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John Hammond, Jr.: Timeless

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Chesky Records
Released: 2014.01.20
Time:
 54:30
Category: Blues
Producer(s): Marla Hammond
Rating:
Media type: CD
Web address: www.johnhammond.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2014
Price in €: 1,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] No One Can Forgive Me But My Baby (Tom Waits) - 3:35,
[2] Heartache Blues (John Hammond, Jr.) - 3:33
[3] Going Away Baby (James A. Lane / James Lane) - 3:57
[4] Further on Up the Road (Joe Medwick) - 4:09
[5] Looking for Trouble (Eddie Taylor) - 2:54
[6] Tell Me Mama (Walter Jacobs) - 2:49
[7] Last Night (Walter Jacobs) - 3:43
[8] That Nasty Swing (Cliff Carlisle) - 3:14
[9] Drop Down Mama (Sleepy John Estes) - 3:55
[10] Hard Times (Skip James) - 3:55
[11] Jockey Full of Bourbon (Tom Waits) - 3:49
[12] Tell Me (Chester Burnett) - 3:35
[13] Junco Partner (Traditional) - 3:34
[14] The Sky Is Crying (Elmore James) - 4:13
[15] No Money Down (Chuck Berry) - 3:35

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


John Hammond, Jr. - Composer, Primary Artist, Quotation Author

Marla Hammond - Photo Courtesy, Producer
Douglas Heusser - Graphic Design

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


John Hammond, Jr., whose fascination with country blues has informed his whole 50-year performing career, has always had a style that made him sound like a lifetime New Yorker imitating a rustic Southern blues singer (rather than actually being a rustic Southern blues singer), but while that style hasn't changed one bit, the times have, and Hammond is now just about the last surviving link to that tradition, a man whose imitative and reverential approach to the country blues now makes him more like a living, breathing history lesson than a just an overly fervent facsimile. Again, although Hammond has been a gritty and dynamic acoustic guitarist since the start, and has also become adept at filling out his sound with blasts on his rack harmonica, what puts him over is his powerful and passionate delivery, and the fact that there is hardly anywhere else to hear this sort of thing anymore. This live set, which was recorded at Chan's in Woonsocket, Rhode Island (a venue Hammond has played several times before) on May 4, 2013, features Hammond at his best, working solo with just a guitar, slide, and harmonica. He blasts his way through a pair of Tom Waits songs, the opening "No One Can Forgive Me But My Baby" and a version of "Jockey Full of Bourbon," turns in a spirited performance of Bobby Bland's "Further on Up the Road," pulls out the slide for a gutsy run-through of Elmore James' "The Sky Is Crying," and does what he's always done to country blues classics like Sleepy John Estes' "Drop Down Mama." There's also a Hammond original here, "Heartache Blues," although preserving the country blues as a performing art form is more up Hammond's alley than creating new blues compositions, and thankfully that is still his focus, even after some 50 years. The country blues got a hold of Hammond a long time ago and never let go, and Hammond never let go, either. There are a lot worse fates.

Steve Leggett - All music Guide



With a career that spans over three decades, John Hammond is one of handful of blues musicians who was on the scene at the beginning of the first blues renaissance of the mid-'60s. Some critics have described Hammond as a white Robert Johnson, and Hammond does justice to classic blues by combining powerful guitar and harmonica playing with expressive vocals and a dignified stage presence. Although he's a multi-dimensional artist, one thing Hammond has never professed to be is a songwriter. In the early years of his career, it was more important to him that he bring the art form to a wider audience by performing classic - in some cases forgotten - songs. Now, more than 30 years later, Hammond continues to do this,
touring all over the U.S., Canada, and Europe from his base in northern New Jersey.

Amazon.com



It's been 50 years since John Hammond, Jr. released his first album. And he can think of no better way to commemorate it than with a new live album that finds him doing what he does best -- playing solo with just his guitar, harmonica and voice at one of his favorite regular venues.

