AFTER SIX
© 1967 Criterion Music Corp.

Hey there Mr Bartender now have a little pitty on me
Time is rough and a fuss is tough and I'm where I'm not supposed to be
I'll give you my watch for a fifth of Scotch
If you don't make fun cause it don't run no better than I do after six

Hey there Mr Bartender lots of things are botherin' me
There's the hydrogen bomb in Vietnam and I'm out of sigarettes since three
I'll give you my stickpen for a pint of gin
If you don't joke cause the diamond's broke
And it don't shine no better than I do after six

[acoustic guitar]

Hey there Mr Bartender you better get a drip on me
My pulse is slow when I'm about to go I need a little charity
I'll give you my shoes for a glass of booze
If you won't tell they don't smell no better than I do after six

(Oh, bartender I'll do anything for you I'll pick my guitar
Bartender you listen to me bartender)

A HOUSE SAFE FOR TIGERS
©

May your house be safe from tigers,
may you never need to die.
May your house be safe from tigers,
may you never learn to cry.
May all your times be good ones,
may they never end.
May your house be safe from tigers,
may you always be my friend.

May your house be safe from tigers,
may the kind birds fly with you.
May your house be safe from tigers,
may warm fires find your flue.
May all your wives be sweet wines
and your sons the hearts of doves.
May your house be safe from tigers,
may your house be filled with love.
May all your times be good ones,
may they never end.
May your house be safe from tigers,
may you always be my friend.

ANTHEM
© 2006 Mother Texas Music Corp.

I never had a job on Wall Street.
Never was a man of means.
There's nothing social about social security.
Never found no pork in my beans.
I always did what my mama told me.
Do so good and pay the band.
I always did what my mama told me
but I never did vote republican.
I never did vote republican.

And the stripes keep on waving
and the stars always shine
and it smells just like freedom
in this land I call mine,
in this land I call mine.

I never never started nothing.
I never never never ran.
I never fought or hurt nobody,
nobody I was bigger than.
I always did what my mama told me.
Do so good and pay that band.
I always did what my mama told me
but I never did vote republican.
I never did vote republican.

And the stripes keep on waving
and the stars always shine
and it smells just like freedom
in this land I call mine,
in this land I call mine.

A REAL LIVE FOOL
© 1965 Criterion Music Corp.

Everybody stand in line it ain't gonna cost you a dime
This show is about to start so close the door
We'll turn the lights down low turn the big spot line or so
You can see the real live fool if you never seen one before

You're lookin' at a real live fool that's me
You're lookin' at a real live fool that's me
There ain't too many of us in captivity
You're lookin' at a real live fool and you got him free

Last week I told a lie and I made my baby cry
And she said I guess I don't need your love no more
And then she walked away I ain't seen her since that day
And now I'm hurtin' in a lot of places I ain't hurt before

You're lookin' at a real live fool...

[guitar]

You're lookin' at a real live fool...

BACK ON THE ROAD
© 19?? Criterion Music Corp.

She: Racing wheels under some great old bus
He: Children's faces sometimes smile at us
She: Miles of concrete roads that run our beat
He: Twelve o'clock I guess it's time to eat
She: Hail buddy, have you got a dime?
He: Thank you friend, we'll pay you back some time.
Candy bar and a glass of water meal
She: Can't help much to change the way we feel
Everything we are is on our backs
He: Wrapped up in these old brown gummy sacks
She: Think we'll sit us down and rest our loads
He: Then we'll get back on the road.

He: Ten more miles with all the county line
She: Where we hear the people treat you kind
He: The bummer's good, the sheriff's got a dog named Male,
She: Sometimes we just sleep the night in jail
Hey, there goes Joey, he is driving 99
He: Steady and stop and let us climb some time
I know he would but the company won't let him
She: Think old Joe was our one and only friend
He: What's that noise? It's someone call our names
She: Guess it's just some children playing games
He: Think we'll sit us down and rest our loads, then we'll get back on the road.

