Ry Cooder [감독, 기타, 만돌린, 보컬, 어쿠스틱 기타, 일렉트릭 기타, 작곡, 프로듀서]

(C) I just received, sweetheart, your yellow (F) roses
You tell me (C) that they (D) mean that we're all (G) through
You tell me (C) that tonight your heart is (F) broken
But you should (C) know (G) I was never un (C) true

I'll (F) place them near your photograph and (C) as the petals fall
They'll (G) hide from you my lonely tears that (D) shouldn't fall at (G) all
(C) Then they will slowly fade away and (F) die
But I still love (C) you though yellow (G) roses say good (C) bye

(Raymond Quevedo)

How different the ladies of long ago to the modern women that we all know
If you observe you are bound to see that sex has changed entirely
A long ago their one ambition in life, was to be a mother and a wife
Now they go out imitating the males by smoking cigarettes and drinking cocktails

Girls used to like to be school teachers, gradually becoming stenographers
We next hear of them as lecturers, authors and engineers
There is no limit to their ambition, they've even gone in for aviation
And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world

Play a bridge!

Now they say anything that your man can do, they also can achieve too
And they've openly boasted to do their part in the literature and art
We will next hear of them as candidates for the president of these United States
And if you men don't assert control your women will rule the world

Now you hear on the radio and TV of a great national calamity
Story of tragic proportion coming from the White House in Washington
The facts in the case are clearly stated the president is being cruely dominated
By a international conspiracy that threatens world peace and security

(E. Young)

If your man has got you on the run why don't you try me ?
If you wanna have a little fun, oh baby, why don't you try me ?
If you tote more that you can bear, if your troubles been more than your share
And if things are not going just right why don't you try a man like me tonight ?

Why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?

Last night while I was trying to sleep
I heard a racket from the room next door, hum
And that was you and your man havin' a fight
Like you've done so many nights before

"Woman, I'll turn you every which way but loose"
Is what I heard him shout, uh-oh, look out!
So I jumped out of the bed and I opened the door
Just as you came runnin' out

And I hollered: why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?

I ain't saying I'm all that you need
And I won't tell you, honey, you will be free
But all night, well, I will keep trying
And when I say I want ya, girl, you know I'm not lyin'
You see a good woman out on the streets these days, friends
Ah, a bad old man can't be hard to find, no, no
Kind of man who'd steal your heart
And call true love a crime

That's why I keep asking ya, baby
Why don't you try me tonight ?
Do yourself a favor
Why don't you try me ?
Regular man ain't treatin' you right
Why don't you try a man like me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?
Why don't you try a man like me tonight ?
Why don't you try me ?

You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen

The moon comes up and the sun goes down
This old world keeps spinning around
Just as sure as the day turns into the night
What you do in the dark will turn up in the light
Masked man ridin' out across the land
Spreading destruction and moving his hand
He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip
Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip

You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen

Now, you bet your life without a doubt
Asking a masked man to leat you out
He's got you so tight that you can't even see
That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me

You won't see it coming
You won't feel the blow
You won't get no warning
You won't never know
You can't start it sooner
And fix it up later
And you ain't going to read about it in the newspaper

Rich or poor, mighty and meek
Don't need no ticket, you've all got a seat
High up on the mountain, low down in the alley
We'll all watch the world turn into death valley

You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen

Better shake my hand 'cause time is winding up
Shake your neighbor's hand 'cause time is winding up

You may be a hater, you may be a lover
You can bet your life one destroys the other
I don't know how it all began, which came first
The egg or the hen

The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it
I say he wrote it down indeed
The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it down
Give you this jail sentence you must be Nashville bound

Some got six month, some got one solid
Some got one solid year indeed
Some got six month, some doing solid here
But me and my buddies all got lifetime here, play

The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it
I say he wrote it down indeed
The judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it down
Give you this jail sentence you must be Nashville bound

Some got six month, some got one solid
Some got one solid year indeed
Some got six month, some doing solid here
But me and my buddies all got lifetime here, play

(E) Have you seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
(A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
(A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
I've been hearin' his (B7) name all over the (E) land.

Rainy nights down in the engine house,
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse,
A man came along and he chased us out in the rain.
Was that a vigilante man ?

Well, I rambled around from town to town,
Now, I rambled around from town to town,
And they herded us around like a wild herd of cattle.
Was that the vigilante man ?