"Timeless," due out Jan. 21 on Palmetto Records, captures Hammond in performance during May of this year at Chan's in Woonsocket, R.I., "a club where I've played many times, and it's got a great sound in the room and I always have a great audience there," he tells Billboard. And while he's toured infrequently with a band, Hammond feels that the solo experience is his natural habitat.

"That's how I was inspired to play in the beginning, hearing artists like Blind Boy Fuller and Robert Johnson, Willie McTell and Lightnin' Hopkins. Getting to see artists like Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, Big Bill Broonzy, Josh White...it's amazing what one person can do on stage and have all the focus come into that magic moment. There's something to it that is very powerful, and I get off on it big time."

The 15 tracks on "Timeless" include favorites from many of those artists, along with Skip James, Chuck Berry, Elmore James and Cliff Carlisle. Hammond plays his own "Heartache Blues," while Bobby Blue Bland's "Further On Up the Road" is, surprisingly, treated by Hammond for the first time. (Get a first listen of the track, above.)

"It's something I've always admired," Hammond says of the song. "I just had the inspiration that night and it came out so well I felt we had to pass it on. It was recorded before (Bland) died. I remember when I was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame he was sitting there in the audience, staring at me. I had that moment of, 'Omigod...!' So the tune is maybe a little more special now, a bit of a tribute."

Also featured on "Timeless" is "No One Can Forgive Me But My Baby" from Hammond's 1992 album "Got Love If You Want It," which Tom Waits wrote especially for him.

"I was recording on the West Coast with J.J.Cale producing," Hammond recalls. "Tom came to the recording date and I hadn't seen him in awhile, and he said, 'Oh, I got a song for you, man.' And it was this 20-minute song about everybody in the bible coming down the river and all this stuff. I said, 'It's a great song, but I don't think I can do it.' So he goes into the control room and my wife Marla was there and watched him sit down, and in about 10 minutes he wrote this song. He said, 'I know you know some bad ass songs; check this one out,' and it just rocked. It was amazing.' He had already left by the time I recorded it, so I sent him a cassette of the way I did it, and I didn't hear back from him. So I called just to make sure he got it and it was on his answering machine, so I figured he liked it."

Hammond says there's enough material from the "Timeless" show for a second volume if he chooses. Meanwhile he'll be setting sail with  the Legendary Rhythm & Blues Cruise departing Jan. 19 from Fort Lauderdale, Fla., and expects to be adding more dates to his 2014 schedule soon.

"I feel as good as I've ever felt," he reports. "I've got all my energy together and I'm becoming a little more selective about the gigs that I take as opposed to just grinding it out and going out there for months on end. That helps keep me in shape, too."

© 2014 Billboard.



Renowned blues artist John Hammond is set to release a new album Timeless (January 21st / Palmetto), marking over 50 years since the start of his recording career (John Hammond, 1963). Recorded live, Timeless finds Hammond doing what he does best - performing solo acoustic before an enthusiastic audience at Chan's in Woonsocket, RI.

"John's sound is so compelling, complete, symmetrical and soulful with just his voice, guitar and harmonica, it is at first impossible to imagine improving it," says his longtime friend and collaborator Tom Waits. "He's a great force of nature. John sounds like a big train coming.  He chops them all down."

Timeless opens with "No One Can Forgive Me but My Baby", written by Waits especially for Hammond, followed by a rendition of John's own "Heartache Blues" and the country blues of Jimmy Rodgers' "Going Away Baby". John sources the venerable music of Lightnin' Hopkins ("Last Night"), Cliff Carlisle ("That Nasty Swing"), Skip James ("Hard Times"), Chuck Berry, Elmore James and more.

"John Hammond is a master," adds T Bone Burnett.  "He is a virtuoso. A conjurer... A modernist... John is in a very small circle of men with a guitar and a harmonica. Jimmy Reed, Howlin' Wolf, Bob Dylan. The guitar is an orchestra. He's sending messages. Storytelling. All mystery. Protection. The language goes out through the night."