She: Tell me Sir what do you call this town?
He: A pretty name Sir, and a pretty sound
She: It's funny Sir, our feet don't hurt no more
He: Our old backs ain't felt this good before
She: And something else Sir, while we think of it, we're not hungry Sir, no not one bit!
Is that Tommy Blake and Daddy Sue
He: Thought they died way back in '62
She: Well, thank you Sir, you are so very kind
He: We'll stay a little while if you don't mind
She: We'll sit and talk Sir, and we'll rest our loads
He: Then we'll get back on the road

BAGHDAD KNIGHTS
© 2006 Mother Texas Music Corp.

A soldier was sent
made to go and he went
to exist on the outskirts of hell.
And he wrote a letter to someone
wrote sometimes we fight
sometimes we run
it's just like playing football
…with a gun.
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh
Those Baghdad Knights!
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh
Those Baghdad Knights!

And the soldiers they stay
shoot to kill and then pray
they soon leave the outskirts of hell.
And they write their letters to loved ones
write somethimes we fight
sometimes we run
just like playing football
…with a gun.
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh
Those Baghdad Knights!
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh
Those Baghdad Knights!

And when the sun fades away
at the end of the day
and the sand in your mind starts to cool
the stars starts to shine
and they play tricks on your mind
`cause you brought your gun to school
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh
Those Baghdad Knights!
Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh
Those Baghdad Knights!

BIG RED BALLOON
© 19?? Criterion Music Corp.

Intro:
Sometimes a man and a woman spend 30 or 40 years together
and they don't belong together
And then one day one of them tries to leave and does
but in a most peculiar way

He: One of these days I'm leaving,
leaving you fool behind.
And on that day you'll be weeping,
little woman I don't mind.
Look out in the backyard, mama!
'cause I'm leaving you real soon.
Gonna fly me up to heaven
in my big red balloon.

She: You're noting but an old fool
that's all you'll ever be.
You're nothing but an old fool
you know you'll never beat me.
So stop your silly playing
it's time you settle down.
And hear me when I'm saying:
You'll never get that damn thing off the ground.

He: Oh, woman, are you looking
cause I'm almost 10 feet high, high, high
Woman stop your cooking
'cause I'll never eat that pie.
I'm on my way to heaven
might even touch the moon.
We've needed by my leaving
in my big red balloon.

She: You're noting but an old fool
that's all you'll ever be.
You're nothing but an old fool
you know you'll never beat me!
So stop your silly playing
it's time you settled down.
And hear me when I'm saying:
You'll never get that damn thing on the ground.

He: You never gave me nothing
you never were the kind.
You never gave me children
you never had the time.
Remember me just one
I was born this afternoon.
I've got it all together
in my big red balloon.

She: You're noting but an old fool
that's all you'll ever be.
You're nothing but an old fool
you know you'll never beat me.
So stop your silly playing
it's time you settle down.
And hear me when I'm saying:
You'll never get that damn thing on the ground.

I say, you won't get that on the ground.
What are your doing?
I say, bring that damn thing back down here!
Listen now you hear me
get back down here, all right?

BUYING BACK
© 19?? Criterion Music Corp.

When I was a young buck, I had all the good luck and I loved every woman I could
drinking and fighting was more than exciting
and loving was better than good.

Now, I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.
Now, I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.

The music was louder, we snored gunpowder
and the honky-tonks never did close.
The neon kept blinking, left no time for thinking
and we did what we did when we chose.

Now, I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.
Now, I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.

One night when she dared me, I married young Mary and I stayed drunk three years to the day.
She bossed me and crossed me, than walked out
and lost me and took all I had on the way.

Now, I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.
Now, I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.
Now I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.
Now I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.
Now I'm buying back, buying back, buying back what I used to give away.

BY THE WAY (I STILL LOVE YOU)
© 1965 Criterion Music Corp.

How are you how you been funny seeing you again
I'm all right hope you are too by the way I still love you
Is he nice that's fine yes he once was a friend of mine
That's okay it was my fault too by the way I still love you

Love you more than I can say love you more each day
Every breath I take every smile I fake every hour I'm awake
Well so long do come around when you're in this part of town
Happy days good luck too by the way I still love you

Love you more than I can say...
By the way I still love you by the way I still love you

DARK IN MY HEART
© 1967 Granite Music Corp.

