Addicted to codeine I drink the whole thing. Then pop like two whole xan's I aint got no shame. Got white girl for white girls back at the hotel. That might just be your bitch I hope she don't tell.
The Gambler. "Good morning Mister Railroad man.. What time do your trains toll by?". "At nine-sixteen and two-forty-four. And twenty five minutes till five.".
Talking Blues. If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you what to do,. You gotta grease your feet in a little mutton stew.. Slide right out of the devil's hand,.
I stood on the Atlantic Ocean. The wide Pacific shore. To the queen of the flowing mountains. To the southbell by the door. She's long and tall and handsome.
POOR LAZARUS. (Woody Guthrie). Dead or alive, it's a hard road. Dead or alive, it's a hard road. Dead or alive. Well the new sheriff sent me a letter.
My name is Juanano de Castro. My father was a Spanish Grandee. But I won my wife in a card game. To hell with those lords o'er the sea. CHORUS:. Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely.
LITTLE BOXES (BEATNIK VERSION). See the beatniks in the Village. See the beatniks on MacDougal Street. See the beatniks in the Village. And they all look just the same.
I've been to wild Montana. I went there in a storm. My boots were Texas leather. My Levis wet and torn. I loved it in Montana. Loved it in the storm. I think I'm gonna cross that river.
JUST THE FACTS, MA'AM. note: two songs sung alternately. I was born about ten thousand years ago. There ain't nothing in this world that I don't know.
On a long lonesome Journey I'm going. Oh darling, and please don't you cry. Though in shackles and chains they will take me. In prison to stay till I die.
Jesus Christ was a man that traveled through the land. Hard working man and brave. He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor". So they laid Jesus Christ in His grave.
Mother, the Queen of My Heart. SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer. SOURCE'S SOURCE: Arlo Guthrie. COMMENTS: A Jimmy Rodgers song. TEXT: (Capo up to D). C G7 C C7. I had a home down in Texas.
I Ride an Old Paint. I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan. I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan,. They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw.
I'm growing tired of the big city lights. Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights. In all my dreams I am roaming once more. Back to my home on the old river shore.
DEPORTEES. by Woody Guthrie. The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting. The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps. They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border.
I got a feelin' called the blues,. Since my baby said good-bye. Lawd I don't know what l'll do. All I do is sit and sigh. That last long day she said goodbye.
Billy The Kid. I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid,. I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did,. Way out in New Mexico, long long ago. When a man's only chance was his own 44..
LOS ANGELES (Arlo Guthrie). Coming in from London from over the pole. Flying in a big airliner. Chickens flyin' everywhere around the plane. Could we ever feel much finer..
I don't need no diamond ring. I don't need no Cadillac car. Just want to drink my Ripple wine. Down in the Lightnin' Bar. Down in the Lightnin' Bar. Some people value fortune and fame.
I dream in the morning. That she brings me water. And I dream in evening. That she brings me wine. Just a poor man's daughter. From Puerto Penasco. Evangelina in old Mexico.