Grammy winner John Hammond has been inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 2011. "A blues legend...with a demeanor that belies his tear-it-up might before an audience" (The New York Times). Over the years, Hammond has released 35 albums. On occasion, he has had guest artists which have included Duane Allman, the Band, Charles Brown, Mike Bloomfield, JJ Cale, John Lee Hooker, Dr. John, G. Love, Charlie Musselwhite, Duke Robillard, Tom Waits, just to mention a few. A staple on the 60's Greenwich Village folk scene (and friend of Hendrix), Hammond is a commentator during the WNET fundraising special, PBS American Masters Jimi Hendrix: Hear My Train A Comin'. His last release Rough and Tough was a 2010 Grammy nominee for Best Traditional Blues Album.

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 L y r i c s


NO ONE CAN FORGIVE ME BUT MY BABY

Crack a mean whip, carry a big gun
Cast a long shadow till the day is done
Do ninety miles an hour down the Devil's trail
Done hard time in a hundred jails
No one can forgive me but my baby
No one can forgive me but my baby
No one can forgive me but my baby

Now Jesus don't know, Mary don't know
Preacher don't know, Momma don't know
Daddy don't know, my brother don't know
St. John don't know, St. Peter don't know
No one can forgive me but my baby

I took a hundred dollars from a blind man's hand
I slept with the whores on the burnin' sand
Got twenty-seven children I've never seen
Got blood on my hands that will never come clean
I got long arms, tell big lies
Stole the pennies from my dear mother's eyes
I'm tall in the saddle, about six foot nine
I beat up revenuers all the time
No one can forgive me but my baby
Oh, no one can forgive me but my baby

I got a mean temper, I'm a big liar
Broke all the laws, set the house on fire
When I stand before Jesus and he asks me to kneel
I'll tell him maybe we can make a deal
No one can forgive me but my baby
No one can forgive me but my baby

I don't pay no bills, I don't say no prayers
Give back nothin', and I take all dares
Stole a car and I got me a gun
If there ain't no road I'm gonna make me one
Broke my baby's heart, and I whip my dog
I don't say nothin' when I meet my God
No one can forgive me but my baby
No one can forgive me but my baby

No one can forgive me but my baby
No one can forgive me but my baby
No one can forgive me but my baby
Forgive me, baby


HEARTACHE BLUES

Yeah
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Cmon

I got it bad
Yeah so bad
I don't never want it no more
Baby

If it were me
You left me layin down on the floor
Only you (only you)
Yeah yeah you (yeah yeah you)

You left me left my heartache in blue
Well when you're good
Don't mean no good
Leavin my mind in a tangle

And that's the way
That's what i say
I'm crumblin all around and a wrangle
Sweet you (sweet you)

Sweet sweet you (sweet sweet you)
You left me left my heartache in blue
Oh well
You demon hair?

Slitherin down a blue red door
Chang chang
It's just a thang
Tie me up then keep me just until i'm gone

Only you (only you)
Sweet sweet you (sweet sweet you)
You left me left my heartache in blue


GOING AWAY BABY

Lord, I'm going away just to wear you off my mind
Lord, I'm going away just to wear you off my mind
Well you keep me worrying, 'bout it all the time

Well, I ain't never loved her, four womens in my life
Well, I ain't ever loved her, four womens in my life
Well, my mother and my sister, sweetheart, and my wife

Have you don't want me baby, please don't call me at all
If you don't want me baby, please don't call me at all
Well, just like you found me, you can put me down

Well now goodbye baby, if you call at home
Well now goodbye baby, if you call at home
You can go away, swear you won't stay long


FURTHER ON UP THE ROAD

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed
Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold
Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold
I'll meet you further on up the road

Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring
My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing
I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way is dark and the night is cold
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time
Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign
If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know
But I got this fever burnin' in my soul

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.