Well, why does a vigilante man ?
Tell me why does a vigilante man ?
Carry that sawed-off shot-gun in his hand ?
Would he shoot his brother and sister down ?

Have you seen that vigilante man ?
Have you seen that vigilante man ?
Have you seen that vigilante man ?
I've been hearin' his name all over the land.

(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)

Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout
Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about

Tuning in the local scene on the radio
The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go
The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter
Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue
And he's got a little dance he wants to do

He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
It really stops the action, everybody's mystified
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by

Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips


Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips
Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class
I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass

Now, everybody fall in love
He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat
You shake your shimmy like I shake mine
He's hand held and he's jet propelled
Shake it up from sun to sun
He's fast and loose, he's full of juice
Shake it like an atomic bomb
He's got the goose so what's the use
That UFO has landed in the ghetto

(C) Trouble you can't fool me (F) I see you behind that tree
(C) Trouble you can't fool me (G) trying to get the ups on me
(C) Trouble you can't fool me (F) I see you behind that tree
(C) You want to (F) jump (G) on (C) me

Work hard for living, wanted just to get paid
But, sure'd be stealing for a year and a day
Would like to see a little sunshine, just to guide my way
Would like to have a little peace of mind
That's why I wanna say you better look out !

Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me

Trouble taught me a lesson I never never will forget
Now, he took my love, she ain't paid it back yet
I had to find another just to take her place
And I sure do love her, I said we're doing ok

So look out!
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! Trouble you can't fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you can't fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me

Well, you know, everyday can't be Sunday [That's right!]
It's a funny thing, it seem just before daylight is your darkest hour
And you know one thing [what's that ?] behind every silver lining, there isn't a dark cloud
[And you just ain't got time to go 'round subtracting and adding 'cause you'll just be too late]
You know one thing ? [What's that ?]
Every time you get around a tree, you better stop and grab a brick [Why ?]
Old man trouble... laying and waiting on you

That's what I wanna say... aca

I'm going to tell you a story right here
Huh, you may not believe it

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, standin' in the prison yard
They were taking poor Joe, chained and bound, to a Utah firing squad
Well he turned and looked at me right then, sayin', Don't you be misled
They're trying to tear our free speech down, and Buddy, they ain't near quit yet
See, they framed me on a killin' charge, you know I wouldn't lie to you
But the only crime here that I done was three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, oh three chords and the truth
Well the only crime that Joe Hill done was three chords and the truth
Well he sang his good old union songs, he got his message through
But they couldn't stand to hear a workingman sing three chords and the truth

I see you don't believe you're old friend Buddy here
Heh, take a drink, I think you need it

Oh J. Edgar Hoover liked to hear the darkies sing, till one man changed that all around
Paul Robeson was a man that you couldn't ignore, and that's what drove J. Edgar down
(Yah drove him down)
He called up his New York Klan boyfriends, sayin', I got something good for you
Get right down there to Peekskill, New York town, and kill three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, oh, three chords and the truth
Well the only crime you ever got from Paul was three chords and the truth
Now if this is the land of democracy, I got one question for you
Why wasn't Paul Roberson set free on three chords and the truth?

I see you still don't believe it
I'll bother you one more time
I'll bother you one more time, right mister

Now they took Pete Seeger before the law and put him on the witness stand
But he stood right up to tyranny with just a banjo in his hand
Such a righteous banjo picker, watchin' out for me and you
That was just a man who wouldn't back down on three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, three chords and the truth
Well the only crime Pete Seeger done was three chords and the truth
Yah, he sang his freedom songs real good, he's still getting his message through
Better check out old Pete Seeger on three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, well its three chords and the truth
Well you better check out your old friend Buddy right now on three chords and the truth

Better check out old Harlan Howard, personal friend of mine
Check out old Harlan on three chords and the truth
???

