1. Big In Japan2. Lowside Of The Road
3. Hold On
4. Get Behind The Mule
5. House Where Nobody Lives
6. Cold Water
7. Pony
8. What's He Building
9. Black Market Baby
10. Eyeball Kid
11. Picture In A Frame
12. Chocolate Jesus
13. Georgia Lee
14. Filipino Box Spring Hog
15. Take It With Me
16. Come On Up To The House
BIG IN JAPAN
I got the style but not the grace
I got the clothes but not the face
I got the bread but not the butter
I got the winda but not the shutter
But I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan
Hey but I'm big in Japan, I’m big in Japan
I got the house but not the deed
I got the horn but not the reed
I got the cards but not the luck
I got the wheel but not the truck
But hey I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan
But hey I'm big in Japan, I’m big in Japan
I got the moon, I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster, I got the crow
I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the powder not the gun
I got the dog not the bun
I got the clouds not the sky
I got the stripes not the tie
But hey I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan, I’m big in Japan,
I’m big in Japan
Hey ho they love the way I do it
Hey ho there's really nothing to it
I got the moon I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster I got the crow
I got the ebb I got the flow
I got the sizzle not the steak
I got the boat not the lake
I got the sheets not the bed
I got the jam not the bread
But hey I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan, I'm big in, I'm big in Japan
I’m big in Japan, I’m big in Japan
LOWSIDE OF THE ROAD
I'm on a black elevator goin’ down
Little Joe from Kokomo it rattles to the ground
The dice is laughin at the man that he throwed
You’re rollin’ over to the lowside of the road
The moon is red and your dancin’ real slow
29 miles left to go
The chain monkeys help you with your load
You’re rollin’ over to the lowside of the road
Jezebel is naked with an axe
The prosecution tells you to relax
Your head feels like it's ready to explode
You're rollin’ over, you're rollin over
Well the clapper has been ripped out of the bell
The flapper has been kicked right out of hell
When the horse whips the man that he rode
You're rollin’ over to the lowside of the road
The dog won't bite if you beat him with a bone
She's so shy when she's talkin’ on the phone
And the ground rises up and starts to groan
You're rollin’ over to the lowside of the road
To the lowside of the road, to the lowside of the road
HOLD ON
They hung a sign up in our town
"if you live it up, you won't live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
She said don't look back just come on Jim
Oh you got to hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin’ left to do
Oh you got to hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here,
You got to hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down
And you burn your mansion to the ground
Oh there's nothing left to keep you here,
When you're falling behind in this big blue world
Oh you got to hold on, hold on
Baby, got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store
She closed her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record that's playing,
A song called hold on, hold on
Baby, got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there
You are hold on
You got to hold on, hold on
Baby, got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
You got to hold on, hold on
Baby, got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
You got to hold on, hold on
Baby, got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
GET BEHIND THE MULE
Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She's goin’ to the bottom
And she's goin’ down the drain
Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the Mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
You got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
And I know they'll come lookin’ for me boys
And I know they'll come a-lookin’ for me
Got to get behind the Mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was eight foot one
And he stood in the road and he cried
He couldn't make her love him
Couldn't make her stay
But tell the good Lord that he tried
Got to get behind the mule, yeah
in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow, yeah
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
On the wreck of the Weaverville stage
Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade
I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys
Stirring my brandy with a nail
Got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow, yeah
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Well the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross
And tell the good lord what they did
Tell the good lord what they did
Got to get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow,
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Hoaks
I'm diggin all the way to China with a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
The hangman fumbles with the noose
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Pin your ear to the wisdom post
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind
You got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
HOUSE WHERE NOBODY LIVES
There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted with the windows all cracked
And everyone calls it the house
The house where nobody lives.
Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever come back
To the house where nobody lives
Oh well, once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Oh, don't trade it for gold
‘Cause I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Oh, ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love it ain't nothin’ but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin’ but a house
A house where nobody lives
COLD WATER
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water
Woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold
Well the police at the station and they don't look friendly
Well they don't look friendly
Well they don't look friendly
Police at the station and they don't look friendly
They don't look friendly
Well they don't
Blind or crippled
Sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom
Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby with the snakes and the bugs
Well the stores are open but I ain't got no money
Well I ain't got no money
Well I ain’t got no money
Stores are open but I ain't got no money
Well, ain't got no money
Well I ain't
Found an old dog and he seems to like me
Seems to like me
Well he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he seems to like me
Seems to like me
Well he seems
Seen them fellows with the card board signs
Scrapin up a little money to buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women and the Vietnam vets I say
Beggin on the freeway ‘bout as hard as it gets
Well I slept in the graveyard It was cool and still
Cool and still It was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard It was cool and still
Cool and still and it was cool
Slept all night in the cedar grove
I was born to ramble born to rove
Some men are searchin for the holy grail
But there ain't nothin sweeter than ridin’ the rails
I look 47 but I'm 24 well they shooed me away
From here the time before
Turned there their backs and they locked their doors
I'm watchin’ t.v. in the window of a furniture store
And I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water
I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
Cold water
With the cold water
Woke up this morning with the cold water
Cold water
With the cold
PONY
I've seen it all boys
I've been all over
Been everywhere in the whole wide world
I rode the high line
With old blind Darby
I danced real slow with Ida Jane
I was full of wonder
When I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell street
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home
I walked from Natchez
To Hushpukena
I built a fire by the side of the road
I worked for nothing
In a Belzoni saw mill
I caught a blind out on the B and O
Talullah's friendly Belzoni ain't so
A 44 will get you 99
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home
I run my race with burnt face Jake
Gave him a Manzanita cross
I lived on nothing
But dreams and train smoke
Somehow my watch and chain got lost.
I wish I was home in Evelyn's kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home
WHAT’S HE BUILDING
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines
He never waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from the rest of us
He's all to himself
I think I know why
He took down the tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his own you see
He has no dog
And he has no friends
And his lawn is dying
And what about all those packages he sends
What's he building in there?
With that hook light on the stairs
What's he building In there
I'll tell you one thing he's not building a playhouse for
the children
What's he building in there?
And what's that sound from underneath the door?
He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor
I swear to god I heard someone moaning low
I keep seeing the blue light of a T.V. show
He has a router and a table saw
And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink of course
There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
What's he building In there?
What the hell is he building in there?
I heard he has an ex-wife
In some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia
But what is he building in there?
He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little time in jail
I heard he was up on the roof last night signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's always whistling?
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?
We have a right to know
BLACK MARKET BABY
She lives in a house
That's way back off the road
There's a man with a lantern
And he carries her soul
A coal stove and a bed
A skillet and a hound
She drove a camel through a needle
In this sinking board walk town
She's my Black Market baby
She's my Black Market baby
She's a diamond that wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
I swang out wide with her
On hells iron gate
Anything that you wanted
You could have
My eyes say their prayers to her
Sailors ring her bell
Like a moth mistakes a light bulb
For the moon and goes to hell
She's my Black Market baby
She's my Black Market baby
She's a diamond that wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
There's no prayer like desire
There's amnesia in her kiss
She's a swan and a pistol
And she will follow you like this
In Moberly, Missouri
At the Iroquois Hotel
She checked in with the President
And she ran up quite a Bill
She's my Black Market baby
She's my Black Market baby
She's a diamond that wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
Well, she's whiskey in a teacup
She gives blondes a lousy name
She's a Bonzai Aphrodite
And a ticket back to Spain
She's a hard way to go
And there ain't no way to stop
Every time you play the red
The black is coming up
She's my Black Market baby
She's my Black Market baby
She's a diamond that wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal
My baby wants to stay coal
Coal, coal
My baby wants to stay coal
EYEBALL KID
Well Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle
They had sixteen children in the usual style
They had a curio museum and they had no guile
All they ever wanted was a show biz child
The 7th of December 1949
They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time
He grew up in a trailer by the time he was 9
He rolled off to join the circus telling fortunes on the side
Hail hail, the eyeball kid
Well the first time I saw him was a Saigon jail
Cost me 27 dollars just to go his bail
I said your name will be in lights and that's no doubt
But you got to have manager that's what it's all about
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The people would point, people would stare
I'll always be here to protect you and to cut down on the glare
I know you can't speak, I know you can't sign
So cry right here on the dotted line
Hail hail, the eyeball kid
Well he was born with out a body not even a brow
I made the kid a promise, I made the kid a vow
He's not conventionally handsome he'll never be tall
He said "All you got to do is book me into Carnegie Hall"
Hail hail, woo!