Woke up Sunday morning and I thought that I could sing
But I can't no I can't
Woke up Sunday morning and I thought I heard bells ring
But they don't no they won't
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart

Got a letter from my mama but she didn't send no cash
Send no cash not a dime
Got a letter from my sister and she's still writin' trash
Writin' trash talked for the trash
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart

I asked a man some questions and he told me just the truth
Just the truth and I didn't believe him
I asked a girl for lovin' and she walked in the phonebooth
That ain't cool in the phonebooth
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart

Met a girl in New York and she had a lotta class
Lotta class tourist class
Took the girl to LA but she said it wouldn't last
Wouldn't last and it didn't
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart
Oh it's dark it's dark in my heart

DOLLY AND HAWKEYE
© 19?? Criterion Music Corp.

She'll be thirty two in July
And she's only known one man
A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye
Sometimes he sold pots and pans
He came to her house late one summer
When she was ripe and twenty two
He stayed awhile with her that summer
And if he left we never knew

And he called her Dolly
And he called her Dolly
And he called....
Called her Dolly

She hasn't spoken since that summer
Her hair has turned a silver grey
Her eyes turned yellow like the roses
She weeds and waters everyday
And people come to buy the roses
But sell them one she will not do
She sits there in her six foot garden
And counts the roses two-by-two

And he called her Dolly
And he called her Dolly
And he called....
Called her Dolly

One day a man came by to see her
He said he was Hawkeye's best friend
He wondered had she'd seen old Hawkeye
Her yellows eyes smiled up at him
She turned and walked down to her garden
And picked two roses of her choice
And when she gave them to the stranger
He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice

And he called her Dolly
And he called her Dolly
And he called....
Called her Dolly

EASY AND ME
©

We rode on trains with hunger and pain but we didn't cry
Easy and me and some other guy
We hook some rides, stood side by side and watch cars go by
Easy and me and some other guy
The days and the nights we cared for each other
The wrongs and the rights we shared with each other
Then one day last week she kissed my cheek and whispered goodbye
Then Easy walked on with some other guy

FOUR KINDS OF LONELY
© 1965 Criterion Music Corp.

Johnny Blakely robbed the bank way down in El Paso
He got thirty four dollars and a sack of green stamps I know
He didn't tell nobody but his little red-headed girl friend
She turned him in again and again

And now he's four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry one big kind of mad kind of mad

Mildred wadn't pretty but she had a good looking man
One night she introduced him to her best girl friend named Dan
Yeah they borrowed Mildred's car and they went down to Mexico
Got married I know Mildred told me so

And now she's four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry one big kind of mad kind of mad

One day I let a stranger take a look at my huntin' gun
He said it sure were shiny and he wished that he had one
Well he turned round and pointed my gun straight at me and then
Said stick 'em up friend I never saw him again

And now I'm four kinds of lonely three kinds of sad
Two kinds of sorry one big kind of mad yeah I'm kind of mad

FRED FREUD
© 2006 Mother Texas Music Corp.

Hello young fella my name is Fred Freud
I hear you suffer neurotic afflictions,
you act like a boy but you're really a man
could your mama have caused these conditions?
No kisses are poses can cure your neurosis or set a new time on your clock,
have a few drinks tonight
go start a fight you just need a shot
of some Bach!

Hello young lady my name is Fred Freud
I hear you suffer from neurvous connipcions,
I come in your life to brighten your days
to write you a sterling prescription.
Your mind is all boozy
constricted and boozy
the pounding you hear is your own heart!
Go buy a red sweater the more you feel beter
you just need a shot of Mozart!

Hello young crazy my name is Fred Freud
you say you suffer a serial syndrome,
but only kills snakes that nests in your mind
that look like your father and ...
Lady you know in the black down below
goes by the name of Miss Pinsky,
thinks she's queen of the block
but she only play rock
what you need is a shot of Stravinsky!

