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Cottonwoods
04:52
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Cottonwoods
Another 8 hours gone. Traffic fight on my way home.
Surcease of sorrow there. I'm gonna ease back in my easy chair.
Sugar, won't you come to me? Rest your banjo on my knee.
Been workin', waitin' all week long to hear you sing that sweet ol' song:
"Way down yonder under them cottonwoods...
Rags was few and times was good."
A worried mind, an achin' back, water in a carbon sack,
Inflated dust, and unbleached bones, just a soul to sit in judgment on.
A sight for these sore eyes to see, a creature that was born to please and to be pleased.
Two beings who belong inside the verses of a sweet ol' song:
"Way down yonder under them cottonwoods...
Rags was few and times was good."
She said, "This world is wild at heart and mean.
We're characters out of some cruel dream,
Unmolded clay inside the hands of God.
For happiness we got to beat the odds."
I said, "Sweet sugar, I believe I'm blessed
Every time I see you in that summer dress,
Bare feet dippin' in the pond just like the verses of a sweet ol' song:
"Way down yonder under them cottonwoods...
Rags was few and times was good."
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2. |
Wheel O' Time
04:22
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Wheel O’ Time
All I remember was fallin’ asleep and bein’ pushed out into the cold.
Walkin’ and talkin’ just seemed to come natural
but it’s hard to learn to do what you’re told.
ABC’s and 123’s, bugs and bikes and basketballs,
Preacher man with a book in his hand: rules, regulations, and laws.
Time keeps a-rollin’ like a wheel and where it’s goin’
I just don’t know.
Prayin’ on my knees, fistfights, spellin’ bees,
and a rope swingin’ over the pond,
Rock radio, and mowin’ machines, and wonderin’ why Daddy was gone,
Smokin’ big leaves from an ol’ Coke can,
Frank Zappa singin’ “Titties and Beer”.
Don’t know what became of that bright-eyed kid
but I don’t see him here in the mirror.
Time keeps a-rollin’ like a wheel and where it’s goin’
I just don’t know.
But I can see it run away, day by day,
like a herd o’ wild horses stampedin’ over the hills.
I’m harder to surprise, more critical eyes,
longer in the tooth, stubborn, and stronger of will.
You don’t have to move to get where you’re goin’,
Cuz the wheel o’ time keeps you rollin’ on.
Pretty soon, you can do the work of a man
and you learn to play grown-up games,
Ten lucky fingers where the touch still lingers
long after you’ve forgotten their names.
Then, you pull the trigger with one in particular
and you couple ‘neath the scuppernong vines.
Nine months later, there’s a little tiny baby.
Soon, the little baby’s gonna be nine.
Time keeps a-rollin’ like a wheel and where it’s goin’
I just don’t know.
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3. |
Come To Believe
03:33
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Come To Believe
They tell me of a home where the moon always shines
And the grapes turn to wine while danglin’ on the vine,
The fish flip out the rivers right into your arms,
And it’s always cherry pickin’ time on the fine honey farms.
I wanna see if they got a place there for me.
I’ll learn to talk their tongue, become a model citizen.
I have come to believe life ain’t nothin’ like a dream,
More like a B-movie, man, about sleepwalkin’.
Now, there’s an old man on the mountain who deconstructs thought
In a den with a woman grizzly bear he caught,
Only comes out in the nighttime after the blackness falls,
And his nose is always red from runnin’ into the walls.
Tell me, friend, am I gonna end up like him,
Bein’ scorned as a clown, blindly pokin’ around?
I have come to believe life ain’t nothin’ like a dream,
More like a B-movie, man, about sleepwalkin’.
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4. |
Black Bottom
03:18
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Black Bottom
CHORUS:
Come on, get it. Come on, come on, get it, get it... 2X
Come on, get it. Come on, get it...
Ya’ll come on down here and getchya some!
Goin’ back to Black Bottom where the sun never shines
And it’s always a good time to have a good time.
Don’t bother hollerin’ to 9-1-1.
The cops all know about us. Hell, the comes all come
To see Miss Loretta and her girls at the door.
One look at them honies, gotta see some more.
Invite you in with the enticin’ grin,
Paper cup o’ corn liquor, and the promise of sin, sangin’:
CHORUS
I had a gig at Black Bottom a-ticklin’ the keys
Didn’t make much money, but I did what I pleased.
Ya bet I miss Miss Loretta and everthing that we done
But love foiled all our fun.
Come the man Jimmy James a-callin’ me out,
Wanna marry Miss Loretta, hear him holler and shout.
Holler leg full o’ liquor, a nose full toot,
And now he pull a peacemaker out his snakeskin boot and sangin’:
CHORUS 2X
Out went the lights. I went for the gun.
That’s when the killin’ begun.
