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Black Jack Davey
03:45
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Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' through,
Whistlin' and a-singin'
Made the woods around him sing
And charmed the heart of a lady,
He charmed the heart of a lady
"How old are you my pretty little miss,
How old are you my honey?"
She answered him with a loving smile
"I'll be sixteen on Sunday,
I'll be sixteen on Sunday"
"Come ride with me my pretty little miss,
Come ride with me my honey,
I'll take you where the grass is green
And you'll never want for money,
You'll never want for money
"Pull off, pull off your high-heeled boots
All made of the Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'll ride off together
We'll both ride off together"
Well she pulled off her high-heeled boots
All made of the Spanish leather
Got behind him on his horse
And they rode off together
They both rode off together
Her husband came home late that night
Inquiring for his lady
The servant spoke before she thought,
"She's gone with Black Jack Davey,
Run off with Black Jack Davey"
"Go saddle me up my coal-black stud,
he's speedier than the grey
I rode all day and I'll ride all night
And overtake my lady,
Yes, I'll bring home my lady"
Well he rode all night till the break of dawn
when he came to a river ragin'
There he spied his darlin' bride
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey
"Pull off, pull off your long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
And we'll ride home together,
We'll both ride home together"
Well she pulled off her long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Gave to him her lily-white hand
But said goodbye forever,
She bid farewell forever
"Oh will you forsake your house and home,
Will you forsake your baby?
Will you forsake your husband, too,
For the love of Black Jack Davey,
To go with Black Jack Davey?"
"Well I forsook my house and home
And I forsook my baby
And I'll forsake my husband, too,
For the love of Black Jack Davey
I love my Black Jack Davey
Last night I slept on a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I'll sleep on the cold wet ground
In the arms of Black Jack Davey,
I love my Black Jack Davey"
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2. |
Morning Person
02:10
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Well I ain't no morning person
As you can plainly tell
When that sunlight hits my eyes
I curse it all to Hell
Just make my strong and black
And somehow I'll endure
No, I ain't no morning person
That's for sure
At seven my alarm goes off
And I just hit the snooze
Another day's a-startin'
And it's giving me the blues
A day of toil and drudgery
It's more than I can take
Just let me stay in bed
For heaven's sake!
I said, I ain't no morning person
As you can plainly tell
When that sunlight hits my eyes
I curse it all to Hell
Just make my strong and black
And somehow I'll endure
No, I ain't no morning person
That's for sure
Hit that snooze, baby...
Oh, mornings find me grouchy
And ornery to boot
I hear that rooster crowing
And it's him I wanna shoot
So go and have your breakfast
And don't wake me up too soon
Just poke me with a stick
When it's past noon
I said I ain't no morning person
As you can plainly tell
When that sunlight hits my eyes
I curse it all to Hell
Just make my strong and black
And somehow I'll endure
Oh, I ain't no morning person
That's for sure
No, I ain't no morning person
That's for sure!
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Rich man, you look at my clothing
And the tumble-down shack I call home
You may thing that luck has forsaken me
And I reckon you'd not be alone
But these clothes are just fine for working
And the shack is a palace to me
For when I step inside, I greet with pride
a loving family
There's poverty of pocket
Of spirit, and of mind
The only wealth I care for
Is friendship so true and kind
This world has many a mystery
But one thing I know for sure
I'll never want for the needs of the heart
Rich man, I ain't so poor
Well I've never travelled in first class
In a big ship across the wide sea
Never rode on the rails in a Pullman
A freight car is just fine by me
Just gimme my hat and my satchel
and a good walking stick in my hand
There are wonders to see when you're wandering free
Just a-ramblin' across this great land
There's poverty of pocket...