Hey that ain't Stravinsky!

FRIDAY'S CHILD
© 1965 Atlantic Music Corp.

Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
Friday's child, her sister's misery
Friday's child, her daddy they call hard times
Friday's child, that's me

Friday's child, born a little ugly
Friday's child, good looks passed her by...oh
Friday's child, makes something look like nothing
Friday's child, am I...ya

Friday's child, never climbed no mountain
Friday's child, she ain't even gonna try...oh
Friday's child, whom they'll forgot to bury
Friday's child, am I

GYPSIES AND INDIANS
©

Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be

I saw her standing by the river
Gypsy guitar in her hand
She sang a song that would haunt me
Again, again and again

Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be

I felt the fire in his red skin
As we lay down in the sand
And we made love by the blood moon
Again, again and again

Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be

When I awoke he had left me
His arrows lay in the sand
I'll pray he'll come back and take me
Again, again and again

Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
God cut us from the same tree
Gypsies and Indians
Gypsies and Indians
No place to go no place to be
No place to go no place to be

Repeat chorus

HOME (I'M HOME)
© 1967 Criterion Music Corp.

(La la la la la La la la la la...)

He don't have to work at his job no more
He don't have to be like he was before
Got no money that he can spend somebody took good care of him
And he's home ah that boy's home

She don't have to worry bout the size or her weight
She don't have to worry bout the wrinkles on her face
Got her a man life is sweet there's prettier girls still walkin' the streets
But she's home ah that girl's home

(La la la la la La la la la la...)

I don't have to run if I wanna stay
And I don't have to do what people say
Found my place in the sun I do what I like and I like what I've done
And I'm home ah this boy's home

HOUSTON
© 1965 Criterion Music Corp.

Well it's lonesome in this big town everybody puts me down
I'm a face without a name just a walkin' in the rain
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston

I got holes in both of my shoes and I'm a walkin' case of the blues
I saw a dollar yesterday but the wind blew it away
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston

I haven't eaten in about a week and I'm so hugry when I walk I squeak
Nobody calls me friend it's sad the shape I'm in
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston
[ harmonica ]
I got a girl waitin' there for me where at least she said she'd be
I got a home and a big warm bed and a feather pillow for my head
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston

I take a bus or take an old freight train I come ride or walk it's all the
same
I'm goin' back where they know my face and I'm never gonna leave that place
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston

Well it's lonesome in this big town everybody puts me down
I'm a face without a name yeah I'm a walkin' in the rain

HUTCHINSON JAIL
© 1965 Criterion Music Corp.

Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail

Somebody help me please I'm as helpless as can be
And I don't know what my life is comin' to
They say I shot a man but I never shot I ran
That was my first mistake I'm telling you

Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail
Yeah it's cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail

I got a wife in Wichita and a girl in Saginaw
And they both ain't heard from me in some time
I hate to disappoint 'em both but some feller under oath
Said I did it and they believed his story not mine

Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail...

Snow's all over the ground there ain't one robin around
That I'd trust to carry a message to a friend
Guess I'll just stay here till spring sure wish I knew what's spring
They'd let me out so I can start again

Ah it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail...
Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold in the Hutchinson Jail

I'M GLAD I NEVER
© 1971 Lee Hazlewood Music Corp.

In the beginning there was nothing
but it was kind of fun watching nothing grow

You came walkin' into my life
Carryin' your own dreams
You could've been
Yeah, you could've been good
Then why were you so goddamn mean
But till you I never had any fun But I'm sure glad I never
Ain't you glad I never
Be glad I never owned a gun

I`D RATHER BE YOUR ENEMY
©

Spoken intro:
And one day I'll turn around and she'll be standing there, and I'll wonder how she'll look, how she'll act and what she'll say.
I know what I'll say, and I thinik I'll write a song about it one day.

