lkk@mit-eddie.UUCP (Larry Kolodney) (05/12/85)
It's All Over Now (Baby Blue) by Bob Dylan 1/76
You must leave, now take what you need you think will last
Whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun;
He is crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out; all those saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue,
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty handed painter from your street
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
The sky too is folding under you,
And it's all over now Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed armies are going home.
Your lover who has just walked out your door
has taken all his blankets off the floor.
The carpet too is moving under you,
And it's all over now Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you
Forget about the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew,
And it's all over now Baby Blue,
And it's all over now Baby Blue,
And it's all over now Baby Blue.
I've Been All Around the World trad. arranged by the Grateful Dead
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh Lord, I been all around this world.
Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door.
Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door.
Before I have to walk in with my old 'forty-four.
Oh Lord, I been all around this world.
Momma and Poppa, little sister makes three.
Momma and Poppa, little sister makes three.
They're comin' in the mornin'; that's the last you'll see of me.
Oh Lord, I been all around this world.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind your hangin', boys, but you wait in jail so long.
Oh Lord, I been all around this world.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh Lord, I been all around this world.
Jack-A-Roe traditional, arranged by the Grateful Dead
There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you we'll tell
Oh the truth to you we'll tell
She had sweethearts a plenty, and men of high degree
But none but Jack the sailor, her true love ever be
Oh her true love ever be
Jackie's gone a sailing, with trouble on his mind
He's left his native country and his darling girl behind
Oh his darling girl behind
She went down to a tailor shop and dressed in man's array
She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away
Oh convey herself away
Before you get on board sir, your name we'd like to know
She smiled on her countenance, they called her Jack-A-Roe
Oh they called her Jack-A-Roe
I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small
Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball
Oh to face the cannonball
I know my waist's too slender, my fingers they are small
but it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall
Oh to see ten thousand fall
The war soon being over she went and looked around
among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found
Oh her darling boy she found
She picked him up on in her arms and carried to the town
she sent for a physician to quickly heal his wounds
Oh to quickly heal his wounds
This couple they got married so well they did agree
This couple they got married so why not you and me?
Oh why not you and me?
Oh why not you and me?
Jack Straw by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter 1/76
We can share the women, we can share the wine.
We can share what we got of yours cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin' , justa mile to go;
Keep on rollin', my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent.
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.
We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And once for sport and once for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shakin', now the die must fall.
There ain't no winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
Not with all.
Leaving Texas, fourth day of July,
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles fill the sky.
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Sante Fe,
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride,
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride,
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon, we'll keep him from the sun,
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,
He dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.
Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light,
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women, we can share the wine.
Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the pines 'mong the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.
The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rythmn that the drivers made.
People passin' by would stop and say
"My my, but that little country boy can play !"
Go go, go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny B. Goode.
His momma told him "Someday you will be a man."
"You will be the leader of a big old band
There'll be people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode Tonight'."
Go go, go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny B. Goode.
Lazy Lightning by Bob Weir and John Barlow
Lazy lightning sleepy fire in your eyes
It's like desire in disguise
I keep on tryin' but I, I can't get through
Lazy lightning, I'd like to find the proper potion
That's gonna capture your emotion
You're right beside me but I, I can't get through
You're a loop of lazy lightning,
Just a loop of lazy lightning,
Must admit you're kinda frightning
But you really get me high
So exciting, when I hear your velvet thunder,
Seems one day I start to wonder
Would you come closer if I, if I asked you to?
So inviting, the way you're messing with my reason
It's an exception but it's pleasing
Tell me a lie and I will swear, I'll swear it's true.
You're a loop of lazy lightning (Lazy lightning)
Just a loop of lazy lightning (Lazy lightning)
Must admit you're kinda frightning
Just a loop of lazy lightning
Put the fire in my eyes (Lightning)
Put the fire every time (Lightning)
Put the fire in my heart (Lightning)
Well come on lazy lightning.
Just a loop of lazy lightning
Misty lightning, well you always electrify me
Someday I know you'll satisfy me
And all that lightning will be my lightning too.
My lightning too. (My lightning too)
Just a loop of lazy lightning (My lightning too)
My lightning too (My lightning too)
Just a loop of lazy lightning (My lightning too)
My lightning too (My lightning too)
Oh come on lazy lightning (My lightning too)
Well, dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're making me feel now
Well, I need some indication, girl, if all of this is real now
Tell me girl now
Well, I've heard it said there's something wrong in my head, now
Got to help me, girl, now
Could it be infatuation or am I just being misled now?
Little bolt of inspiration
Way you strike me now
She's back in my imagination, got the lightning now
Cause me such excitation, got the lightning now
'Bout to end my suffocation, come on strike me now
Little bolt of inspiration
Way you strike me now
She's back in my imagination
Let Me Sing Your Blues Away by Robert Hunter and Keith Godchaux 10/76
Gonna hop in the hack and turn on the key,
pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free,
not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day,
push in the button, let the top ten play.
Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.
Give me a little of that old time love,
cause I ain't never had near enough.
Honey, walk that walk with style and grace,
this ain't no knock-down drag-out race.
