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Flying Burrito Bros

The Gilded Palace Of Sin

(# 164 top pop album)

A&M SP-4175
Feb / 1969

Produced by Larry Marks, Henry Lewy

Cover image of The Gilded Palace Of Sin

Chris Hillman - vocal/guitar/mandolin
Gram Parsons - vocal/guitar/piano/organ
Pete Kleinow - steel
Chris Ethridge - bass/piano
Jon Corneal, Thomas Phillips, Sam Goldstein, Eddie Hoh - drums
Vocals:
David Crosby, Hot Burrito Chorus
Recorded:
1968, A&M Studio, Hollywood

1.

Christine's Tune

Chris Hillman - Gram Parsons

© Irving Music, BMI

She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise in disguise

Now a woman like that all she does is hate you
She doesn't know what makes a man a man
She'll talk about the time that she's been with you
She'll speak your name to everyone she can

She's a devil in disguise...

Unhappiness has been her close companion
Her world is full of jealousy and doubt
It gets her off to see a person crying
She's just the kind that you can't do without

She's a devil in disguise...

Her number always turns up in your pocket
Whenever you are looking for a dime
It's all right to call her but I'll bet you
The moon is full and you're just wasting time

She's a devil in disguise...

In disguise in disguise
In disguise in disguise
In disguise

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2.

Sin City

Chris Hillman - Gram Parsons

© Irving Music, BMI

This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

The scientists say
It'll all wash away
But we don't believe any more
Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

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3.

Do Right Woman Do Right Man

Chips Moman - Dan Penn

© Press Music, BMI

Take me to heart and I'll always love you
And nobody else could make me do wrong
Take me for granted and I'll tag along
Makes willpower weak and temptation strong

A woman's only human
This you must understand
She's not just a plaything
She expects love just like a man

So if you want a do right all day woman
You got to be a do right all night man

They say that it's a man's world
But you can't prove that by me
So as long as we're together baby
You better show some respect for me

So if you want a do right all day woman
You got to be a do right all night man
You got to be a do right all night man
You got to be a do right all night man

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4.

The Dark End Of The Street

Chips Moman - Dan Penn

© Fame Music, BMI

At the dark end of the street
That's where we'll always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don't belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
You and me at the dark end of the street
You and me

I know that time's gonna take its toll
We'll have to pay for the love that we stole
Cause it's a sin and we know that we're wrong
Oh but our love keeps coming on strong
You and me at the dark end of the street
You and me

They're gonna find us, they're gonna find us
They're gonna find us someday
We'll steal away to the dark end of the street
You and me

If you take a walk downtown
And find some time to look around
If you should see me and I walk on by
Oh darling please don't cry
Tonight we'll meet at the dark end of the street
You and me

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5.

My Uncle

Chris Hillman - Gram Parsons

© Irving Music, BMI

A letter came today from the draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
It asked me questions about my mama and papa
Now that ain't what I call exactly fair

So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

A sad old soldier once told me a story
About a battlefield that he was on
He said a man should never fight for glory
He must know what is right and what is wrong

So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

Now, I don't know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect it's more than I can pay
He's asking me to sign a three-year contract
I guess I'll catch the first bus out today

So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

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6.

Wheels

Chris Hillman - Gram Parsons

© Irving Music, BMI

We've all got wheels to take ourselves away
We've got the telephones to say what we can't say
We've all got higher and higher every day
Come on wheels take this boy away

We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
So come on wheels take me home today
Come on wheels take this boy away

And when I feel my time is almost up
And destiny is in my right hand
I'll turn to him who made my faith so strong
Come on wheels make this boy a man

We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
Come on wheels take me home today
Come on wheels take this boy away
Come on wheels take this boy away

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7.

Juanita

Chris Hillman - Gram Parsons

© Irving Music, BMI

No affection were the words that stuck on my mind
When she walked out on me for the very last time
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done to be treated this way

In a cold dirty room that's where I found myself
With a bottle of wine and some pills off the shelf
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done and I'm feeling so ashamed

Then an angel appeared, she was just seventeen
In a dirty old gown with a conscious so clean
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
She's brought back the life that I once threw away
She's brought back the life that I once threw away

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8.