LOOKING FOR TROUBLE

[Pusha T:]
Re-Up Gang Pusha
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses
shoveling that devil’s angel up they noses
never let jail turn my shine into Moses
couldn’t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes
panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster
backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur
killian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted posters
the audacity, war brings casualty
bitch have my son before I face that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse
Gone!!!

(You seek out problems)
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it motherfucker

[Kanye West:]
I’m here, it’s the misogyny
bad bitches massaging me
sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges
so please don’t judge me, ugh, for the following
fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling
take of that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy
I have your face looking all Captain Cruncy
the devil stay testing
’cause when you chase the pussy it’s a sin
but if it falls in your lap it’s a blessing
soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing
French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive
had used the main leathers (leathers, leathers, leathers)

[Cyhi The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi, Yeah
boy, we looking for trouble
maybe if we wasn’t black then we wouldn’t have struggled
player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle
they cook and I smuggle
got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle
so I’m running through them circles,
boy I’m looking like Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the hook in ’cause niggas was looking
I’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog I’m good for a scuffle
don’t be mad I whooped your ass ’cause I’ve tooken a couple
feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn’t rebuttal
‘cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubble
with a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
didn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Royal Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
ain’t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now I’m eating off of rather yellow gold
exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes
but don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows
‘cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road

[Big Sean:]
GOOD, I do it
B.I.G. Sean Don nigga
(But you found it mutherfucker)
bitch
I’m in, that no-smoke sec’ rolling motherfucking ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncing
three chains on, I don’t need no bouncers
nothing less than a G stack’s in my trousers
(Boy)
new double-D’s smashed in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses)
my nigga, we rent houses
so many wedding rings lost in them couches
I’m just a Westside lover
I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber
this is showtime, showtime, boy
I hope you set the DVR
stacking money face to face, dish it, look like CPR
‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne
so now I’m snapping like yo’ ass just finished a poem
does he sound like ‘Ye, Jay, or Drizzy Drake?
meanwhile, I’m chilling with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’t
consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime
greet me wit a middle finger when you see me
it’s cool, ’cause I can’t see yo’ ass from this side of the TV muthafucker

[J. Cole]
Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one
what you now hear is putting fear in all the older ones
down played me to downgrade me like they don’t notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em
fucking hoes while teaching niggas to hold your sons
this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s son
high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun
never say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest one
heard you looking for trouble, what, I’m supposed to run?
yo’ bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I supposed to cum?
got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one
now you outside of heaven’s gate, fronting like you know someone
talking hard, but y’all still ain’t push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussy
fuck it, everybody can get it
when you’re this hot, everybody’s a critic
but when you’re this high everybody’s a midget
all this mean mugging from niggas that mean nothing
could it be my position is one that you dreamed of?
went from quarter to broke to half past rich
with my badass bitch
and you don’t want no problems on some math class shit
so check the young genius out
fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout
I thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’bout
what you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout?
ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ’bout


TELL ME MAMA

Oh, tell me mama
Who's that while ago?
Oh, tell me mama
Who's that while ago?
Yes, when I come in
Who went out that back door?

Now don't come here mama
I'm gonna start a ragin' stand
You been out boogie-woogie'n
There's somethin' I don't understand

I want you to tell me mama
Who's that while ago?
Yes, when I come in
Who went out that back door?

Now this is somethin'
I never seen before
A man is gettin' my money
Always slammin' my back door

I want you to tell me mama
Who's that while ago?
Yes, when I came in
Who went out that back door?

Oh, I had to wanna kneel down
You couldn't give the truth
His hat in his hand
And his overcoat too

I want you to tell me mama
Why can't you be true?
Yes, when I came in
Who went out that back door?

He came by me runnin'
Smellin' like a whiskey can
My hat in his hand
And my overcoat too

I want you to tell me mama
Who's that while ago?
Yes, when I came in
Who went out that back door?


