lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

GOOD FOR NOTHING BLUES

(Kris Kristofferson) « © '79 Careers Music, BMI »
I wash my face in funky water pick my teeth with a rusty spoke
Hide your dishes and your daughters anything that might get broke
I prefer your condemnation to your suckin' sympathy
Baby good for nothing's good enough for me

I was born without a daddy and the gutter was my home
And when momma died the only thing she left me was alone
There ain't nothin' in the world that I ain't fool enough to try
I'm hard to hurt and too damn mean to die

I wash my face in funky water...
[ guitar ] Yeah I don't need nobody girl I get by by myself
And you sure don't need me more than you don't need nobody else
Cause unless you need a hurtin' place where your heart used to be
Darling you don't want no part of me

I wash my face in funky water...

I prefer your condemnation to your suckin' sympathy
Baby good for nothing's good enough for me
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2.

NUMBERS

(Shel Silverstein) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
I was settin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked this chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of one to ten I'd give her a nine

Now on my scale there ain't no tens you know
Nine is bout as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and good judgement I'd give her a three

I said hey sweet thing you look like a possible eight
You and me could make eighteen if your head's on straight
She looked up and down my perfect frame
Then said these word that burned into my perfect brain

She said well another one of those macho-matician men
Who grade all women on scales of one to ten
And you give me an eight well that's a generous thing to do
Now let's just see just how much I give you

She said you comin' on to me with that corny numbers jive
Your style makes me smile I give it a five
When you walked up I noticed that suit of yours
It's a last-year's double-knit frayed-cuff I give it a four

That must be your car parked out on the curb
That's '69 homemade convertible a three and a third
Now as for that build I guess you're less than a five
Cept for your potbelly I give that a ten for size

That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne I give it a two
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six you could use some dental work

But it's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these country hens but to me a three and a half
And there really ain't too much to add once the subtractin's done
But since there ain't no zeroes I give you a one

Then she walked out while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin' said Bare what happened to your nine
Nine says I hell soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class I barely give her a two

Yeah no matter how good they look at first there's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of ten to one friend there ain't no tens
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3.

SOME DAYS ARE DIAMONDS (SOME DAYS ARE STONE)

(Dick Feller) « © '75 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Some days are diamonds some days are stone
Some times the hard times won't leave me alone
Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds some days are stone

Now the face that I see in the mirror
More and more is a stranger to me
More and more I can see there's a danger
In becoming what I never thought I'd be

Some days are diamonds some days are stone...

So when you ask how I've been here without you
I'd like to say I've been fine and so I do
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told the truth that's not quite true

Some days are diamonds some days are stone...
Some days are diamonds some days are stone
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4.

TEQUILA SHIELA

(Shel Silverstein - Mac Davis) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
Pour me another tequila Shella

Pour me another tequila Shiela take off that red satin dress
I crossed the boarder and I beat the dealer for all of the damn gold in Juarez
I feel like ol' Pancho Vila Shiela and I sure could use me a friend
So pour me another tequila Shiela lay down and love me again

No I can't tell you about it but don't mind my gun by the bed
I feel kinda naked without it and it eases the fears in my head
So just pass me the salt and a lemon bend down and blow out the light
I never have trusted the women but Shiela I'll trust you tonight

Pour me another tequila Shiela take off that red satin dress
I crossed the boarder and I beat the dealer for all of the damn gold in Juarez
I feel like ol' Pancho Vila Shiela and I've got the pesos to spend
So pour me another tequila Shiela and lay down and love me again

Shiela I'm hearing your heartbeat but I'm hearing footsteps outside
The courtyard is crawlin' with them federalis and Shiela there's no place to hide
I don't know who could have tipped 'em nobody knew it but you
But I can't make love to a squealer Shiela so I guess there's just one thing to do

Pour me another tequila Shiela I'm goin' to put on your red satin dress
You put on my clothes and you go out to face the dealer and Shiela I wish you the best
I feel like ol' Pancho Vila Shiela I need a fast horse and a friend
So pour me another tequila Shiela and I'll run for the boarder again
Yeah pour me another tequila Shiela and I'll run for the boarder again
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5.