It don't matter much, pick any gear,
grind you a valve and drop the rear.
Baby, baby what can I say,
I'm here to drive those blues away.
I sent a letter to a man I know,
said, "One for the money, two for the show."
Wait all summer for his reply
said, "Three to get ready and four to fly."
Only two things in the world I love,
that's rock 'n roll and my turtle dove.
When I was a young man I needed good luck,
but I'm a little bit older now and I know my stuff.
Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.
Come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
come on honey, let me sing 'em away,
Woh honey, let me sing your blues away.
Lindy by ???
I know they're gonna run take me
When they get across the sea
Ever' chance, those women; Watch-it's amazing
It's all safe and now sugar baby
Oh Mama, don't you weep and moan,
Uncle Sam got your man and gone.
Now then they're doin' the Lyndon Bird across the sea.
Oh Mama, how can it be,
You went way across the sea
Just to keep from doing that Lyndon fight with me
Oh baby, well I done just told'ja now
Oh Mama, don't you weep and moan,
Uncle Sam got your man and gone.
Now then they're doin' the Lyndon fight across the sea.
I asked her for a piece of banana;
She said, "Let me play the blues on your piano
And then I'll do that Lyndon thing with you."
Mary had a dream about a submarine.
I asked her for a glass of payolla;
She said "Let me play the blues on your Victrola,
And then I'll do that Lyndon fight with you."
Looks Like Rain by Bob Weir and John Barlow 10/74
I woke today, felt your side of bed
The covers were still warm where you'd been laying.
You were gone, my heart was filled with dread,
You might not be sleeping here again.
It's alright, I love you,
That's not going to change
Run me round
Make me hurt again and again.
But I'll still sing you love songs,
Written in the letters of your name,
And pray the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.
Did you ever waken to the sound
Of street cats makin love
And guess from their cries
You were listening to a fight?
Well you know, hate's just the last
Thing they're thinking of,
They're only trying to make it through the night.
I only want to hold you,
I don't want to tie you down,
Or fence you in the lines
I might have drawn.
It's just that I--
I've gotten used to having you around
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.
It's alright, I love you,
That's not going to change
Run me round
Make me hurt again and again.
But I'll still sing you love songs,
Written in the letters of your name,
And pray the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.
Oh--it looks like rain,
Oh--It surely looks like rain...
Oh--it looks like rain,
Oh--It surely looks like rain...
Oh--it looks like rain,
Oh--It surely looks like rain...
Loose Lucy by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 10/76
Loose Lucy is my delight,
she come runnin' and we ball all night,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
don't take much to get me on the ground.
She's my yo-yo, I'm her string,
listen to the birds on the hot wire sing,
yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh
singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!"
I got jumped coming home last night,
shadow in the alley turned out all my lights,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
don't take much to get me on the ground.
Loose Lucy, she was sore,
says I know you don't want my love no more,
yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh
singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!"
Be-bop baby how can this be?
I know you been out a' cheating on me,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
don't take much to get the word around.
Cross my heart and hope to die,
I was just hanging out with the other guys,
yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh
singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!"
Went back home with two black eyes,
you know I'll love ya til the day I die,
round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
don't take much to get the word around.
I like your smile but I ain't your type,
don't shake the tree when its fruit ain't ripe,
yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
singing yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh-yeh yeh,
singing, "Thank you, for a real good time!"
The Loser by Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter and Bill Kreutzmann 10/75
If I had a gun for every ace I've drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene.
Don't you push me baby,
cause I'm moanin' low,
and you know I'm only in it for the gold.
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars,
and I can pay you back with one good hand.
You can look around about the wide world over,
and you'll never find another honest man.
Last fair deal in the country, sweet Susie,
last fair deal in the town,
put your gold money where your love is baby,
before you let my deal go down.
Don't you push me baby,
cause I'm moanin' low,
Well, I know a little something you won't never know.
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee,
gonna get up in the morning and go.
Everybody's bragging, and drinking that wine,
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines.
Come to daddy, on an inside straight,
well, I've got no chance of losing this time,
well, I've got no chance of losing this time,
well, I've got no chance of losing this time.
Mama Tried by Merle Haggard
First thing I remember knowin'
Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town,
Not knowin' where I's bound.
No one could change my mind but mama tried.
One and only rebel child
In a fam'ly meek and mild,
Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
In spite of all my sunday learnin',
For the bad I kept on turnin';
Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty one in prison
Doin' life without parole.
No one could steer me right
But mama tried, mama tried,
Mama tried to raise me better
But her pleadin' I denied,
That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried.
Dear old daddy, rest his soul,
Left my mom a heavy load.
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Workin' hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best,
She tried to raise me right but I refused.
And I turned twenty one in prison
Doin' life without parole.
No one could steer me right
But mama tried, mama tried,
Mama tried to raise me better
But her pleadin' I denied,
That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried.
That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried.
Me and Bobby McGee by Kristofferson and Foster 4/75
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandana,
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobby clappin' hands,
We finally sang near ever song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
>From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done,
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds,
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' was all she left for me.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
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larry kolodney (The Devil's Advocate)
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