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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 - 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 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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
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 Taking Woodstock [ost] (2009)
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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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 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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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Boards on the window, mail by the door
What would anybody leave so quickly for? Ophelia - Where have you gone? The old neighborhood just ain't the same Nobody knows just what became of Ophelia - tell me, what went wrong? Was it somethin' that somebody said? Mama, I know we broke the rules Was somebody up against the law? Honey, you know I'd die for you Ashes of laughter, the coast is clear Why do the best things always disappear Like Ophelia - please darken my door Was it somethin' that somebody said? Honey, you know we broke the rules Was somebody up against the law? Honey, you know I'd die for you They got your number, scared and runnin' But I'm still waitin' for the second comin' Of Ophelia - come back home |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
I had a hard time waking this morning
I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours They keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the time I've had a hard time waking most mornings And it's been that way for a month or more You've had things your way But now I've got to say I'm on my way out the door Chorus: Why don't you get right, try to get right, baby You haven't been right with me, why don't you get right? Try and get right, baby, don't you remember how it used to be? You had a hard time waking this morning And I can see it in your empty eyes But there's no need for talking Or walking round the block Just to figure out the reason why I have a hard time handing out warnings I'll just slide on out the door Cuz I'm tired of everything Being beautiful, beautiful And I ain't coming back no more |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
Well, I've already had two beers
I'm ready for the broom Please, Missus Henry, won't you Take me to my room? I'm a good ol' boy But I've been sniffin' too many eggs Talkin' to too many people Drinkin' too many kegs Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime Well, I'm groanin' in a hallway Pretty soon I'll be mad Please, Missus Henry, won't you Take me to your dad? I can drink like a fish I can crawl like a snake I can bite like a turkey I can slam like a drake Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime Now, don't crowd me, lady Or I'll fill up your shoe I'm a sweet bourbon daddy An' tonight I am blue I'm a thousand years old And I'm a generous bomb I'm T-boned and punctured But I'm known to be calm Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime Now, I'm startin' to drain My stool's gonna squeak If I walk too much farther My crane's gonna leak Look, Missus Henry There's only so much I can do Why don't you look my way An' pump me a few? Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please! I'm down on my knees An' I ain't got a dime |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Rag Mama rag, I can't believe its true
Rag Mama rag, what did you do? I crawled up to the railroad track Let the 4:19 scratch my back Sag Mama sag, what's come over you Rag Mama rag, I'm pullin' out your gag Gonna turn you loose like an old caboose Got a tail I need to drag I ask about your turtle And you ask about the weather I can't jump a hurdle and We can't get together We could be relaxin' In my sleepin' bag But all you want to do for me, Mama, is Rag Mama rag, there's no where to go Rag mama rag, come on, rosin up the bow Rag Mama rag, where do you roam Rag Mama rag, bring your skinny little body back home It's dog eat dog and cat eat mouse You can rag Mama rag all over my house Hailstones beatin' on the roof The bourbon is a hundred proof And you and me and the telephone Our destiny is quite well known We don't need to sit and brag All we gotta do is rag, Mama, rag, Mama, rag Rag Mama rag, where do you roam Rag Mama rag, bring your skinny little body back home |
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from The Band - Northern Lights, Southern Cross (2006)
Ring your bell
Change your number Run like hell You can't hide from thunder Oh, no Ring your bell Get in the wind You and me gonna make some medicine Run that rebel across the tracks With the Mounties on his trail He was taught Don't get caught at the mercy of the man Land in jail Meet me, madam, on the high road We gonna blow the man down I've been totin' a heavy load And I'm rarin' to clown Mess around Ring your bell Shake your tower Pump your well Turn on your power I'm gonna ring your bell Glide on in You and me gonna make some medicine Smoky bars and souped-up cars Where we drowned all sorrow Renegade woman Love me like there's no tomorrow Left to borrow Bloodhounds comb the back streets With the ramrod close behind Ask for justice, you gonna find My ass across That border line Ring your bell Sound the chime Open up your shell Get on the line Come on, ring your bell Gimme some skin You and me gonna make some medicine |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Hang around, Willie boy,
Don't you raise the sails anymore It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea And I'm pushin' age seventy-three Now there's only one place that was meant for me: Oh, to be home again, Down in old Virginny, With my very best friend, They call him Ragtime Willie We're gonna soothe away the rest of our years, We're gonna put away all of our tears, That big rockin' chair won't go nowhere Slow down, Willie boy, Your heart's gonna give right out on you It's true, and I believe I know what we should do Turn to stern and point to shore, The seven seas won't carry us no more Oh, to be home again, Down in old Virginny, With my very best friend, They call him Ragtime Willie I can't wait to sniff that air, Dip that snuff, I won't have no care, That big rockin' chair won't go nowhere Hear the sound, Willie boy, The Flyin' Dutchman's on the reef It's my belief We've used up all our time, This hill's to steep to climb, And the days that remain ain't worth a dime Oh, to be home again, Down in old Virginny, With my very best friend, They call him Ragtime Willie Would'a been nice just to see the folks, Listen once again to them stale old jokes, That big rockin' chair won't go nowhere I can hear something callin' on me (And you know where I wanna be) Oh Willie, can't you hear that sound? (Down in old Virginny) I just wanna get my feet back on the ground (Down in old Virginny) And I'd love to see my very best friend They call him Ragtime Willie (Oh, to be home again) I believe old rockin' chair's got me again! |