ROCK'S STAR LAMENT

(Shel Silverstein - Fred Koller) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequin suits
For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tale to tell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell

I've a face you might remember I've a voice you may recall
Twas that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall
And I was smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well
Till I took my first drink of whiskey then started down the road to hell
[ fiddle ] I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequin suits
For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tale to tell
Once a dopefiend now a drunker with no song left to sell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
With no song left to sell
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6.

CRAZY AGAIN

(Bob McDill) « © '79 Ranger Bob Music, BMI »
I don't wanna rock'n roll but I can't help it
Gonna be the death of me if I let it
I think I'm wearin' down I think I'm cavin' in
But you see me on the street tonight crazy again

Yeah I'm feelin' kinda weak mhm my head's achin'
Lord I can't stay on my feet my knees're shakin'
Know I'm gettin' kinda pale and a lookin' kinda thin
But you'll see me on the street tonight crazy again

You know I try to be a good guy
But I can't seem to settle down
I wanna get my life together
But I think I'm losin' think I'm losin' ground

Yeah I try to stay alone but I can't do it
Try to leave the girls alone but I can't stick to it
If I get on my feet I'll make it if I can
You'll see me on the street tonight crazy again
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7.

TECUMSEH VALLEY

(Townes VanZandt) « © '69 UA Music, ASCAP »
The name she gave was Caroline
The daughter of a miner
And her ways were free and it seemed to me
That the sunshine walked beside her

She came from Spencer across a hill
She said her Pa had sent her
Cause the coal was low and soon the snow
Would change the skies to winter

She said she'd come to look for work
She was not seeking favors
For a dime a day and a place to stay
She'd turn those hands to labor

But the times were hard Lord the jobs were few
All through Tecumseh Valley
But she asked around and a job she found
Tending bar for Gypsy Sally

She saved enough to get back home
When spring replaced the winter
But her dreams were denied her Pa had died
The word came down from Spencer

She turned to walkin' in the streets
With all the lust inside her
There was many a man returned again
To lay himself beside her

They found her down beneath the steps
That led to Gypsy Sally's
In her hand when she died was a note that cried
Fare thee well Tecumseh Valley

The name she gave was Caroline
The daughter of a miner
And her ways were free and it seemed to me
That the sunshine walked beside her
Fare thee well Tecumseh Valley
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8.

BLIND WILLIE HARPER

(Shel Silverstein - Jim Casey) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
On a stone cold night in Memphis Willie Harper came to town
With a blue tick hound at his heels and a dime in his shoe
Uh he could make that guitar sing
You should have heard that pavement ring
When Blind Willie Harper played the blues

And a he'd sing hey Jenny why'd you go and leave me all alone in the dark this way
Hey Jenny why'd you go and leave with me with these blind man dues to pay
And these blues to play

In the scarlet light of Beal Street Willie Harper found a home
A any song you name he don't refuse
Sweet or dirty white or black just drop a nickel in the hat
And hear Blind Willie Harper play the blues

And a he'd sing hey Jenny why'd you go and leave me...

Willie stops in the middle of the song as a love dealin' lady walks by
He says a you smell sweet like someone I once knew
Then he touches her face and some words are said
And a knife blade shines and her blood runs red
Blind Willie walks off singin' the blues

On a stone cold night in Memphis they took Blind Willie down
They shaved his head took away his shoes
Now from a window of a Beal Street jail cell
Sad as a whipperwill clear as a bell
We heard Blind Willie Harper singin' the blues

And a he'd sing hey Jenny why'd you go and leave me...
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9.