Girls runnin’ and screamin’, men cussin’ and cryin’,
Bullets whizzin’ and flyin’.
Rollin’ and tumblin’ and thangs gettin’ rough.
Heard Miss Loretta holler: “Boys, enough is enough!
“Imagine me,” she said brandishin’ twin pistols,
“Some broke-ass-musicman’s Mrs.!”
Muzzles flashin’, blood on the floor.
Heard her tell Miss Katie: “Girl, bar the door!”
Then, she shot the piana, lit the curtains a far,
And now I sang while Jimmy James picks the devil’s guitar:
CHORUS
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5. |
Open Flame
04:37
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Open Flame
When I met you we became fast fiends.
You looked to me and I looked at you. You were an end to my means.
The gods gave their nods
As though they were appeased with what we’d arranged.
Now, I’m stuck down in the muck
While you sit high on your throne.
I wail and caterwaul and cry, ball, and moan,
Come quick when you call, give you my all,
Cuz I’ve grown accustomed to this pain.
I’m drawn to you like an open flame,
Waitin’ my turn to get burned once again.
Gonna sky-write your name with the smoke from my wings.
One day I’ll fly away and leave you far behind,
Break the chains of your gravity by the force of my mind.
The only thing that's keepin' me from exit speed is you know I remain.
Drawn to you like an open flame,
Waitin’ my turn to be burned once again.
Gonna sky-write your name with the smoke from my wings.
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6. |
Good Times
04:59
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Good Times
Good times are comin’ and it won’t be long.
Honey, just hold on tight and stay strong.
The seeds are sproutin’ up out o’ the ground.
The man done muzzled the hounds.
The sunset don’t sweat the dawn.
Ain’t nothin’ to fear but fear itself and fear is gone.
Come on sing along:
Good times are comin’ and it won’t be long.
The clouds are fluffy and fat and white.
The dew’s heavy most every night.
The key of faith is workin’ fast
To unlock the chains of the misery passed.
We’ll be free at last cuz
good times are comin’ and it won’t be long.
Baby, I can see you runnin’ free and wild.
And I can almost feel it when I see you smile.
I’ve heard it said and I reckon it’s so:
“As above, well, so below.”
That’s how I know
good times are comin’ and it won’t be long.
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7. |
Miss My Guns
04:52
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Miss My Guns
These walls are stone and they are gray.
Sometimes I think I’ll go insane.
So, I thought I’d write you, mama.
I know I’ve caused you pain.
If I ever get outta here, I’ll never be back again.
You know I miss you, maw.
And I sure could use the lovin’ arms and lovin’ legs of my squaw.
I miss the taste of the rain and the sweet shine of the sun.
But I gotta tell you, mama: I really miss my guns!
I miss my guns.... every time I hear that old screw slam the jailcell door
... every time that bully slams me to the floor.
You know I ain’t afraid to fight. I’d never turn and run.
But I could turn this world around right now if I only had my guns.
I know what I done was wrong.
That ain’t the way my mama raised her one and only son.
I don’t blame this old police state for puttin’ me in this cell.
I blame an empty chamber, maw, that spared a soul to tell the tale.
I could turn this world around if I only had my guns!
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8. |
Po' Folks
04:21
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Po’ Folks (For Norman Lear)
There ain’t no po’ folks on TV. Ain’t nobody looks like me.
Ain’t no tattered, shabby man diggin’ dinner out a dog food can.
Ever think it’d give me a little peace o’ mind
If I could give the world a little piece o’ mine?
Why, you’d think the only workin’ folk in this town
Was bein’ cuffed and stuffed and beatin’ down.
I heard it from the Holy Hippy’s mouth:
“Many mansions in my pappy’s house.”
How’ll they accomodate the likes of me
When they don’t even show no po’ folks on the TV?
Don’t sang no blues songs on TV,
just sang “My Company ‘Tis O’ Thee”.
They all livin’ high and they lookin’ good.
Done chased the po’ folk out the neighborhood.
I reckon I got me no call to complain.
Hell, them jazzy jangles taught me how to sang,
Taught me what counts is looks not brains,
And how I got to go and buy me two of everythang.
I heard it from the Holy Hippy’s mouth:
“Many mansions in my pappy’s house.”
How’ll they accomodate the likes of me
When they don’t even show no po’ folks on the TV?
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9. |
Gettin' Even
05:44
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Gettin’ Even
Came in that night about half past ten and every light in the house was on.
Like my dinner, your love had grown cold and I could see you was real, real gone.
I saw the birthday gown that I bought you in town
and I damn-near kicked the door off the hinge.
Commenced to rave on about your tainted love, fumin’ fantasies of revenge.
Then, I said, “No, one o’ these days I’m gonna write a song.
I’m gonna tell the whole wide world just how you done me wrong.”