Well there's a bright side somewhere, there's a bright side somewhere
Now I ain't gonna rest until I find it
There's a bright side somewhere

And there's more love somewhere, and there's more peace somewhere
I ain't gonna rest until I find it
There's a bright side somewhere

People got a good job somewhere, got a lot of good friends somewhere
Got a little suitcase, got a little family, over on the bright side somewhere

(John Hiatt)

Just a one more kiss
He'll have to miss
This night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too

You'll get used to telling lies
And feeling sorry when he cries
Now that the strings are attached
He'll catch on, we've done our part
'Cause this is the way we make a broken heart

Lesson number one
We've just begun
To hurt him so
And with lesson two
He'll long for you
When lights are low
Then we get to lesson three
Where he gets down on his knees
And begs you to stop at the door
Just before he comes apart
And this is the way we make a broken heart

Now we've layed a trail of tears
For him to follow
And we've thought of every line
That he might swallow

And with lesson four
There'll be no more
For him to bear
And on some dark night
We'll dim the lights
On this affair

Then he'll find somebody new
And she will hurt him too
'Cause there must be millions just like you and me
Practiced in the art

This is the way we make a broken heart
Oh, this is the way we make a broken heart
This is the way we make a broken heart

(s. bailey)
(c#m) - (g#m7) - (g#7) - (f#7) - (e) - (b)

My father (c#m) told me, lying (g#m7) on his bed of (c#m) death,
Boy, he says, woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your (g#7) self
'cause she's got (c#m) something to make a man (f#7) lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very (e) thing that makes her (b) rich will make you (c#m) poor (f#7)
The very thing that makes her (g#7) rich will make you (c#m) poor
That's right!

Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor

Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor

Money won't change it, no no...

(James Lewis/Jimmy Holiday/Cliff Chambers)

Well, I met a girl from Texas 'bout a year ago
Hadn't known her for too long when I had to let her go
You see, she had a razor, was ten inches or so
And every night you'd hear her knocking at my door
She said, "Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back
You can have everything that I've got in my shack
But if you ever try to leave they'll take your out in sack
'Cause me and my razor will see to that"

That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas

I thought about my situation, decided not to tarry
For my own self preservation I decided we should marry
When the preacher started reading 'bout 'till death do us part
I told him, "Skip it, we had that understanding right from the start"

That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em
alone)

Well, we settled down, got me a little old job, '65 Fairlane Ford
Every Friday night I would stop in and cash my pay check down at the grocery
store
They had a little girl worked in there, must have been about seventeen
She was the cutest thing I had ever seen
It's the same old story and I'm afraid it wasn't too very long
Before we had fallen deeply in love and I knew it was wrong
I said baby, we got to stop this thing right here
Or my woman is gonna cut my throat from ear to ear, that's right
In tearful supplication, she looked up in my face
I could feel her heart was breaking as these sad words she did say
"You should have told me you was married, baby
She pulled out a forty-five and let me have it, right smack between the eyes

That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas

She was guilty, I was dead
Now, what'd you think that the old judge said ?
"Ah, that's just the way the girls are down here in Texas
Case dismissed!"

That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em
alone, boy)

Well, we made our way up 99 in the springtime of the year
The San Joaquin was all in bloom, and songbirds everywhere
We chanced upon a workingman, lying by the road
I judged him for a truck driver by the clothes he wore

We drew some nearer to him then, inquirin' of his name
Well, here's three little angels come down for to carry me home
Then, bear me up to Jesus now, my Savior I shall see
You ain't no regular angels, boys, but that's alright by me

Then Lefty, stepping forward, addressed the dyin' man
Saying, We're no angels, brother, but we'll do all we can
What cowards set upon you, sir, and dealt the fatal blow?
We'll pull out every workingman from here to Ohio

It was no vigilante gang, nor ranch-boss thugs this time
But the meatloaf special dinner I had on Highway 99
A comely waitress served me there, and she cooled me with her fan
But fatal meatloaf has struck down this old truck drivin' man

Then Lefty reached down in his bag, saying, You ain't dyin', friend
Just take a drink of whiskey now, you'll feel alright again
All through the night we lingered there and passed that bottle round
We hauled aboard at sunrise, lit out for Frisco town

Now, the workingman must be we'll warned whenever headlines scream
"Your rights must yield, the bombs must fall to save democracy"
The flag they fly, their stew of lies served up at votin' time
Like poison under the gravy on Highway 99

i saw her with another man walkin downtown
she's not mine and she'll never be by my side walkin downtown

i've only met her once before
she was alone in a back booth
a drink and a cigarette
smoking like she was waiting for someone
me stealing glances as she stole my breath
the next one's on me

may i take this seat
the rest of the bar reciedes
we talked on traveling back roads overseas
"Girl, a change sounds good to me"
she said,
"who can find that kind of time?"