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4. |
Drinkin' with the Devil
03:16
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I'm drinking with the Devil in an old ghost town
We been pounding shots since the sun went down, hey hey, hey hey
Honey won't you put on your Sunday dress
When you're drinking with the devil, well you better look your best, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day
Drinking with the devil in an empty saloon
Raisin' our glasses to the harvest moon, hey hey, hey hey
Drinking moonshine whiskey from a broken cup
Don't need a watch to tell me my time is up, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day
Drinking with the Devil and it's plain to see
The very last round's gonna be on me, hey hey, hey hey
No there ain't no saving my worthless soul
So put a quarter in the jukebox, gimme that rock n roll, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day
Drinking with the Devil and I'm feeling just swell
Me and ol' Scratch, we gonna raise some hell, hey hey, hey hey
So pour another pint of your blackest stout stout
I'll be tossing 'em back 'til the bottom falls right out, hey hey
And I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day
No, I don't give a damn what the preacher man say
I'll be drinking with the Devil on Judgement Day
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5. |
Little Sadie
03:23
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Went out one night to make a little round
Saw Little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home, jumped into bed
.44 pistol under my head
Woke up next morning 'bout a half past nine
The hack and the buggies were standing in line
Gents and gamblers standing around
To take Little Sadie to her burying ground
I started in thinking what a deed I'd done
Grabbed my hat and I started to run
Made a good run, just a little to slow
They overtook me in Jericho
I was standing on the corner, just a-reading a bill
Up steps the Sheriff of Thomasville
He said "Son, is your name Lee Brown?
Remember the night you shot Sadie Down?"
I said "Yes, oh yes, my name is Lee,
And I shot Little Sadie in the first degree
First degree and the second degree
If you got a warrant, then read it to me"
Well I was arrested and they dressed me in black
Put me on a train and they took me back
Had no money to pay my bail
So they threw my ass in the Thomasville jail
The Judge and the Jury, they took their stand
The judge held the verdict in the palm of his hand
It said forty-one days and forty one nights,
They gave me forty one years with a ball and stripes
Went out one night to make a little round
Saw Little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home, jumped into bed
.44 pistol under my head
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7. |
I Got the Jake Leg Too
03:42
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I went to bed last night feeling mighty fine
Three o'clock in the morning, the Jake Leg was down my spine
I had the Jake Leg too,
I had the Jake Leg too
I woke up this morning, couldn't get outta my bed
This thing they call Jake Leg gone down in my head
I had the Jake Leg too,
I had the Jake Leg too
Talkin' about your Liquor, talkin' about your booze
This thing they call Jake Leg, gone down in my shoes
I got the Jake Leg too,
I got the Jake Leg too
The Preacher, he took some liquor, said it was for the 'flu
That was his excuse, you know, that he's got the Jake led too
I had the Jake Leg too,
I had the Jake Leg too
Talkin' about your Liquor, talkin' about your booze...
The boys'll take some ginger, stir it in their pot
Watch out you Jake Leggers, gonna drop you on the spot
You'll get the Jake Leg too,
You'll get Jake Leg too
Talkin' about your Liquor, talkin' about your booze...
What about old aunt Dinah? She fell on a hive of bees
This thing they call Jake Leg gone down in her knees
She had the Jake Leg too,
She had the Jake Leg too
Talkin' about your Liquor, talkin' about your booze...
Now you've heard my story, now you've had your laugh
But this on your tombstone might be your epitaph
He had the Jake Leg too,
He had the Jake Leg too
Talkin' about your Liquor, talkin' about your booze...
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8. |
Thousand Dollar Booze
03:11
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Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,
All day long you're sipping on that thousand dollar booze,
Thousand dollar booze, you got thousand dollar booze,
All I got's a nickel and the Blues.
Some folks they drink whiskey, other folks drink wine
I don't know what you're drinking but it must be mighty fine
I got blisters on my fingers and holes in my shoes
You've got a cellar full of thousand dollar booze
Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...
Some folks like a custom suit and some folks like the bling
I don't know if you're married but you wear a diamond ring
I used to have a c-note but I spent it on tattoos,
you've got a gold watch and thousand dollar blues
Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...
Some folks drive a fancy car, and others fly a plane
I don't know where you come from but you didn't take the train
I got me a letter and it's probably bad news
You've got a Cadillac and thousand dollar booze
Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...
Some folks like the country club, and others like the Met
If you've got friends in low places I haven't met 'em yet
I got no one to turn to and nothing left to lose
You've got bigger problems than that thousand dollar booze
Thousand dollar booze, thousand dollar booze,...