Love's a game
And it's a shame
But sometimes you don't win
But don't you do what others do
When I see you again

'Cause I'd rather be your enemy
Then hear you call me friend
I'd rather be your enemy
Then hear you call me friend

In a time
When I was blind
I let you take me in
But don't you do what others do
When I see you again

'Cause I'd rather be your enemy
Then hear you call me friend
I'd rather be your enemy
Then hear you call me friend

You know I'd rather be your enemy
Then hear you call me friend
I'd rather be your enemy
Then hear you call me friend

I HAD A FRIEND
©

I had a friend named Bill
He lived over there on that big hill
I went to see him yesterday
Then I heard someone say
You're just in time to be to late
We shot Bill this morning
He read some books we didn’t appreciate
So we shot Bill this morning
You missed the crowd all filled with hate
We burned his house last night at eight
Ain’t you’re sorry that you're late
We shot Bill this morning

I had a friend named Sam
Sam was a mighty man
I went to see him yesterday
Then I heard someone say
You're just in time to be to late
We hung Sam this morning
He had ideas he thought were great
We hung Sam this morning
He said all men should be free
But we know this can never be
So we hung him to a tree
We hung Sam this morning

I'LL LIVE YESTERDAYS
©

Spoken intro:
Seems we`re always doing something to hurt each other. But you know you never really hurt me, until the fourth verse of this song.

Blue eyes looking through an old grey curtain
somebody forgot to pull down.
Spider web memories hiding for certain
the lonely faces of clowns,
running on beaches surrounded by leaches.
You never see children at play.
If there’s no tomorrow for us,
then I’ll live yesterdays.

Was love the stranger that stood in the doorway
and begged us to come in.
Hungry and eager we ran to the keyhole
and listened for voices of friends.
People were lying and people were crying.
We never heard children at play.
If there’s no tomorrow for us,
then I’ll live yesterdays.

Ride on the wing of a stereo cowboy
and different is what you will be.
Lie on the floor and let four hands touch you
and two of the hands will be me.
No one is coming, yet someone is coming
oh could it be children to play?
If there’s no tomorrow for us,
then I’ll live yesterdays.

Dark is the canyon where life is beginning
and secrets are easy to keep.
Soft is the baby that’s resting inside you
so take it please while it’s asleep.
Knives that have touched you when others have touched you
have taken our children away.
If there’s no tomorrow for us,
then I’ll live yesterdays.

Love is the night that has taken you from me
and strangers are steelin' my sleep.
Cigarette mountains and fantasy fountains
and I lay me down to weep.
But something inside me cannot be denied
there must be some children to play.
If there’s no tomorrow for us,
then I’ll live yesterdays.

I MIGHT BREAK EVEN
© 1964 Criterion Music (ASCAP)

My old barn's about to cave in
It'll fall right on the house I'm in
My burial insurance is overdue again
Still I might break even this year

Well I got me a job and I had it made
I worked three weeks but I didn't get paid
Somebody stole my only chicken at late
Still I might break even this year

Well a taxman says he don't mean me no harm
But if I don't pay, they're gonna take my farm
If they do that just as sure as you're born
I might break even this year

A republican's vote fifty cents and a wink
A democrat's vote a dollar and a drink
If I vote for 'em both, I'll do better I think
And I might break even this year

I MOVE AROUND
© 1966 Criterion Music (ASCAP)

I've seen the Golden Gate in San Francisco Bay
I've seen the Empire State and walked down ol' Broadway
I've seen the northern lights in some Alaskan town
Since I saw you with him I move I move around

I've seen a movie star at Hollywood and Vine
I've seen the Zanzibar and heard the Big Ben chime
I've seen the Eiffel and I'd been in New Cape Town
Since I saw you with him I move I move around

[strings]

I've seen a matador in Barcelona cry
I've seen old Singapore the bridge on river Kwai
I've seen the Mardi Gras and been in One Horse town
Since I saw you with him I move I move around
I move around I move around

IN OUR TIME
© 1967 Granite Music (ASCAP)

People used to bill and coo
But that don't make it with you
Coz there's other things we do
In our time, baby
In our time, yeah
In our time, baby
In our time

Girls were once suffragettes
Now they're out takin' bets
Smokin' filter cigarettes
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time

Holdin' hands in the Louvre
Used to be such a groove
Now some take trips and never move
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time

Mickey Mouse ain't no kid
Since he read the Wizard of Id
He's trying to figure out what he did
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time

Housewives dig rock 'n' roll
If you're wrong you've got soul
If you're twenty then you're old
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
Our own sweet time

In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time, yeah
In our time....