LAST NIGHT

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer
I tried to call but my pride wouldn't let me dial
And I'm sittin' here with this blank expression
And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child

I know you can hear me
I know you can feel me
I can't live without you
God, please make me better
I wish I wasn't the way I am

If I told you once, I told you twice
You can see it in my eyes
I'm all cried out with nothin' to say
You're everything I want it to be

If you could only see, your heart belongs to me
I love you so much, I'm yearnin' for your touch
Come and set me free, forever yours I'll be
Baby, won't you come and take this pain away?

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer
You said you couldn't get an answer, baby
I tried to call but my pride wouldn't let me dial
But that should never stop you
And I'm sittin' here with this blank expression
And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child

I need you and you need me
This is so plain to see
And I would never let you go
And I will always love you so, I will

If you could only see, your heart belongs to me
I love you so much, I'm yearnin' for your touch
Come and set me free, forever yours I'll be
Baby, won't you come and take this pain away?

Last night, couldn't even get an answer
Oh, baby, what you wanna do to me?
I tried to call but my pride wouldn't let me dial
Why wouldn't you just dial me, baby?

And I'm sitting here with this blank expression
Don't say anything, baby, no, no
And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child
I'm so alone, I'm so lonely, baby

Tell me what words to say
To make you come back and break me like that
And if it matters, I'd rather stay home
With you, I'm never alone
Don't wanna wait 'til you go
Whatever you do, just don't leave me

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer
Couldn't even answer, baby
I tried to call but my pride wouldn't let me dial
Why couldn't you just dial me, baby?

And I'm sitting here with this blank expression
Don't say a thing, no
And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child
I'm so alone, I'm so lonely, baby

I need you and you need me
This is so plain to see
And I would never let you go
And I will always love you so, I will

If you could only see, your heart belongs to me
I love you so much, I'm yearnin' for your touch
Come and set me free, forever yours I'll be
Baby, won't you come and take my pain away?

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer
I couldn't answer, baby
I tried to call but my pride wouldn't let me dial
Why couldn't you just dial me, baby, baby, baby?

And I'm sitting here with this blank expression
Don't say a thing, no
And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child
I'm so alone, I'm so lonely, baby

Why don't you pick up the phone and dial up my number
And call me, my baby? I'm waitin' on you
Why don't you pick up the phone and dial up my number?
Just call me up, baby, I'm waitin' on you


THAT NASTY SWING

Sweet little mama, come along, why don't you swing that thing?
Lordy, Lordy, oh my Lord, do that nasty swing.
I know you can, 'cause I'm a nasty man.

Did you mean it when you told me you had the nasty swing? Something tells me, sweet little gal, you've got everything.
Wind my motor, honey; I've got a double spring.
Place a needle in that hole and do that nasty swing.

(Yodel)

(Dobro Solo)

My gal drives a Packard car; she bought me a diamond ring.
She showed me how to do that thing they call the nasty swing. She's my pal, my little nasty gal.

Did you mean it when you told me you had the nasty swing? Something tells me, sweet little gal, you've got everything.
Wind my motor, honey; I've got a double spring.
Place a needle in that hole and do that nasty swing.

(Yodel)

(Dobro Solo)

Did you mean it when you told me you had the nasty swing? Something tells me, sweet little gal, you've got everything.
Wind my motor, honey; I've got a double spring.
Place a needle in that hole and do that nasty swing.

(Yodel)

Read more: Cliff Carlisle - That Nasty Swing Lyrics | MetroLyrics


DROP DOWN MAMA

Drop down mama
Let your daddy see
you got something down there
that keeps on worryin' me.

But my mama don't allow me
to fool around
She's sayin' "son you're too young now.
some woman might put you down."

Go 'way from my window
Stop scratchin' 'round my screen
you're so evil woman
And I know what you mean.

Any my mama don't allow me
To fool around
She's sayin' "son, you're too young now,
some woman might put you down."

I got three women livin'
on the same damn road
one does my cookin'
one does my washin'
one pays my room and board.