I grabbed my coat and grabbed my hat, searched ‘neath the serious moonlight.
I talked to Long Tall Sally and Johnny B. Goode, but all their lips was tight.
Then, I walked through the corn leadin’ down by the river,
peeked in the window of a Chevy van.
I saw you givin’ all your candy to ol’ Jim Dandy
and some brown-eyed handsome man.
I said, “Lord, lord, you gotta help me write my song.”
Cuz, I’m gonna write me a song that makes this whole world sing
About your evil ways and how you got to change,
And everybody’s gonna lament with me: “Ain’t that a shame!”
And I’ll say, “What’s your name?” and I’ll bow and I’ll laugh
When you come to get my autograph and I’ll say,
“Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.”
Honey child, it won’t be long ‘til I write my gettin’ even song.
Well, it was 20 years ago today I swore, “I’ll never love this way again.”
But time waits for no one and time heals all and I been wonderin’ just how you been.
So, imagine the surprise in these ol' bloodshot eyes (I still can’t believe what I saw!).
With every single mouse click, you did a brand new trick on www.hotgrandma.com .
I said, “Lord, now, more than ever, you gotta help me to write my song.”
I
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10. |
Do Right Baby
06:13
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Do Right Baby
Standin’ on the corner, your hand in my hand.
Seen the time when I’d be waitin’ here for the Man.
Done filled my order of disorder and dirty deals,
Lies, and crooked lines and poison pills.
Help me, sweet Lupita. All I got is you and a notion
I’m gonna do right, baby, if it’s the last thing that I ever do right.
Mama used to tell me: “This world’s a shady place.”
Right now, there ain’t no place for me to rest beneath the shade.
Naked ‘neath the cruel skies and the eyes of the killin’ sun.
I’ve earned to burn for the doin’s that I done.
May have a whole in my sole... May have a rock in my shoe...
But I’m gonna do right, baby, if it’s the last thing that I ever do right.
Starin’ down the barrel of an offer I can’t refuse.
I’m gonna do right, baby, if it’s the last thing...
I ain’t here to affront nobody else,
Just protectin’ myself from myself.
All of the eyes of heaven can set they’re watch by you.
With me, that ain’t always been true.
Even a wretch like poor me can trail clouds o’ glory,
On my way to the pure, pure land.
Leave the past to history, I’m gonna take the time left before me
And I’m gonna do the best I can…. to do right.
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11. |
Sober Up
03:46
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Sober Up
I don’t never wanna Sober Up.
Don’t care to know what’s at the bottom of this cup.
And I can handle anything you can dish...if that’s what you wish.
I don’t never wanna Sober Up.
Don’t give a damn ‘bout what’s down or what’s up.
I can hold your liquor and swallow any pill that you will.
Moonshine beams pourin’ down like rain....
White lightnin’ nervequakes... rattlesnakes in my brain...
Sounds quite frightenin’ but I can’t complain.
I just smile and lay on.
Cuz Bump has come to grind and Push come to shove...
Bombed out of my mind and drunk on your love...
Switch off the lighthouse, bring on the fog, cuz
I don’t never wanna Sober Up.
You’ll have to pry my cold, dead lips off this cup.
I can hold your liquor and swallow any pill that you will.
When the gods are tonedeaf to my prayers and my pleas
You keep me singin’ with the birds in the trees...
Wantin’ to do unto you what the birds do to the bees...
‘Tain’t no lie. I’ll tell you why:
I’m fried like a chicken and stewed like a prune
100 proof kickin’... burn like Georgia in June...
So light headed you got me dancin' on the moon up in the sky.
You tell me: ain’t that high!
Your lips so red, your legs so long,
You look sa-right in that sarang.
Long as you keep fillin’ my cup,
I don’t never, never, never wanna Sober Up...
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12. |
Mavis
03:09
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Mavis
It’s been a long, hard road on my way back to ya, Mavis.
It’s been a long, hard, twistin’, turnin’ road.
Burnt up many a tank o’ fuel
but now I’m comin’ home to you, Mavis.
It’s been a long, hard, twistin’, turnin’ road.
I got to keep both of my eyes open wide.
Ain’t no time for sleepin’ at the wheel.
When I get you ridin’ shotgun right here by my side
With the pedal to the metal we bound to pull this here hill.
Took a lot o’ wrong, wrong turns
on my way back to ya, Mavis,
But I ain’t gonna be turned around again.
I’ve looked and I have found
all roads lead back to you, Mavis.
I’m a-comin’ for ya in the hammer lane.
Poppa wasn’t afraid to throw no hammer down
When the nails was flush and the deal had done gone south.
I ain’t gonna be afraid to throw no hammer down.
Some day I’ll swap this hammer for a crown.
Take me back home!
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13. |
Good Times (Reprise)
02:02
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