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from Bob Dylan, The Band - The Basement Tapes (1975)
(by j.r. robertson and r. manuel)
Wrote a letter this mornin', Put it in your hat, 'cause no one to read it And I know you knew that. I bought a joke, a trick or two, Just to bring and show you, Caught ya with the trickster too. Sometimes I wonder how ya knew A hypnotist, fancytalker, Ruben remus ain't no doctor I knew the man and tried to remember Just where it was that I'd seen his face. Long ago, in a movie show, He was like that man singin' bass. Knew him by his nurs'ry rhyme: The story of the rabbit man. Fell right in and said to him: "i'd like to help you if I can." I know the film would only shock ya, Ruben remus ain't no doctor! He only needed what you had, Asked for nothing more, Said he'd like to take you on, But it's been done before. You couldn't see he's a travelin' man And he cannot take your hand. It's very hard to understand Why his songs were never banned. Guess the man would never knock ya, Ruben remus ain't no doctor! No one seen ya since he's been gone, It's been a day, maybe more. I took a walk in your yard And knocked on your back door. Why don't you let me in? I'm not the man who did ya in. Is mr. remus still your friend? You say you don't remember him. Turn me down, would ya? Well, I've got news for you. Turn me down would ya, Can't ya tell I'm gonna change your mind before i'm... trough... |
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from The Band - Cahoots(Remastered) (1971)
Went to the movie matinee
To see the blue coats try to get away From a smoke signal Above the trees A smoke signal Shifting in the breeze Some folks think it's make believe Other folks ain't so naive About a smoke signal Could see it coming A smoke signal Hear the drums drumming You don't believe what you read in the paper You can't believe the stranger at your door You don't believe what you hear from your neighbor Your old neighborhood ain't even there no more Indian maid will plant the seed And cultivate a whole new breed There's a smoke signal Over your head A smoke signal You know what it said? When they're torn out by the roots Young brothers join in cahoots To send a smoke signal Near and far A smoke signal No matter where you are You don't believe what they say on the radio You don't believe what you see on the video Living in the shadow of a doubt today Still waiting for the smoke to clear away Tried to get in touch with you Tried to get my message through By smoke signal Honey, do ya read me Smoke signal Call me if you need me There you were all in white Standing out in the broad daylight Lookin' like a smoke signal From heaven above Smoke signal Oh, my love |
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from The Band - Rock of Ages (2001)
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame Since that day he ain't been the same See the man with the stage fright Just standin' up there to give it all his might And he got caught in the spotlight But when we get to the end He wants to start all over again I've got fire water right on my breath And the doctor warned me I might catch a death Said, "You can make it in your disguise Just never show the fear that's in your eyes" See the man with the stage fright Just standin' up there to give it all his might He got caught in the spotlight But when we get to the end He wants to start all over again Now if he says that he's afraid Take him at his word And for the price that the poor boy has paid He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry Fancy people go driftin' by The moment of truth is right at hand Just one more nightmare you can stand See the man with the stage fright Just standin' up there to give it all his might And he got caught in the spotlight But when we get to the end He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm Please don't make him stop, hmm hmm Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm Let him start all over again |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did, They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame, Since that day he ain't been the same. See the man with the stage fright Just standin' up there to give it all his might. And he got caught in the spotlight, But when we get to the end He wants to start all over again. I've got fire water right on my breath And the doctor warned me I might catch a death. Said, "You can make it in your disguise, Just never show the fear that's in your eyes." See the man with the stage fright, Just standin' up there to give it all his might. He got caught in the spotlight, But when we get to the end He wants to start all over again. Now if he says that he's afraid, Take him at his word. And for the price that the poor boy has paid, He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh. Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry, Fancy people go driftin' by. The moment of truth is right at hand, Just one more nightmare you can stand. See the man with the stage fright Just standin' up there to give it all his might. And he got caught in the spotlight, But when we get to the end He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm, You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm, Please don't make him stop, hmm hmm, Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm, Let him start all over again. |
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from The Band - The Last Waltz (1978)
Such a night, it's such a night
Sweet confusion under the moonlight Such a night, such a night To steal away, the time is right Your eyes caught mine, and at a glance You let me know that this was my chance But you came here with my best friend Jim And here I am, tryin' to steal you away from him Oh, but if I don't do it, you know somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will And it's such a night, it's such a night Sweet confusion under the moonlight It's such a night, such a night To steal away, the time is right Yeah, I couldn't believe my ear and my heart just skipped a beat When you told me to take you walkin' down the street Oh yeah, you came here with my best friend Jim Here I am, I'm stealin' you away from him Oh, but if I don't do it, you know somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will 'Cause it's such a night |
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