And my mama don't allow me
to fool around
She's sayin' "son, you're too young now,
some woman might put you down."

Drop down mama
Let your daddy see
You got something down there
that keeps worryin' me

And my mama don't allow me
to fool around
She's sayin' "son you're too young now,
some woman might put you down."
"Son you're to young no,
some woman might put you down."


HARD TIMES

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

'Tis the song, the sign of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

'Tis the song, the sign of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more.

There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er
Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

'Tis the song, the sign of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more.

'Tis the song, the sign of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door
Oh hard times, come again no more.


JOCKEY FULL OF BOURBON

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.
Chorus:
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass
I'm on the lawn with somebody else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Chorus
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside


TELL ME

Tell me, what in the world can be wrong
Tell me, what in the world can be wrong
Woke up this morning
Trouble knocking on my door
I wonder what the trouble
Big trouble at my door
I wonder what the trouble
Real troubles at my door
Thursday morning my baby's making
Don't want me anymore
I'll have to forget it, and let this trouble pass
I'll have to forget it, and let this trouble pass
Well, I wonder sometimes, how long my troubles gonna last
All night long, somebody knocking on my door
All night long, somebody knocking on my door
There ain't nothing but my troubles
Can't be worried here anymore
Ooh, good bye, good bye baby, got to go
Ooh, good bye, good bye baby, got to go
I can't lay around here, be worried with this trouble no more
Trouble is knocking
Trouble is knocking
Trouble is knocking
Trouble is knocking


JUNCO PARTNER

Down the road, come a junco partner
He was loaded as could be
He was knocked-out, knocked-out loaded
And he was singin' this song to me

Six months, he said ain't no sentence
One year, ain't no time
They've got boys locked up in Angola, well
Servin' one year to ninety-nine

If I had a million dollars
Let me tell you what I'd do
I would buy (buy buy buy) the land around Angola
And plant a nice weed garden 'til the year 2002

I want whiskey whiskey whiskey when I'm thirsty
I want water when I'm dry
I want my lover when I'm lonely
Give me a little heroin before I die
throw in a little cocaine before I die
on the side


THE SKY IS CRYING

The sky is cryin'
Can't you see the tears roll down the street?
The sky is cryin'
Can't you see the tears roll down the street?

I've been looking for my baby
And I wonder where can she be

I saw my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street
I saw my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street

You know it hurt me, hurt me so bad, yeah
Made my poor heart skip a beat
Help me now

I've got a real, real bad feelin'
That my baby, she don't love me no more
I've got a real, real bad feelin'
That my baby don't love me no more

You know the sky, the sky's been cryin', yeah
Can you see the tears roll down my nose?


NO MONEY DOWN

As I was motivatin'
Back in town
I saw a Cadillac sign
Sayin' "No Money Down"
So I eased on my brakes
And I pulled in the drive
Gunned my motor twice
Then I walked inside
Dealer came to me
Said "Trade in you Ford
And I'll put you in a car
That'll eat up the road
Just tell me what you want
And then sign on that line
And I'll have it brought down to you
In a hour's time"

I'm gonna get me a car
And I'll be headed on down the road
Then I won't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford

"Well Mister I want a yellow convertible
Four - door de Ville
With a Continental spare
And a wide chrome wheel
I want power steering
And power brakes
I want a powerful motor
With a jet off - take
I want air condition
I want automatic heat
And I want a full Murphy bed
In my back seat
I want short - wave radio
I want TV and a phone
You know I gotta talk to my baby
When I'm ridin' alone"

Yes I'm gonna get that car
And I'm gonna head on down the road
Yeah, then I won't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford

"I want four carburetors
And two straight exhausts
I'm burnin' aviation fuel
No matter what the cost
I want railroad air horns
And a military spark
And I want a five - year guarantee
On everything I got
I want ten - dollar deductible
I want twenty dollar notes
I want thirty thousand liability"
That's all she wrote

I got me a car
And I'm headed on down the road
No money down
I don't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford

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