1. All The Tired Horses
2. Alberta # 1
3. I Forgot More Than You’ll Ever Know
4. Days Of ’49
5. Early Mornin’ Rain
6. In Search Of Little Sadie
7. Let It Be Me
8. Little Sadie
9. Woogie Boogie
10. Belle Isle
11. Living The Blues
12. Like A Rolling Stone
13. Copper Kettle
14. Gotta Travel On
15. Blue Moon
16. The Boxer
17. The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)
18. Take Me As I Am
19. Take A Message To Mary
20. It Hurts Me Too
21. Minstrel Boy
22. She Belongs To Me
23. Wigwam
24. Alberta # 2
ALL THE TIRED HORSES
All the tired horses in the sun
How am I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
(Repeat)
ALBERTA #1
Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I'll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you'd only let your hair hang low
Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta what's on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Oh my heart is so sad
Cause I want you so bad
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I'll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you'll only let your hair hang low
I FORGOT MORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW
I forgot more than you'll ever know about her.
You think you know the smile on her lips
The thrill and the touch of her fingertips
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her.
You think you'll find heaven of bliss
In each caress, in each tender kiss
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her.
You stole her love from me one day
You didn't care, oh, it hurt me
But you can never steal away
memories of what used to be.
You think she's yours, to have and to hold
Someday you'll learn, when her love grows cold
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her.
DAYS OF ‘49
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49"
In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oft'times I repine
For the days of old, when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oft'times I repine
For the days of old, when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oft'times I repine
For the days of old, when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In a game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold, In the day’s times I repine,
in the days of old, in the days of gold, those were days of '49.
There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oft'times I repine
For the days of old, When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery like some ol’ poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they call me the rambling sign
"There goes Tom Moore, a bummer’s shore in the days of '49 "
In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oft'times I repine
For the days of old, when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
In the days of old, when we dug up the gold, how oft’times I repine
In the days of old, in the days of gold, in the days of ‘49
EARLY MORNING RAIN
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with nowhere to go.
Cut on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
I'm stuck here on the ground, where the cold winds blow
The liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend, she's rolling down at last.
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time.
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
Because I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunks as I might be
You can't hop a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain.
IN SEARCH OF LITTLE SADIE
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
I began to think what a deed I'd done.
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in Jericho
Standing on a corner as he’s ringin' my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said 'Young man is you name Brown?
Remember you blowed little Sadie down."
"Oh yes sir, my name is Lee.
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree.
If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?"
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black,
They put me on a train and they sent me back.
I had no one for to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.
Oh, yes they did.
The judge and the jury they took their stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Oh, no!
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head.
LET IT BE ME
I bless the day I found you
I want my arms around you
And so I beg you: Let it be me.
Don't take this heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever, let it be me.
Each time we meet, love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love,
what would life be?
So never leave me lonely
Tell me that you love me only
And say you'll always let it be me.
So never leave me lonely
Tell me that you love me only
And say you'll always let it be me.
LITTLE SADIE
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
I began to think what a deed I'd done,
I grabbed my hat and the way I’ve run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in Jericho
Standing on a corner ringin' my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said "Young man is you name Brown?
Remember the night that you blowed Little Sadie down."
"Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee.
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree,
You've got any papers will you serve’em to me?"
Took me down town and they dressed me in black.
They put me on a train and they brought me back.
I had no one for to go my bail;
Crammed me back into the county jail.
Judge and the jury they took their stand.
Judge had the papers in his hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.
WOOGIE BOOGIE
(Instrumental)
BELLE ISLE
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view
The fair fields all alone
Down by the banks of Loch Eiron
Where beauty and pleasure were known.
I spied a fair maid at her labour
Which caused me to stay for a while
And I thought of a goddess to beauty
Bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle.
I humbled myself to her beauty
"Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from heaven descended
Abiding in Cupid's fair throne?".
"Young man, I will tell you a secret
It's true I'm a maid that is poor
And to part from my vows and my promise
Is more than my heart can endure.
Therefore I remain at my service
And go through all my hardship and toil
And wait for the lad that has left me
All alone on the banks of Belle Isle".
"Young maiden I wish not to banter
It's true I come here in disguise
I came here to fulfill our last promise
And hope to give you a surprise.
I've known you're a maid I love dearly
And you've been in my heart all the while
For me there is no other damsel
Than my bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle"
LIVING THE BLUES
Since you’ve been gone
I’ve been walking around
With my head bowed down to my shoes
I’ve been living the blues
Ev’ry night without you
I don’t have to go far
To know where you are
Strangers all give me the news
I’ve been living the blues (living the blues)
Ev’ry night without you
I think that it’s best
I soon get some rest
And forget my pride
But I can’t deny
This feeling that I
Carry for you deep down inside
If you see me this way
You’d come back and you’d stay
Oh, how could you refuse?
I’ve been living the blues (living the blues)
Ev’ry night without you
I think that it's best
I soon get some rest
And forget my pride,
But I can't deny
This feeling that I
Carry for you deep down inside.
If you'd see me this way
You'd come back and you'd stay
Oh, how could you refuse?
I've been living the blues (living the blues)
Every night without you
I've been living the blues (living the blues)
Every night without you
I've been living the blues (living the blues)
Every night without you
LIKE A ROLLING STONE
Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall",
you thought they were all a-kiddin' you.
You a-used to be a-so proud
about everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud,
now you don't act so... so proud
about having to be scrounging around... scrounging around for your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be without a home,
to be... direction home,
like a complete unknown,
just like a rolling stone?
You gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
but, you know, you only used to get juiced in it.
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street,
and now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it.