i'd only met her once before
she was alone in a back booth
a drink and a cigarette
drinking like she was waiting for someone
me stealing glances as she stole my breath
the next one's on me

and after it's done
the sun comes up and she's gone
after it's done
you just move on
a night can show what's made plain by the sun

i'd only met her once before
she was alone in a back booth
a drink and a cigarette
smoking like she was waiting for someone
me stealing glances as she stole my breath

(Quinton Claunch, Dave Hall & Ry Cooder)

Brand new day, brave new man
It's a miracle what love can do
All the joys romance can bring
Come smiling down on a heart that's true
When love is real, you can't turn it around
It's like a river running down to the sea
This old world turns around for lovers like you
It's not the way love turned out for me

People in love build a house they can share
Takes a long time to get it just right
But a fire can start in the kitchen somewhere
And burn that little house down over night
That flame burning bright in your heart, I believed that
You turned it on just for me
Another man held that fire, burned our house to the ground
That's the way love turned out for me

People turn out for the big show
Pretty flowers turn out in the spring
And the light turns out in the kitchen
When somebody pulls on the string
But there's no light burning in my kitchen
And no doors open up with my key
And I ain't got no one to turn to
That's the way love turned out for me

(E) I read your letter and (A) tears filled my (E) eyes
All of your promises fading, was (B7) nothing but (E) lies
So I turned your photograph over, (A) face to the (E) wall
And when I (A) dim the (E) lights in my (A) room (E) tonight
(B7) Teardrops will (E) fall

(E) Teardrops will fall tonight
(A) Tears I can't (E) hide
Tears that I tried to keep
(B7) Deep down inside
(E) Tears fall, a love that's gone
(A) Beyond re (E) call
And when I (A) dim the (E) lights in my (A) room to (E) night
(B7) Teardrops will (E) fall

I'm gonna pray tonight, baby
Hoping you will hear
Maybe you'll right the wrong, now
And dry each tear
I'll sit alone tonight hoping you will call
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall

(A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all
It (A) worked on nights and Sundays, it (D) worked each holiday
(E) Settled down among us and it never went (A) away

The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all

(A) The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until (E) Fall
Then they (A) take him by the hand
And they (D) lead him from his land
And the (E) merchant is the man who gets it (A) all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until Fall
With the interest rates so high
It's a wonder he don't die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all

Well, the banker says he's broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And they'd know that it's the farmer that feeds them all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until Fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, it's a sin
'Cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all

(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)

Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree.
Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule.
You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool

Mmmm, oh, no,
It's not hard for you to understand.
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can.

If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree,
Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be.
But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life.
Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife

Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home.
But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone.
And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home.
But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?"

Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down

Baby, when you marry your railroad man
Every day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand
Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand
Baby, in your hand, baby, in your hand
Mary and the baby laying in the bed
Thinking about the money that I ain't made
So tamp 'em up solid so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down

Captain called the water boy and the water boy laughed
Captain kicked the water boy yelling,

When I was still a kitten, daddy told me, Son,
There's just one thing that you should know
As through this world you ramble and through this world you roam
Just take this little suitcase when you go

And when the evening sun goes down and you're tired of rambling round
Just set her on the ground and climb right in
You won't ever have to worry about the cold night wind
When you got your little suitcase in your hand

Little suitcase in my hand, I'm rolling through this land
A mansion is much too big for me
When the stars come out at night everything will be alright
'Cause I got my little suitcase in my hand

Now a hard-boiled egg's yellow inside
There's some in every crowd you will find
Now they're afraid to have to do an honest day of work
So the'll blame the workingman every time

But the harder they come, the bigger they fall
Just hold your ground and take your stand
'Cause the free and independent life's still the best of all
When you got your little suitcase in your hand

Little suitcase in my hand, I'm rolling through this land
A mansion is much too big for me
When the stars come out at night everything will be alright
'Cause I got my little suitcase in my hand

Well I got off the train one evening in a little mining town
I started walking up the main street when the sun was going down

When I heard some voices singing, so I went to see what for
Might just be a birthday party, and it might be room for just one more

But it was miners and their families, they had left the mine that day
Walked out for safe conditions, on strike for decent pay

And they sang about their struggle, and their spirit never failed
Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

Union miners stand together, heed no operator's tale
Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

Well all at once police came running, they came running everywhere
They broke up that miner's meeting, and they carried everyone to jail

But the miners kept on singing and they sang the whole night through
When the sun rose in the morning I had learned that miners song

Now the judge he asked the police captain, What's that red cat doin' here?
Get all the reds off the streets, sir, was your orders loud and clear