JOSE
© 1967 Criterion Music (ASCAP)

In a small village near La Paz Mexico lived a boy not so many years ago
And hunger was his enemy every day but he never begged the boy called José
And every day he worked in the fields as he worked well

And when the night came this boy slept where he fell
And the earth was the only mother he ever knew some people say
And she gave him strenght and he grew to be a man called José (José José)

One Sunday afternoon this young man saw his first bullfight
And his blood ran hot and he couldn't sleep that night
And as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say
Now you know why you were born José

And he lived for one thing and nothing more he had to be the very best matador
And when he killed his first bull one bright Sunday
You could hear a lace a hundred miles for José (José José)

And as his fame grew his fortune grew too but he gave much of this fortune
away
Because he knew that other's fight is old enemy hunger every day
And so many times he heard God bless you José

And the years passed and Jose said I'll fight great bulls no more
The younger men they better sooth it for
The Sunday game with its blood and its death to pay
You'll soon forget the matador José (José José)

And the next morning we found him lying on the ground
He didn't move he didn't make a sound
And yet we heard from somewhere someone say
Welcome home my little boy José (José José José José)

KARI
© 1973 Lee Hazlewood Music (ASCAP)

oh Kari I'm coming home
oh Kari I'm coming home
Gatorade and lemonade
and lying naked in the shade
pretending that I got it made by than
sniff and stuff and dip and snuff
till I think I have enough
and then I gonna get up if I can
oh Kari I'm coming home
oh Kari I'm coming home

the sky is green and in between
somebody says the water's clean
but I bet's just a dream by
the President is popping pilles
and paying all the old folks' bills
and wearing a silver spoon around his neck
oh Kari I'm coming home
oh Kari I'm coming home

an evil eye from the FBI
came walking by and caught my eye
and I told him carefully buddy I am James Bond (don't show)
he caught my bluff and took my stuff
and hit me till he'd had enough
and took me to a place I'm not fond of
oh Kari I won't be home
oh Kari I won't be home

L.A. LADY
©

Spoken intro:
It's been said that all good things were made in heaven, but somehow I have the feeling that the first time we said 'I love you' to each other, the gods must have turned their backs and laughed out loud.

When you're up you're a king, when you're down you're nothing.
Why? Because I told me so.
When you're back against the wall, you got no place to fall.
Why? Because I told me so.
Go ahead and sing your lips that song. I already know what's wrong with you, I do.
You miss your L.A. LADY
Love is short, love is long. She then took her ass and was gone.
Why? Because she told me so.
When you don't know what you can do, let someone do it for you.
Why? Because I told me so.
Go ahead and sing your lips that song. I already know what's wrong with you, I do.
You miss your L.A. LADY
Go ahead and sing your lips that song. I already know what's wrong with you, I do.
You miss your L.A. LADY

LEATHER AND LACE
©

Leather and lace hangin' in place and the fire was as warm as the wine
the leather was hot the lace it was not so she left my side for a time
ran into town leaving her gown in a place by the door
now the leather and lace still hangs in place but I never see her anymore
Leather and lace hangin' in place and desire was as warm as the wine
the leather was sure the lace couldn't 'dure and endure I did for a time
then I run to town leaving my gown with a face like the red lace I wore
now the leather and lace still hang in place but I never see him anymore
Leather and lace hangin' in place and desire was as warm as the wine
the leather was hot the lace it was not so she left my side for a time
then I run to town leaving my gown with a face like the red lace I wore
now the leather and lace still hang in place but I never see him anymore

LIGHTNING'S GIRL
©

I told you that I'm Lightning's girl
But you keep hangin' round
If Lightning ever catches you
He's got to put you down

(spoken) About six feet!