Hot Burrito No. 1

Gram Parsons - Chris Ethridge

© Irving Music, BMI

You may be sweet and nice
But that won't keep you warm at night
Cause I'm the one who showed you how
To do the things you're doing now

He may feel all your charms
He may hold you in his arms
But I'm the one who let you in
I was right beside you then

Once upon a time
You let me feel you deep inside
And nobody knew nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?

I'm your toy I'm your old boy
But I don't want no one but you to love me
No I wouldn't lie
You know I'm not that kind of guy

Once upon a time
You let me feel you deep inside
And nobody knew nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?

I'm your toy I'm your old boy
But I don't want no one but you to love me
No I wouldn't lie
You know I'm not that kind of guy

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9.

Hot Burrito No. 2

Gram Parsons - Chris Ethridge

© Irving Music, BMI

Yes you loved me and you sold my clothes
I love you but that's the way that it goes
So it goes yes you know how I feel
So it goes it just couldn't be real
And we know it's wrong
And I don't think it's gonna go on
When I come home carrying my shoes
I've been waiting to tell you some news

And you want me home all night
And you don't want another fight
But you better love find some love
You better love me Jesus Christ

Yes you loved me and you sold all my clothes
I love you baby but that's the way that it goes
So it goes I guess you know how I feel
So it goes yes it couldn't be real

And you want me home all night
You just don't want another fight
But you better love find some love
Love me baby Jesus Christ

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10.

Do You Know How It Feels

Gram Parsons - Barry Goldberg

© Guitar Music, BMI

Do you know how it feels to be lonesome
When there's just no one left who really cares
Did you ever try to smile at some people
And all they ever seem to do is stare

And you remember how it feels to be cold again
When the happiness of love has gone away
And you never want to go out on the street again
And you only seem to live from day to day

Do you know how it feels to be lonesome
When there's just no one left who really cares
Did you ever try to smile at some people
Yes and all they ever seem to do is stare
Yes and all they ever seem to do is stare

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11.

Hippie Boy

Chris Hillman - Gram Parsons

© Irving Music, BMI

I was walking down the street the other day
And a sight came before my eyes
It was a little hippie boy I must have been twice his size
His appearance typified his strange breed
Gaudy clothes long stringy hair hanging down
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my early trips to town
As he walked beside me on down the block
I noticed no unpleasing smell
He might have been on the weed or even LSD
But if he was I couldn't tell
So we walked together that way through this neighborhood
Finally he turned around to me
And he said friend you know we're a million miles apart
But you know something we can enjoy the sunshine and the weather
So why don't we put our differences aside
And just talk to each other
You see this box beneath my arm
To you it's plain it has no charm
But to someone dearest to my heart this box has played a tragic part
This little one can't tell you himself about his life and how he died
But if anyone else could speak for him I guess I'm qualified
This boy was in Chicago he didn't know why he was there
He was with his family and friends and he didn't really care
You might have been one of those
Who saw the struggle there on your television screen
The tragic thing is so much else happened
That no one else could have seen
A stranger handed this boy a dollar to do a simple chore
To carry a package to a nearby hotel
And when he returned he'd get two more
But when he came back he sort of lost his way walking thru the crowd
One of them things you ask yourself how the Lord allowed
But when he was found he was like he is now
Dreaming sweet and still
And in his little hand was a crumpled dollar bill
Now you can take that dollar
Get four cents on it compound it quarterly at any downtown bank
So they can back some hot new tank or atom bomb
Well what I'm going to tell you now you can stay or you can leave
You kind of listened to my story so far but just one more thing
It's the same for any hippie bum or hillbilly out on the street
Just remember this little boy and never carry more than you can eat
Now could you help us sing this song please
There will be peace in the valley for him now we pray
I will think of the little hippie boy that way

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