ROUGH ON THE LIVING

(Shel Silverstein) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
I wanna sing this song for a friend of ours His picture was in all the papers
They said that a legend had passed
The late evenin' news did a special report
And swore that his mem'ry would last
They're playin' his records all weekend
Praisin' the life that he lived
Nashville is rough on the livin'
But she really speaks well of the dead

The wife that they interviewed cried
Is the same one who left him last fall
And the record producer who called him a hero
Is the one who wouldn't answer his calls
The ladies they sit over coffee
Braggin' bout sharin' his bed
They didn't want him around when he's livin'
But he's sure a good friend when he's dead

They observed twenty seconds of silence
At the Opry on Saturday night
And they're searchin' the bars and the basements
For some souvenir of his life

They're plannin' a book for September
Showin' his plain country roots
Any they're sellin' the rights to the movie
And the Hall of Fame's gettin' his boots
At the funeral somebody recited a poem
That told how he suffered and bled
Nashville is rough on the livin'
But she really speaks well of the dead

Yeah Nashville is rough on the livin'
But she really speaks well of the dead
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10.

DOWN TO MY LAST COME AND GET ME

(Shel Silverstein) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
Here I sit in this ginmill an empty in my hand
The telephone's three steps away but I can hardly stand
Got five pennies in my pocket but Lord I'm gonna need ten
Cause I gotta phone my baby to come and pick me back again

And I'm down to my last come and get me
Just the way she said I'd be so many times before
Hey I'm down to my last come and get me
But I wonder if I'm worth the come and get me anymore
[ guitar ] The promises I made to her Lord knows I try to keep
But there's always somethin' somewhere makes the strongest man get weak
And there ain't no use in runnin' and there's no where left to hide
When you've drunk up all your promises and passed away your pride

And I'm down to my last come and get me...
Well I wonder if I'm worth the come and get me anymore
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11.

QUALUDES AGAIN

(Shel Silverstein) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
Let's get it now

She falls through the doorway and rolls down the hall
She'll bounce off the sofa right into the wall
It's easy to see as she buckles and bends
She's doin' qualudes again

Qualudes again qualudes again
If you've got a roar you know for shore
She's your friend
She's doin' quaaludes again

She mumbles and stumbles and falls down the stairs
Makes love to the leg of the diningroom chair
She's ready for animals women or men
She's doin' qualudes again

Qualudes again again again qualudes again and again
If you've got a lemon a dog and three women
She's your friend
She's doin' qualudes again
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12.

GOIN' BACK TO TEXAS

(Shel Silverstein) « © '79 Evil Eye Music, BMI »
Why did I hurt that woman she never done me wrong
I ran away and left her for a redhead and a song
I got no brains I got no sense I never had no class
So I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass

Yeah I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass
I used to be her stallion but that's all in the past
So place the tail on my nose and point me towards the grass
Cause I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass
[ guitar ] I can't run in the hot sun and I won't run in the mud
I'm overaged for racin' and I'm overweight for stud
But I can dance and I can fight and throw a whiskey glass
I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass

Yeah I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass...
[ guitar ] Yeah I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass...
[ guitar ] I'm goin' back to Texas and be one more horse's ass
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13.

I CAN'T WATCH THE MOVIE ANYMORE

(Jerry Foster - Bill Rice) « © '78 PolyGram Int, ASCAP »
Sittin' on the back row of some ole picture show
There's no villian and no hero
I see life personified upon a silver screen
Then there's nothin' what does that mean
I've seen love all crumpled up like some old popcorn box
Lyin' used and wasted on the floor
I know the way the story ends and I can't watch the movie anymore

I've seen men and women love then move across the stage changin' partners
What does that say
Lives and love get tangled up and someone has to go without a reason
Look what that does
I've seen love just melt away like ice inside a cup
Without a taste of what it was before
I know the way the story ends and I can't watch the movie anymore

Everything in life is like a re-run
Who am I to orchestrate the score
I've seen enough and felt too much to see it all again
And I can't watch the movie anymore
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