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Now you're lookin' at a man that's gettin' kind-a mad
I had lot's of luck but it's all been bad
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
My fishin' pole's broke the creek is full of sand
My woman run away with another man
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
A distant uncle passed away
And left me quite a batch
And I was livin' high until the fatal day
A lawyer proved I wasn't born
I was only hatched
Ev'rything's agin' me and it's got me down
If I jumped in the river I would prob'ly drown
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
These shabby shoes I'm wearin' all the time
Is full of holes and nails
And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime
I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails
I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
'Cause nothin's ever gonna be allright nohow
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
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There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
Until I'm petrified
And then maybe these tears
Will leave my eyes
There's a tear in my beer
’Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
Last night I walked the floor
And the night before
You are on my lonely mind
It seems my life is through
And I'm so doggone blue
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
Till I can't move a toe
And then maybe my heart
Won't hurt me so
There's a tear in my beer
’Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
Lord I've tried and I've tried
But my tears I can't hide
You are on my lonely mind
All these blues that I've found
Have really got me down
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
Till I can't even think
’Cause in the last week
I ain't slept a wink
There's a tear in my beer
’Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
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Weary blues from waitin'
Lord I've been waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh sweet mama please come home
The snow falls 'round my window
But it can't chill my heart
God knows it died the day you left
My dream world fell a-part
Weary blues from waitin'
Lord I've been waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh sweet mama please come home
Thru tears I watch young lovers
As they go strollin' by
Oh all the things that might have been
God forgive me if I cry
Weary blues from waitin'
Lord I've been waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh sweet mama please come home
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4. |
Long Gone Lonesome Blues
02:50
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I went down to the river
To watch the fish swim by
But I got to the river
So lonesome I wanted to die oh Lord
And then I jumped in the river
But the doggone river was dry
She's long gone and now I'm lonesome blue
I had me a woman
Who couldn't be true
She made me for my money
And she made me blue
A man needs a woman
That he can lean on
But my leanin' post
Is done left and gone
She's long gone and now I'm lonesome blue
I'm gonna find me a river
One that's cold as ice
And when I find me that river
Lord I'm gonna pay the price oh Lord
I'm goin' down in it three times
But Lord I'm only comin’ up twice
She's long gone and now I'm lonesome blue
She told me on Sunday
She was checkin' me out
Long about Monday
She was nowhere about
And here it is Tuesday
Ain't had no news
I got them gone
But not forgotten blues
She's long gone and now I'm lonesome blue
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I was ridin' Number Nine
Headin' south from Caroline
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble had to roam
Left my gal an' left my home
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Just a kid actin' smart
I went and broke my darling's heart
I guess I was too young to know
They took me off the Georgia Main
Locked me to a ball and chain
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
All alone I bear the shame
I'm a number not a name
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
All I do is sit an' cry
When the evenin' train goes by
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
I'll be locked here in this cell
Till my body's just a shell
An' my hair turns whiter than snow
I'll never see that gal of mine
Lord, I'm in Georgia doin' time
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
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I Won't Be Home No More
01:53
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Well you're just in time to be too late
I tried to but I couldn't wait
And now I 've got another date
So I won't be home no more
You're just in time to miss the boat
So don't take off your hat and coat
Be on your way that's all she wrote
'Cause I won't be home no more
I stood around a month or two
And waited for your call
Now I 'm too busy pitchin' woo
So come around next fall
I scratched your name right off my slate
And hung a sign on my front gate
You're just in time to be too late
And I won't be home no more
Well you're just in time to turn around
And drive your buggy back to town
You looked me up I turned you down
And I won't be home no more
You're just in time to change your tune
Go tell your troubles to the moon
And call around next May or June
'Cause I won't be home no more
I used to be the patient kind
Believed each alibi
But that's all done I 've changed my mind
I 've got new fish to fry
Well you're just in time to celebrate
The things you didn't calculate
You're just in time to be too late
And I won't be home no more
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7. |
Ramblin' Man
02:53
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I can settle down and be doin' just fine
Till I hear an old freight rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn't go I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you baby but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me He made a Ramblin' Man
Some folks might say that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
But when that open road starts to callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's hard but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me He made a Ramblin' Man
I love to see the towns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky
Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me
And when I'm gone and at my grave you stand
Just say God’s called home your Ramblin' Man
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No Woman No Cry
05:25
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'Cause I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had, oh good friends we've lost
Along the way
In this bright future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Little darlin' don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
Log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone...
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright (now)
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
So, no woman, no cry
No, no woman, no woman, no cry
Oh, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
[Repeat second verse]
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Bad Moon Rising
02:02
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I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightning
I see bad times today
Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
I hear hurricanes ablowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin
Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye
Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
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To Ramona
03:55
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Ramona come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike get deathlike at times
And there's no use in tryin'
To deal with the dyin'
Though I cannot explain that in lines
Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist
It's all just a dream babe
A vacuum a scheme babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
Back to the South
You've been fooled into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat you
No one to defeat you
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
I've heard you say many times
That you're better 'n no one
And no one is better 'n you
If you really believe that
You know you have
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feel
That you gotta be just like them
I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words
They would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you
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11. |
Lovesick Blues
03:05
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I got a feelin' called the blu-ues oh Lawd
Since my baby said good-bye
And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo
All I do is sit and sigh-igh oh Lawd
That last long day she said good-bye
Well Lawd I thought I would cry
She'll do me she'll do you she's got that kind of lovin'
Lawd I love to hear her when she calls me
Sweet dad-ad-ad-dy such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it all o-o-ver
I've lost my heart it seems
I've grown so used to you somehow
Well I'm nobody's sugar-daddy now
And I'm lo-on-lonesome
I got the Lovesick Blu-ues
Well I'm in love I'm in love with a beautiful gal
That's what's the matter with me
Well I'm in love I'm in love with a beautiful gal
But she don't care about me
Lawd I tried and I tried to keep her satisfied
But she just wouldn't stay
So now that she is lea-eav-in'
This is all I can say
I got a feelin' called the blu-ues oh Lawd
Since my baby said good-bye
And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo
All I do is sit and sigh-igh oh Lawd
That last long day she said good-bye
Well Lawd I thought I would cry
She'll do me she'll do you she's got that kind of lovin'
Lawd I love to hear her when she calls me
Sweet dad-ad-ad-dy such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it all o-o-ver
I've lost my heart it seems
I've grown so used to you somehow
Well I'm nobody's sugar-daddy now
And I'm lo-on-lonesome
I got the Lovesick Blu-ues
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I Need Your Love Tonight
02:10
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Oh oh I love you so
Uh uh I can't let you go
Ooh ooh don't tell me no
I need your love tonight
Oh gee the way you kiss
Sweedee too good to miss
Wow-whee want more of this
I need your love tonight
I've been waiting just for tonight
To do some lovin' and hold you tight
Don't tell me baby you gotta go
I got the hifi high and the lights down low
Hey now hear what I say
Oh wow you better stay
Pow pow don't run away
I need your love tonight
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Clap Hands
02:51
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Sane sane they're all insane
The fireman's blind the conductors lame
A Cincinatti jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands
Said roar roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands
Steam steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside a Palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Said roar roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands
Shine shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in the little row boat
Clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands
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Serge Viau Montréal, Québec
Serge Viau est musicien et écrivain. Il est né à Montréal, où il vit et travaille.
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