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9. |
Second Hand
03:10
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Everything I have was someone else's once before me
Everything I have is second hand
Everything I have belonged to someone else before me
Everything I have is second hand
The words that I say
The songs that I sing
The stories I tell and
The baggage that I bring
The clothes on my back
The shoes on my feet
The places I been to
The people I meet
Everything I have was someone else's once before me...
The books that I read
The sounds that I hear
The gods that I pray to
The demons I fear
The floors that I walk on
The bed where I sleep
The streets that I run through
The company I keep
Everything I have was someone else's once before me...
The land I was born in
The ground where I stand
The watch in my pocket
The dollar in my hand
The beat that I march to
The battles I fight
The causes I cling to
The sparks I ignite
Everything I have was someone else's once before me...
The kit that I carry
The rails that I ride
The roadmap that guides me
The holes where I hide
The sky up above me
The earth down below
Where it all started
I guess I'll never know
Everything I have was someone else's once before me...
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10. |
Backyard
02:43
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Let's have some fun
Out on the town tonight
Let's raise some hell
Let's start a fight
Anywhere you want
Baby we can go
Mamma ain't around
To tell us no
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Six feet Down
Baby let's get high
Yeah let's get stoned
Let's pop some pills
Let's smoke some dope
Let's do the things
Mamma don't allow
now that she's gone
She can't stop us anyhow
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Six feet Down
Our father that art in heaven,
Embattled be thy name
Never could resign myself
to playing your dead-end game
Mamma used to say you're watching
Every move we make,
well watch me now!
Baby Pack your bags
Baby hop in the car
Let's drive all night
Let's go real far
Let's go someplace
We ain't been before
You know I just can't stay
'Round here no more
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Mamma's Lyin' in the backyard
Six feet Down
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11. |
Wayfaring Stranger
02:36
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There'll be no sickness toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm goin' there to see my father
I'm goin' there, no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my path is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where weary eyes no longer weep
I'm goin' there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
I'll soon be free of every trial
This body restin' beneath the sod
I'll drop my burden of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
I'm goin' there to see my loved ones
All passed before me one by one
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
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12. |
East Jerusalem Blues
02:37
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Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
Oh Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
I can't have it both ways,
I know I gotta choose
Oh Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
I gotta let you go but I don't know how
I gotta let you go but I don't know how
I know I gotta quit you baby
But I don't wanna do it now
I gotta let you go but I don't know how
Cause if I leave you baby it'll tear my soul in half
If I leave you baby it'll tear my soul in half
This ain't no joking matter
So I'd rather you don't laugh
If I leave you baby it'll tear my soul in half
I try and try, but I just can't do you right
I try and try, but I just can't do you right
No tenderness between us
All we ever do is fight
I try and try, but I just can't do you right
All I want is to have you for myself
Baby all I want is to have you for myself
But if it can't be me,
It won't be nobody else
Baby all I want is to have you for myself
Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
Oh Lordy Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
I can't have it both ways, I know I gotta choose
Oh Lord I got them East Jerusalem blues
credits
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13. |
If Wishes Were Horses
02:47
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I wish I had more money, I wish I had more time
I wish some one'd pay me every time I made it rhyme
I wish I had a better house, at least a better bed
I wish my baby didn't have to work so hard to keep us fed
I wish there was a pill to take to get me off my ass
I wish I had more follow through, wish I'd stayed awake in class
But when all is said and done, my life it ain't so terrible
And if wishes were horses, the smell would be unbearable
I wish I was in better shape, I wish I'd learned to dance
I wish I could whisk my baby off for a week or two in France
I wish my student loans were paid, I wish Grandma wasn't dead
I wish something besides whiskey stopped the chatter in my head
I wish I could get off these meds and wander through the town
Without this goddamn city grindin' me into the ground
But when all is said and done, my life it ain't so terrible
And if wishes were horses, the smell would be unbearable
Yeah, when all is said and done, my life it ain't so terrible
And if wishes were horses, the smell would be unbearable
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Painless Parker Brooklyn, New York
Born under a barstool and raised by a pack of wild koalas, Painless Parker plays a mixed bag of country laments, sea shanties, murder ballads and classic rockers, filtered through a grimy, whiskey-stained punk lens. He's fluent in two languages, and can cuss in at least seventeen. He enjoys rabble-rousing, shindigging, booze drinking and merrymaking. ... more
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