The Band - Cahoots(Remastered) (1971)
Who robbed the cradle, who robbed the grave
Who's the one that asked to be saved No, wo-wo-wo no answer came I moved to the country that cried of shame I left my home and found a name No, nobody could explain Have mercy, cried the blacksmith How're you gonna replace human hands Found guilty, said the judge For not being in demand Frozen fingers at the keyboard Could this be the big reward No, no answer came Brought up everybody to see for themselves They wouldn't believe it from no one else No, nobody could explain Dead tongue said the poet To the daughter of burlesque Cocteau, Van Gogh and Geronimo They used up what was left Cry wolf, said the martyr I don't believe I'm alive You're the hero, said the mute And you're bound to survive |
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from The Band - Cahoots(Remastered) (1971)
You can walk on the water, drown in the sand
You can fly off a mountaintop if anybody can Run away, run away--it's the restless age Look away, look away--you can turn the page Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot Saw a man with the jinx in the third degree From trying to deal with people--people you can't see Take away, take away, this house of mirrors Give away, give away, all the souvenirs We're all in the same boat ready to float off the edge of the world The flat old world The street is a sideshow from the peddler to the corner girl Life is a carnival--it's in the book Life is a carnival--take another look Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
You can walk on the water, drown in the sand
You can fly off a mountaintop if anybody can Run away, run away--it's the restless age Look away, look away--you can turn the page Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot Saw a man with the jinx in the third degree From trying to deal with people--people you can't see Take away, take away, this house of mirrors Give away, give away, all the souvenirs We're all in the same boat ready to float off the edge of the world The flat old world The street is a sideshow from the peddler to the corner girl Life is a carnival--it's in the book Life is a carnival--take another look Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
You can walk on the water, drown in the sand
You can fly off a mountaintop if anybody can Run away, run away--it's the restless age Look away, look away--you can turn the page Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot Saw a man with the jinx in the third degree From trying to deal with people--people you can't see Take away, take away, this house of mirrors Give away, give away, all the souvenirs We're all in the same boat ready to float off the edge of the world The flat old world The street is a sideshow from the peddler to the corner girl Life is a carnival--it's in the book Life is a carnival--take another look Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
You can walk on the water, drown in the sand
You can fly off a mountaintop if anybody can Run away, run away--it's the restless age Look away, look away--you can turn the page Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot Saw a man with the jinx in the third degree From trying to deal with people--people you can't see Take away, take away, this house of mirrors Give away, give away, all the souvenirs We're all in the same boat ready to float off the edge of the world The flat old world The street is a sideshow from the peddler to the corner girl Life is a carnival--it's in the book Life is a carnival--take another look Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch real cheap Here on the street I got six on each arm and two more round my feet Life is a carnival--believe it or not Life is a carnival--two bits a shot |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
I pulled out for San Anton',
I never felt so good. My woman said she'd meet me there And of course, I knew she would. The coachman, he hit me for my hook And he asked me my name. I give it to him right away, Then I hung my head in shame. Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! I come into Pittsburgh At six-thirty flat. I found myself a vacant seat An' I put down my hat. "What's the matter, Molly, dear, What's the matter with your mound?" "What's it to ya, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!" Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! I bought my girl A herd of moose, One she could call her own. Well, she came out the very next day To see where they had flown. I'm goin' down to Tennessee, Get me a truck 'r somethin'. Gonna save my money and rip it up! Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! Now, I come in on a ferris wheel An' boys, I sure was slick. I come in like a ton of bricks, Laid a few tricks on 'em. Goin' back to Pittsburgh, Count up to thirty, Round that horn and ride that herd, Gonna thread up! Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man! |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Lonesome Suzie never got the breaks
She's always losing and so she sits and cries and shakes It's hard just to watch her and if I touch her Oh, poor Suzie, I'm wondering what to do She just sits there hoping for a friend I don't fit here but I may have a friend to lend Maybe I mistook her but I can't overlook her Must be someone who can pull her through Anyone who's felt that bad could tell me what to say Even if she just got mad she might be better off that way And where is all the understanding? Her problems can't be that demanding Why is it she looks my way Every time she starts to cry Lonesome Suzie, I can't watch you cry no longer If you can use me until you feel a little stronger I guess just watching you has made me lonesome too Why don't we get together, what else can we do |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Lonesome Suzie never got the breaks
She's always losing and so she sits and cries and shakes It's hard just to watch her and if I touch her Oh, poor Suzie, I'm wondering what to do She just sits there hoping for a friend I don't fit here but I may have a friend to lend Maybe I mistook her but I can't overlook her Must be someone who can pull her through Anyone who's felt that bad could tell me what to say Even if she just got mad she might be better off that way And where is all the understanding? Her problems can't be that demanding Why is it she looks my way Every time she starts to cry Lonesome Suzie, I can't watch you cry no longer If you can use me until you feel a little stronger I guess just watching you has made me lonesome too Why don't we get together, what else can we do |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
Ten years ago, on a cool dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light There were few at the scene, and they all did agree That the man who ran looked a lot like me The judge said "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word, although it meant my life I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no, and nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold was high and eternity neared She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans In a long black veil, she cries over my bones |
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from The Band - Music From Big Pink (1968)
Long-distance operator,
Place this call, it's not for fun. Long-distance operator, Please, place this call, you know it's not for fun. I gotta get a message to my baby, You know, she's not just anyone. There are thousands in the phone booth, Thousands at the gate. There are thousands in the phone booth, Thousands at the gate. Ev'rybody wants to make a long-distance call But you know they're just gonna have to wait. If a call comes from Louisiana, Please, let it ride. If a call comes from Louisiana, Please, let it ride. This phone booth's on fire, It's getting hot inside. Ev'rybody wants to be my friend, But nobody wants to get higher. Ev'rybody wants to be my friend, But nobody wants to get higher. Long-distance operator, I believe I'm stranglin' on this telephone wire. |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Long-distance operator,
Place this call, it's not for fun. Long-distance operator, Please, place this call, you know it's not for fun. I gotta get a message to my baby, You know, she's not just anyone. There are thousands in the phone booth, Thousands at the gate. There are thousands in the phone booth, Thousands at the gate. Ev'rybody wants to make a long-distance call But you know they're just gonna have to wait. If a call comes from Louisiana, Please, let it ride. If a call comes from Louisiana, Please, let it ride. This phone booth's on fire, It's getting hot inside. Ev'rybody wants to be my friend, But nobody wants to get higher. Ev'rybody wants to be my friend, But nobody wants to get higher. Long-distance operator, I believe I'm stranglin' on this telephone wire. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Ooohhh Yeah! Oh Yeah.
Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin' Ooh yeah, whoo Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five My mother say I was, gonna be the greatest man alive But now I'm a man, way past 21 Want you to believe me woman, I had lot's of fun I'm a man I spell M, A, child N That represent man No B, [no] O child, Y That mean mannish boy Man, yeah I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man I'm a hoochie coochie man Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate You know I'm made to move honey, come up two hours late Wasn't that a man I spell M, A child, N That represent I'm grown No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy Man, [yeah] I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man, [yeah] I'm a hoochie coochie man Well, well, well, well, The line I shoot will never miss When I make love to a girl, she can't resist I think I go down, to old Kansas Stew I'm gonna bring back my second cousin, that little Johnny Cocheroo All you little girls, sittin'out at that line I can make love to you girl, in five minutes time Ain't that a man [yeah] I spell M, A child, N That represent man No B [no], O child, Y That mean mannish boy Man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man well, well, well, well well, well, well, well well, well, well, well hurry Robertson: Wasn't that a man; Muddy Waters! |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Well, that big dumb blonde
With her wheel in the gorge And Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his cheese in the cash They're all gonna be there At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Ev'rybody from right now To over there and back The louder they come The harder they crack Come now, sweet cream Don't forget to flash We're all gonna meet At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Well, I took my counselor Out to the barn Silly Nelly was there She told him a yarn Then along came Jones Emptied the trash Ev'rybody went down To that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Well, I'm hittin' it too hard My stones won't take I get up in the mornin' But it's too early to wake First it's hello, goodbye Then push and then crash But we're all gonna make it At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash Well, I looked at my watch I looked at my wrist Punched myself in the face With my fist I took my potatoes Down to be mashed Then I made it over To that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar bash |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Play a little blues? Paul Butterfield…
Train arrive 16 coaches long Train arrive 16 coaches long Well that long black train Took my baby and gone Train, train rollin' around the bend Train, train, train, rollin' around the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again Come down to the station To meet my baby at the gate Asked the station master If my train's a-running late He said "If you're a-waiting on the 444 I hate to tell you son That train don't stop here any more" Train train, train, rollin', around the bend Train train, train, rollin', around the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again -Solo- Heard that whistle blowin' It was the middle of the night When I got down to the station The train was pulling out of sight Mystery train rollin' around the bend Mystery train rollin' around the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again |
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from The Band - To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) (2006)
Play a little blues? Paul Butterfield…
Train arrive 16 coaches long Train arrive 16 coaches long Well that long black train Took my baby and gone Train, train rollin' around the bend Train, train, train, rollin' around the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again Come down to the station To meet my baby at the gate Asked the station master If my train's a-running late He said "If you're a-waiting on the 444 I hate to tell you son That train don't stop here any more" Train train, train, rollin', around the bend Train train, train, rollin', around the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again -Solo- Heard that whistle blowin' It was the middle of the night When I got down to the station The train was pulling out of sight Mystery train rollin' around the bend Mystery train rollin' around the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you, Not out of spite or anger But simply because it's true. Now, I hope you won't object to this, Giving back all of what you owe, The fewer words you have to waste on this, The sooner you can go. Nothing is better, nothing is best, Take heed of this and get plenty of rest. Nothing was delivered But I can't say I sympathize With what your fate is going to be, Yes, for telling all those lies. Now you must provide some answers For what you sell has not been received, And the sooner you come up with them, The sooner you can leave. Nothing is better, nothing is best, Take heed of this and get plenty rest. (Now you know) Nothing was delivered And it's up to you to say Just what you had in mind When you made ev'rybody pay. No, nothing was delivered, Yes, 'n' someone must explain That as long as it takes to do this Then that's how long that you'll remain. Nothing is better, nothing is best, Take heed of this and get plenty rest. |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
I plan it all and I take my place
You break your promise all over the place You promised to love me, but what do I see Just you comin' and spillin' juice over me Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again Now, you take your file and you bend my head I never can remember anything that you said You promised to love me, but what do I know You're always spillin' juice on me like you got someplace to go Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again - 간 주 중 - Now, I've had enough, my box is clean You know what I'm sayin' and you know what I mean From now on you'd best get on someone else While you're doin' it, keep that juice to yourself Odds and ends, odds and ends Lost time is not found again |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Now, there's a certain thing That I learned from Jim That he'd always make sure I'd understand And that is that there's a certain way That a man must swim If he expects to live off Of the fat of the land. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. Now, there's a certain thing That I learned from my friend, Mouse A fella who always blushes And that is that ev'ryone Must always flush out his house If he don't expect to be Goin' 'round housing flushes. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. "Take care of all your memories" Said my friend, Mick "For you cannot relive them And remember when you're out there Tryin' to heal the sick That you must always First forgive them." Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Homer, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. |
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