Now they turned me out of the jailhouse back door, but I wouldn't leave my miner friends
I jumped back to that jailhouse winder and I sang that miner songs again

Union miners stand together, heed no operator's tale
Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

I want to go to steel guitar heaven
That's the only resting place for me
I want to go to steel guitar Heaven
There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see
Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day
Shake hands with Speedy and shout hooray
That's steel guitar heaven to me
I heard about steel guitar heaven
I'm going when I die
I heard Paul Bixby's been waiting
He's got something new that he wants me to try
lt turns itself on and tells you a joke
Lights you a drink and pours you a smoke
Paul I don't think it's ready!
That's steel guitar heaven to me

Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love steel players, He's made so many of them
Matter of fact, He's still trying.
But the good Lord knows that the steel player's life on Earth isn't often easy,
So He's set aside a little corner of Heaven, custom made, just for you.
First thing you'll notice, there's always plenty of courteous free parking
And don't it just seem like that old triple-neck ain't near as heavy as it used to be?
Step inside, and you'll find the walls are covered in real knotty pine,
And just take a gander at all that luxurious hi-lo shag, continuous filament,
Nylon-pile, wall-to-wall carpeting. Our Lord chose green-and-gold, my personal favourite.
The tables and chairs are upholstered in genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord chose red, I think it's appropriate.
There's always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand, and you're bound to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look who's here, come on up and sit on in. It's C6th day again.

You can't get fired up in Heaven
Your union card's all paid
There ain't no bosses up in heaven
I heard Spade Cooley didn't make the grade
Everybody's got a Story up in Heaven
Some we all know well
All steel players go to Heaven
Some just go through hell
But the Good Lord loves each and every one
When your ragtime cowboy days are done
Come up to steel guitar Heaven with me
That's steel guitar Heaven to me.

When the night has come, and the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we will see
No, I won't be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
So darlin', darlin' stand by me
Oh stand by me
Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darlin', darlin' stand by me
Oh stand by me
Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me
*Solo*

And darlin', darlin' stand by me
Oh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darlin', darlin' stand by me
Oh stand by me
Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me
So darlin', darlin' stand by me
Oh stand by me
Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh stand by me
Whoa stand now, oh stand, stand by me...

Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]
Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]
And I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Girls, taking their girls]

They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time]
They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time]
I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind [Mind, change their mind]

Some they call me Moe and some they call me Joe
But just remember Speedo, he don't never take it slow

Now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. EArl]
Well, I said it now
They often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]
Now I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Taking their girls]

They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time]
They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time]
Now I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind

Uuh, honey, here comes that old Mr. Earl again, honey
He's so fine!
Oh, get on away from here, girl. I ain't going to be bothered with you tonight
He can get low down too, can get to be a low down son of a bitch
Don't you be holding on to me now, get away!
Hello, Mr. Earl!
Hey, you look good to me.
You too, baby.
What's your name ?
My name is Mary Lou

I got a dog in this fight I got troops on the ground
His name is old Spayed Kooley he's the meanest dog in town
If you think I'm foolin' try bustin' in through the door
He'll tear you a whole brand new one and you won't come back no more

Spayed's a good dog he's really bad
He's the best pal this poor boy ever had

Now Spayed might get suspicious when first you chance to meet
So if you come a callin' you better wipe your feet
Empty out your pockets let him see your hands
Be sure to talk good English so he can understand

Spayed likes mariachis he loves to hear 'em croon
I know he'lI be watchin' if the fiddles ain't in tune
When you come 'round to our table you better play it sweet
Or it's adios muchachos down on Olivera Street

Spayed's a good dog he's really fine
So if you want to be a friend of mine
Pledge allegiance to our flag try to sing on key
And you won't have no problem with my dog Spayed Kooley

(Charles E. Calhoun)

Well, pick me a town in any clime
People like a rockin' time
Stay awake both day and night
And everybody's feeling good and right
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul

I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill
Ten room house and-a some barbecue
And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul

I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and something sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
And bi-carbonated soda by the pound
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul

Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls
A street that's paved with natural pearl
Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks
And then open up the doors to Fort Knox
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Soul, soul, soul
Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab...

