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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Get Rhythm (1987)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(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 ? |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Crossroads (1998)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Music By Ry Cooder (2000)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(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. |
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| from The End Of VIolence (폭력의 종말) by Ry Cooder [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
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 ??? |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop (1979)
(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... |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(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) |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Jazz (2000)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - The Slide Area (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
(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?" |
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from Ry Cooder - Paradise And Lunch (1987)
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, |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - I, Flathead (2008)
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. |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
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... |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - I, Flathead (2008)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Chicken Skin Music (1988)
(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... |
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| from Ry Cooder - Pull Up Some Dust And Sit Down (2011) | |||||
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| from Paris, Texas (파리, 텍사스) by Ry Cooder [ost] (1985) | |||||
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Boomer's Story (1991)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
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. |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Ry Cooder (1995)
(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. |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
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. |
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from Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine (2005)
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. |
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| from Paris, Texas (파리, 텍사스) by Ry Cooder [ost] (1985) | |||||
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from Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - Borderline (1988)
(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 |
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from Ry Cooder - My Name Is Buddy (2007)
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 |
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