He's just a little bitty thing, he's just a little guy
But women go crazy for the big blue eye
How does he dream? How does he think
When he can't even speak and he can't even blink?
I said hail hail, the eyeball kid
Hail hail, eyeball kid
Hail hail, eyeball kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the eyeball kid
They said, how does he dream? How does he think
When he can't even speak and he can't even blink?
We are all lost in the wilderness never blind as can be
He came down to teach us how to really see
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
So give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the eyeball kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the eyeball kid
Give it up, give it up
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the eyeball kid
Eyeball kid
Eyeball kid...
PICTURE IN A FRAME
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I'm gonna love you
Till the wheels come off
Oh yeah
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I love you baby and I always will
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
CHOCOLATE JESUS
Well I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
I know Jesus he loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall down on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well I’ve got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul
When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy but that's ok
Pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
It’s good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel so good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
GEORGIA LEE
Cold was the night and hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She's too young to be out on the street
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia from dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
But she just kept runnin away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Close your eyes and count to ten
I will go and hide but then
Be sure to find me, I want you to find me
And we'll play all over we’ll play all over, we’ll play al over again.
There's a toad in the witch grass
There's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
FILIPINO BOX SPRING HOG
I hung on to Mary's stump
I danced with a soldier's glee
With a rum soaked crook and a big fat laugh
I spent my last dollar on thee
I saw Bill Bones, I gave him a yell
Kehoe spiked the nog
With a chain link fence
And a scrap iron jaw
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
With a one-eyed stolen mare
Donned himself with chicken fat
Sawing on a jaw bone violin there
Kathleen was sittin’ down in little reds recovery room
In her criminal underwear bra
I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound
And I'm cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
Fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain
Don't give a hoot what they say
Gotta slap that hog
Roll ‘em over twice
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat them flies and chain up the dogs
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig
Tain't the mince meat filagree
And it ain't the turkey neck stew
And it ain't them bruleed okra seeds though she made them especially for you
Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie
The beans got to thrown to the dogs
Jaheseus Christ I can always make room
Cookin’ up a Filipino box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin’ up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
TAKE IT WITH ME
Phone's off the hook, no one knows where we are
It's a long time since I drank champagne
The ocean is blue as blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Old long since gone
Now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
Ain't no good thing ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Far far away a train whistle blows
Wherever you're goin’
Wherever you've been
Waving good bye at the end of the day
You're up and you're over and you're far away
Always for you, and forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
All broken down by the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I've worn the faces off all the cards
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Children are playing at the end of the day
Strangers are singing on our lawn
It's got to be more than flesh and bone
All that you've loved is all you own
In a land there's a town and in that town there's a house
And in that house there's a woman
And in that woman there's a heart I love
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
COME ON UP TO THE HOUSE
Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lackin’
Come on up to the house
All your cryin’ don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin’ thru
You gotta come on up to the house
And there's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin’ lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house
Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin’ thru
You gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin’ thru
You gotta come on up to the house
There's nothing in the world that you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house
Well you're high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can't let go
You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin’ thru
You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Oh yeah
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