You said you'd never compromise
with the mystery tramp, but a ramble in his eyes...
stare of the vacuum of his eyes...
as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and say, "Do... Would you like to... Come on now... Would you like to come up and make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How... how does it feel
to be without a home,
like a complete unknown,
with no direction home,
like a rolling stone?
Princess up on the steeple and all them pretty people,
thinkin' and drinkin' that they got it made,
exchangin' all their precious gifts and things.
But you better take your diamond ring down now, you better pawn it, babe.
You used to be so amused
at Napoleon in rags and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.
When you ain't got nothin', girl, you got nothin' to lose.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be without a home,
with no direction home,
like a complete unknown,
just like a rolling stone?
Like a rolling stone
Just like a rolling stone... like a rolling stone...
COPPER KETTLE
Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil
Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.
Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke
We'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.
My daddy he made whiskey, my granddaddy he did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.
In the plae moonlight
GOTTA TRAVEL ON
Done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
Summer's almost gone, winter's coming on
Done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
And it seems like I've got to travel on
And it seems like I've got to travel on.
Papa writes to Johnny, "Johnny, can't come home
Johnny, can't come home, Johnny, can’t come home"
Papa writes to Johnny, "Johnny, can't come home"
Johnny's been out on the road too long
So I done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
Summer’s almost gone, winter’s coming on
Done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
And it seems like I've got to travel on
That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way
Going home to stay, going home to stay
That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way
And I feel like I just to want to travel on
To want to done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
Summer’s almost gone, winter’s coming on
Done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
And it seems like I've got to travel on
There's a lonesome freight at 6.08 coming through the town
I'll be homward bound, I'll be homeward bound
A lonesome freight at 6.08 coming on through the town
And I feel like I just to want to travel on
Well I done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
Summer’s almost gone, winter’s coming on
Done laid around, done stayed around
This old town too long
And it seems like I've got to travel on
BLUE MOON
Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for.
And suddenly there appeared before me
the only one my arms could ever hold
I heard someone whisper, please, adore me
And when I looked my moon had turned to gold.
Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own
Without a love of my own.
THE BOXER
I’m just a poor boy though my storys seldom told
I have squadered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles such are promises,
All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, la, la, la, la, la, la, la la
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know.
La, la, la, la, la....
Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there,
La, la, la, la, la…
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York city winters aren’t bleeding me
Leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains.
La, la, la, la, la...
THE MIGHTY QUINN (QUINN THE ESKIMO)
Well ev’rybody’s building than boats
Some are building monuments
Others, jotting down notes
Ev’rybody’s in despair
Ev’ry girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Ev’rybody’s gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Oh, you know I like to do just like the rest, you know I like my sugar sweet
Jumping queues and making haste
You know It ain’t my cup of meat
Ev’rybody’s out there fedding a pigeons all under the limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
All the pigeons gonna run to him
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
(Well, guitar now!)
A cat’s meow and a cow’s moo, you know I, I can recite ’em all
Tell me where it hurts you, honey
And I’ll tell you who to call
Nobody can get as sleep
You know there’s someone on ev’ryone’s toes
Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Ev’rybody’s gonna wanna doze
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
TAKE ME AS I AM
Why must you always try to make me over?
Take me as I am or let me go
White lilies never grow on stalks of clover
Take me as I am or let me go.
You're trying to reshape me in a moment
In the image of someone you used to know
I won't be a stand-in for an old love
Take me as I am or let me go (let me go)
You've tried to change me ever since you've met me
Take me as I am or let me go (let me go)
If you cannot overlook my faults, forget me
Take me as I am or let me go (let me go)
You're trying to reshape me in a mould love
In the image of someone you used to know
But I won't be a stand-in for an old love
Take me as I am or let me go (let me go)
TAKE A MESSAGE TO MARY
These are the words of a frontier lad
Who lost his love when he turned bad
Take a message to Mary
But don't tell her where I am
Take a message to Mary
But don't say I'm in a jam
You can tell her that I had to see the world
Tell her that my ship set sail
You can say she'd better not wait for me
But don't tell her I'm in jail,
Oh, don't tell her I'm in jail.
Take a message to Mary
But don't tell her what I've done
Please, don't mention the stage coach
And the shot from a carried gun
You better tell her that I had to change my plans
And cancel out the wedding-day
But please, don't mention the lonely cell
Where I'm gonna pine away, until my dying-day.
Take a message to Mary
But don't tell her all you know
My heart is aching for Mary
Lord knows I miss her so
Just tell her that I went to Timbuktoo
Tell her I'm searching for gold
You can say she better find someone new
To cherish and to hold,
Oh Lord, this cell is cold.
IT HURTS ME TOO
So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
I've got something to tell you
I know you're gonna change your mind
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too
I want you, baby, just to understand
I don't wanna be your boss, baby
I just wanna be your man
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
Now when you go home, you don't have to get along
Come back to me, baby
Where I live that's where you belong
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
I love you baby, and you know that it's true
I wouldn't mistreat you, baby
Nothing in this world is like you
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too
Yes, when things go wrong, so wrong with you
It hurts me too.
So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
I've got something to tell you, baby
I know that wll change your mind
When things go wrong, so wrong with you
Don't you know really, don't you know it hurts me too.
MINSTREL BOY
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Oh, look he’s drivin’ a long, long time
There he still sits on top of the hill
Well aching and jumping with all laid down
With all of them ladies, though, he’s lonely still
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil
Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load
Beneath his bound’ries, what more if can I tell
With all of his trav’lin’, but I’m still on that road
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
SHE BELONGS TO ME
She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She’s nobody’s child
The law can’t touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She’s a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy it a drum
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy it a drum
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy it a drum
WIGWAM
(Instrumental)
ALBERTA #2
Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I'll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you'd only let your hair hang low
Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta what's on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Oh my heart is so sad
‘Cause I want you so bad
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I'll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you'll only let your hair hang low
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