(Traditional)

Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys
We'll rally 'round again
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
We will rally from the hillside
We'll gather from the plain
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom

The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah
Down with the traitor, up with the star
While we rally 'round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom

We will welcome to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
And although he may be poor
Not a man shall be a slave
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom

So we're springing to the call
From the East and from the West
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
And we'll prove a loyal crew
To the land we love the best
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom

(Sleepy John Estes)

Late one Friday evening everybody was sad
We lost the best president we ever had
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long

Rode from town to town holdin' up for our rights
Some low down rascal took the President's life
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long

Mrs. Kennedy got a mansion on the Island, stayed 9 months, all she'd be
She have another mansion, soon as she reach Washington, D.C.
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long

Everybody votes, they don't know what's goin' on
If Goldwater get it, we won't have no home
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long

While horses and cars all in a row
I think Mr. Kennedy have a right to this long white robe
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long

Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know
He lives way up a road that's lost in time.
Don't know his name, or where he's coming from,
Only thing you know, he's a real gone cat,
This friend of mine.

He don't have no uptown friends, or drive a Cadillac,
But he's got cool threads and a beat up car.
All his downtown friends like me ride around in the back
'Cause he's a real cool cat, yeah he's a real cool cat,
This friend of mine.

La Loma boys will run with you,
Do anything that you want them to,
If you need a friend 'cause you're feeling blue
Palo Verde girls never let you down.

Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.

Firme guys in their firme cars,
Underneath the moon and stars.
The city lights way down below.
What's that sound? What's that light
Streaking down through the night?

What's it mean? It's a red cloud over
Chavez Ravine.

Orale, UFO, come gliding low.
Se cayo up Chavez Road.
Space Vato, square cat.
Say, "Caramba, partners, where's the party at?"

I heard about the cool jerk, and the alligator,
Tokay wine, Mary Jane, and Lil' Julian Herrera.
Iwant to learn to dance, make romance.
These La Bishop girls might take a chance.

My friend says, "No, be cool, bro.
If you want to dance slow,
Learn to ask a mi hermana con respeto."

UFO got a radio.
Lil' Julian singing soft and low.
Los Angeles down below.
DJ says, we got to go.
To El Monte, El Monte, pa El Monte.

Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.

Tell you 'bout a friend of mine that you don't know
He lives way up a road that's lost in time
Don't know his name or where he's coming from
Only thing you know
He's a real gone cat, this friend of mine

He don't have no uptown friends that drive a Cadillac
But he's got cool threads and a beat up car
All his downtown friends like me, ride around in the back
Cause he's a real cool cat
Yeah, he's a real gone cat, this friend of mine

La Loma boys will run with you
Do anything that you want 'em to
And if you need a friend 'cause you're feeling blue
Palo Verde girls never let you down

Na, na, na, na, na
Living in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na
Living in a poor man's Shangri-La

Firme guys in their firme cars
Underneath the moon and stars
The city lights way down below

What's that sound? What's that light?
Streaking down through the night
What's it mean? It's a red cloud over Chavez Ravine

Orale, UFO, come gliding low
Se cayo, up Chavez road
Space vato, square cat
Say, "Caramba, partners, where's the party at?"

I heard about the cool jerk and the alligator
And I heard about Tokay Wine, Mary Jane, and lil' Julian Herrera
I wanna learn to dance, make romance
These La Bishop girls might take a chance

My friend say, "No, be cool, bro'
If you want to dance slow
Learn to ask a mi hermana con respeto"

UFO's got a radio
Lil' Julian singing soft and low
Los Angeles down below
DJ say, we got to go, where?
To El Monte, El Monte, El Monte, pa El Monte

Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La

Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La

El Monte, El Monte
Come El Monte, come on, pa El Monte
Oh, the UFO got a radio

Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La

All my life I've been a travellin' man
All my life I've been a travellin' man
Stayin' alone and doing the best I can

I ship my trunk down to Tennessee
Ship my trunk down to Tennessee
It's hard to tell 'bout a man like me

I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind
I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind
She passed me up saying she didn't like my kind

Scared to bother around the house that night
I'm scared to bother around the house that night
Got police dogs cravin' for a fight

His game is rambling when he gets the chance
His game is rambling when he gets the chance
He leaves his mark on everybody's pants

Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be
Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be
Before she sets that police dog on me

(Huddie Ledbetter)
(C7) - (C) - (F7) - (C) - (G7)

(C7) Just look here mama
Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do
(F7) Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do
(C7) Don't be (G7) lieve it's pig meat
Ask (F7) anybody in the neighborhood (C)

Don't believe it's pig meat
Kind that you won't regret
Don't believe it's pig meat
Kind that you won't regret
I got something about this pig meat
Sweet mama ain't told you yet

I was born and raised in the country
Mama but I'm staying in town
I was born and raised in the country
Mama but I'm staying in town
You don't believe it's pig meat
Mama from my head on down

(L. Singer-H.Zaret)


A litle man walked up and down,
To find an eating place in town.
He read the menu through and through,
To see what fifteen cents could do.