Stay away from Lightning's girl
And this part of town
Stay away from Lightning's girl
Or he'll put you down...yeah

Better stop your groovin' round
Another rooster's hen
If Lightning ever catches you
He's got to do you in

(spoken) In about two minutes!

Stay away from Lightning's girl
And this part of town
Stay away from Lightning's girl
Or he'll put you down

Here comes Lightning down the street
While you just stand there talkin'
If I were you I'd start to move
And tell my story walkin'

(spoken) About a hundred miles an hour!

Stay away from Lightning's girl
And this part of town
Stay away from Lightning's girl
Or he'll put you down

Stay away from Lightning's g-i-r-l
Stay away from Lightning's g-i-r-l
Stay away from Lightning's g-i-r-l
Stay away from Lightning's g-i-r-l

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE (LITTLE MISS RAIN)
©

Spoken intro:
Sometimes it`s difficult to remember the good times but I know there were some. There was your birthday and Christmases and rabbits named Friday; and once I start remembering the good times, it seems there were only good times.

Look in the heaven, what do you see?
Angels are making something for me?
Two drops of happy, one pinch of pain
I`ll call her little miss sunshine, little miss rain

Two eyes much bluer then I have ever seen
And on my birthday they were turned to green
Two drops of happy, one pinch of pain
I`ll call her little miss sunshine, little miss rain

I know so pretty, but not a perfect side
And in good mornings a little to the right
Two drops of happy, one pinch of pain
I'll call her little miss sunshine, little miss rain

A mouth full of honey, so the bees won't sting.
Her hair is golden like an angel's ring.
Two drops of happy, one pinch of pain.
I`ll call her little miss sunshine, little miss rain.
A little miss sunshine, little miss rain.

LONE RANGER AIN'T MY FRIEND ANYMORE
©

Last week you said we leave you
every word you say was true
but last night I saw you kissin'
a kissin' on somebody new
and since that happened

I don't believe in Chicago
or that old Eastern bunny like my four
I won't be good till Christmas
and the lone ranger ain't my friend anymore

Last week you introduced me
to a guy named Fred at your place
but last night when you came home
you had Fred all over you face
and since that happened

I don't believe in Chicago
or that old Eastern bunny like my four
I won't be good till Christmas
and the lone ranger ain't my friend anymore

You can never say what his name was
just left this silver bullit split
or was it the other way
and the lone ranger ain't my friend anymore
anymore anymore anymore

LONG BLACK TRAIN
© 1963 Guitar Music

Back when I was ten Jim was my best friend
We'd go down to the station and watched the trains come in
The long black train the long black train

Some day I told my friend we'll ride that train and then
We'll make a fortune for ourselves and we'll ride it home again
The long black train the long black train

As we grew older Jim grew wilder than the wind
He robbed the bank in our hometown and they sent me after him
On the long black train the long black train

And so I cut my friend twelve men convicted him
Ninety nine years is what he got I'll bet it seems like a hundred to Jim
He'll miss the long black train the long black train

LOOK AT THAT WOMAN
© 1963 Guitar Music

Look at that woman standin' there look at that woman ain't she fair
Look at that woman seems so fine
Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine
Anybody else of but mine

She can't cook and she can't love and she ain't worth a dime
And Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine

Face like a child body so nice eyes like an angel heart cold as ice
Look at that woman seems so fine
Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine
Anybody else of but mine

She can't cook and she can't love...
[ harmonica ]
Look at that woman

LOVE EYES
©

Love eyes, baby you sure got
Love eyes, turn me on a lot
My world lies right there
in your love eyes
Your love eyes

Love eyes, keep me all up tight
Love eyes, huh, make
me do what's right
My world lies right there
in your love eyes
Your love eyes

You know I know you know,
everything I do
'Coz everything I do you know
I do it just for you
Take me in your arms, make me realize
All I ever need is in your love eyes
Mmm, nothin' else will do

Love eyes yeah, they keep my lovin' true
My world lies right there
in your love eyes
Baby you sure got
Love eyes, yeah they turn me on a lot
My world lies right there
in your love eyes
Your love eyes

LOVING YOU, LOVING ME
© 2002 Criterion Music Corp.