One meat ball,
One meat ball,
He could afford but one meat ball.

He told the waiter near at hand,
The somple dinner he had planned.
The guests were startled one and all,
To here that waiter loudly call,

One meat ball,
One meat ball,
This here gent wants one meat ball.

The little man felt very sad,
For one meat ball ia all he had,
And in his dreams he hears that call,
Ya get no bread with one meat ball.

One meat ball,
One meat ball,
Ya get no bread with one meat ball.

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream.
“Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.”

Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque.

Broto un desmadre, por tipo acomodado,
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado.

El precio en sangre que se saco de mi gente
Hasta tal dia mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde.

Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tracion dineral.
Una bola de pinches, sin corazon, y falso piedad.
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar.

Onda callejera, onda sin honor.
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor.

Onda de lo peor.

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream.
“Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.”

Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque.

Broto un desmadre, por tipo acomodado,
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado.

El precio en sangre que se saco de mi gente
Hasta tal dia mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde.

Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tracion dineral.
Una bola de pinches, sin corazon, y falso piedad.
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar.

Onda callejera, onda sin honor.
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor.

Onda de lo peor.

(D) On a Monday, I was ar (A) rested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in (D) jail
On a Wednesday, my trial was at (A) tested
On a Thursday, nobody would go my (D) bail
(D) Al (C) most (A) done, I'm almost (E) done, (D) al (C) most (A) done
And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no (D) pail

Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder
Take these chains, these chains from around my legs
Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me
But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead

Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done
And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail

On Friday, my baby went a-walking
On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door
On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking
On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes

(Will Jennings/Nesbert Hooper Jr.)

Three days of snow out in Birmingham
Thought you would wonder where I am
Called up your number all night long
No consolations on the telephone
Ran out and caught that midnight flight
Thought a little loving would make everything all right
But, no!
Landlord said, "You'd moved away
And left me all your bills to pay"
It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon
I think you might have made your move too soon, girl

Now, look here

Left me out here with a Keno card
Life in Vegas really ain't so hard
Ran it up to about fifty grand
Cashed it in and held it in my hand
That kinda money gets the word around
And makes a lost love come up found
I hear you knocking baby at my door
You ain't living here no more
I tried to tell you before
But you made your move too soon

Now I'm gonna play!

All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing

Well, I've been from Texas down to Tokyo
Okinawa back to Ohio
Never tried to make the news
I'm just a man that loves to play the blues
Take my guitar everywhere
Now, if you people don't like it, I really don't care
Crowd jumps up and the band falls down
Love to see us rolling into town
Because the people know, well, we never make our move too soon
Never make your move too soon

Ya made your move too soon, girl
Ya made your move too soon, baby....babe
I think ya made your move too soon

Let's hear it for all the chickens that died in the heat wave
Two millions chickens, God Almighty
In Arkansas, down in Oklahoma, by God
Texas, Arizona

Now my name is Buddy, don't you pity me
Don't you pity me, don't you pity me
My name is Buddy, don't you pity me
Don't you pity me, don't you pity me
Just because I ain't so big, you think I'm small
Well, you think I'm small, now you think I'm small
You go around with your head up in the clouds
You just tall, that's all, you just tall, that's all

Now, if you like your tree, better watch out for your tree
Watch out for your tree, Lord, that tree ain't free
The birds won't be round just to keep you company, no
Keep you company, no keep you company

Now if you like your little backyard, watch out for your backyard
Don't let them put a toll road right through your backyard
If you like your little backyard, watch out for your backyard
Don't let them put a toll road right through your backyard

Now You go around with your head up in the clouds
Head up in the clouds, your head up in the clouds
You go around with your head up in the clouds
Your head up in the clouds, oh your head up in the clouds
You ain't so big, now, you just tall, that's all

Now this land was made for you and me
Better watch out for your land, better watch out for your land
This land was made just for you and me
Better watch out for your land, better watch out for your land