Standin' on some muddy roadside
With my back turned toward the rain
I think I'm twenty miles from somewhere
I know I'm thirty years insane
And my shoes ain't worth tyin'
Like my life there wearin' thin
And if it wasn't for the dyin'
Lord I'd like to try again

Loving you
Loving you
Loving me

And the rain just keeps on raining
And the cars keep rolling by
And there ain't no use complaining
So I'll just stand here and cry
And sometimes I remember
When we climbed the walls in sin
God I hope that you're forgiven
Cos I'd like to try again

Loving you
Loving you
Loving me

And I know why I haven't seen you
For at least a thousand days
But I still know what you feel like
And I know your woman ways
And If I had the nerve I'd find you
I'd take you in my arms and then...
I'd hold you till you told me
Lord I'd like to try again

Loving you
Loving you
Loving me

Loving you
Loving you
Loving me

ME AND CHARLIE
© 1965 Criterion Music Corp.

Me and Charlie shot a man this morning
He was such a dreary man this morning
His gun was fast and that's a fact so Charlie shot him in the back
Me and Charlie shot a man this morning
(Sing a song some more that's what you live for)

Me and Charlie shot a man this morning
He was such a greedy man this morning
Devide his gold he would not do so Charlie shot him half into
Me and Charlie shot a man this morning
(Sing a song some more that's what you live for)

Me and Charlie we got shot this morning
Boy it hurt an awful lot this morning
Charlie died what could I do so I lay down and I'll die too
Me and Charlie we got shot this morning
(Sing a song some more) there ain't no more (that's what you live for)

MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING I LOVED
©

Spoken intro:
Probably the only comforting thing about losing someone you love is when you discover there are so many others riding the same train as you.

You're looking sick and your head is hanging down
You look like you have been living under the ground
An old man said to me yesterday:
'Don't you know what's the matter with you?
Don't you know what to say?'
And I said it:
Must have been, must have been, must have been, must have been something I loved.

I know a man looks better than you
And he's been dead for a week or two.
An old man said to me yesterday:
'Don't you know what's the matter with you?
Don't you know what to say?'
And I said it:
Must have been, must have been, must have been, must have been something I loved.

I know what you've been going through
'Cause look at me, I'm twenty-two.
An old man said to me yesterday:
'Don't you know what's the matter with you?
Don't you know what to say?'
And I said it:
Must have been, must have been, must have been, must have been something I loved.

MY AUTUMN'S DONE COME
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye
Give everyone a penny that cry
You can throw all my tranquil' pills away
Let my blood pressure go on its way
For my autumn's done come
My autumn's done come. Done come

Let those 'I-don't-care-days' begin
I'm tired of holdin' my stomach in
No more slinky folk dollars for me
I'll take Sears & Roebuck dollars gladly
For my autumn's done come
My autumn's done come. Done come

Bring me water short and scotch tall
A big long black cigar that ain't all
Hang me a hammock between two big trees
Leave me alone, damned! Let me do as I please
For my autumn's done come
My autumn's done come. Done come.

MY BABY CRIED ALL NIGHT LONG
© 1966 Granite Music Corp.

My baby cried all night long my baby cried all night long
She saw me dancin' with a girl named Flow
A huggin' and a kissin' with the lights down low
And my baby cried all night long

Ah my baby cried all night long my baby cried all night long
She saw me messin' with a girl named Sue
And baby can't do what Sue can do
And my baby cried all night long
[ strings ]
Last night I cried all night long (this is the sad part)
Last night I cried oh yeah all night long
I saw my baby out on the town
Doin' all the things I done and Lord it brought me down
And you can bet I cried all night long
Last night I cried all night long

And the moral of this story is that you shouldn't be caught messin'
Where you shouldn't been messin' or you'll end up cryin' all night long
And that's when I end up cryin' all night long
Cause I was caught messin' where I shouldn't been messin'