Ry Cooder [감독, 기타, 만돌린, 보컬, 어쿠스틱 기타, 일렉트릭 기타, 작곡, 프로듀서]

I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind
My girl and I got married in 1963
We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive

So I bought an old house-trailer out on the country side
You can't write country songs in town they say
We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way

I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I heard that old Hank Williams drove one just like mine
So I thought that something might rub off on me

You can take what you want after I'm gone
It's only just a little place that we called home sweet home
One old house trailer two rusty Cadillacs and 5000 country music songs

I always sent my songs up to Nashville town
In Gase the boys could use a guy like me
But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad
You're bound to get you one just wait and see

I recall the year Ray Price came through town
His tour bus parked about a mile from here

I sat there in the backseat of that old Coupe De Ville
Those shoes were just too big to fill that year

A song on Bobby Bare would take you anywhere
If I'm still here it wasn't for lack of trying
My wife would tell me Honey I'm feelin' somethin' there
Don't care if Bobby never reads a line

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Then late one Summer evening she called me to her side
Saying sing me something in your real old style
The one I like to hear Bobby Bare passed by
I'll just close my eyes and rest a while

Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine
And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly
I just packed up all those song words and my old guitar
I locked them up and threw away the key

You told everybody that I couldn't drive
You didn't even want me around
You knocked my love and you know that's a lie
'Cause I'm a good man when the flag goes down

I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt
Down the road like you never lied
I'll find my way like I never been lost
And you never laughed and I never cried

I'll say goodbye to all my friends
That won't take too very long
They'll be real big men someday
Never gonna miss me when I'm gone

I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt
I'll be long gone like you never lied
l'll find my way like I never been lost
And you never laughed and I never cried

I'm in the road I'm in the right
I got a mind to drive all night
When I get there they'll know my name
My head's blowin' loose all over again
Fuel's gettin' hot sun's gettin' high
Salt is burnin' in my eyes
My brain's still good my tires are fair
lf my drag chute fails baby I don't care

Chorus

I'm recording again and you know why
I need money and that's no lie
Fernando sez my car is trash and he wants cash

My car is old but it's still good
I wouldn't change it baby if I could
I really like that old Cadillac
Fernando sez he won't give it back

Never liked no Jap Cars ain't startin' up now
The whole world's gone crazy anyhow
Public transportation gets me down
Might end up in a bad part of town

Fernando sez it's understood
No offense your credit ain't good
You white folks had it it's all gone now
Never had no rhythm anyhow
Fernando sez take a clue Fernando sez you're overdue
Fernando sez take in mind Fernando sez it's cash on the line

When the evening shadows fall I'm dreaming
Of a certain smile a secret rendezvous
When the day is past and gone I'll come creeping
Down the dark end of the street again to you
In a dimly lit cafe as we go dancing
I try to smile and hide a love that's true
Then they play a lovely tune as we're romancing
And I can't pretend no matter what I do

Dark and different so they tell me
lt's forbidden so they say
But l just tell them we're so happy
She's my Filipino dance halt girl

Good friends have all withdrawn their salutations
Good neighbors pause when I come down the street
Preacher has a look of scom on Sunday morning
And there's a frown on every face I see

Que sera sera the Bible tells me
Novus Ordo Seclorum so they say
I just teil them adios muchachos
She's my Filipino dance hall girl

Then she whispers while we're dancing
In a language soft and low
I just tell her darling I love you
You're my Filipino dance hall girl

Three o'clock this morning I woke up in a dream
Thought I heard a flat-head motor roar thought I smelled gasoline
A feeling came upon me that I ain't had in years
Something like a hot dry wind whistling past my ears
Sayin time time time is all you got
There's a memory that's still burning way down in my mind
And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time

I ain't seen my racing buddies in thirty years or more
One by one I lost them out on the dry lake floor
We liked to push those flat head cars as hard as they could go
Just like old Whisky Bob down on thunder road
I hear their voices calling just across the finish line
And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time

I'll get back to you baby don't you have no fear
'Cause I been there and I wrecked that and baby I'm still here
But I can't take you with me when I cross the finish line
And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time

I was just a boy in school 1954
I heard Johnny singin' on my Sears radio
I wouldn't do my schoolwork then nor join in schoolyard games
I'd sit there by the radio so I could hear him sing

Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time
I want to get on board John I want to ride your train
I don't care where you're goin' long as it ain't where I been
There ain't nothin' in this little town that a boy like me can do
So if you're goin' to Folsom Prison I want to go there too

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

I tried to learn the guitar blues to ease my troubled mind
But Johnny kept a movin' and I kept wastin' time
He was somewhere down Big River but all that I could see
Was west Pico Boulevard and that's what tortured me

And I followed you Big River when you called

Johnny Cash will never die buddy can't you see
He's up there with the Tennessee Two for all eternity
But sometimes in the dark of night his voice still calls to me
Hey porter hey porter was what I heard him say
On my Sears and Roebuck radio Pasadena KXLA.

Little Trona girl little Trona girl Little
Trona girl will you wait for me

Standing in the twilight by the highway side
In my mirror I can nee the teardrops in her eyes

Little Trona girl little Trona girl
Little Trona girl will you wait for me

A mobile home in Anaheim
It's double-wide it's new, it's clean
It's a friendly town I think it's time
it's what we need
We had a long run together a life you can't compare
But the world is changing and it's getting strange out there

Forty years of motel rooms cigarettes and magazines
From Spokane clear down to Bakersfield
You might have seen us on the highway so many times before
But my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won't travel anymore

Skinny-looking farmers brought their families down Looking for a fat time
Had to work all day just to make them spend one thin dime
Like hot dog contests man you could eat 'em
Might raise a buck or two
Boxing matches you couldn't beat 'em
That midget kangaroo was a little too fast for you

We came down here to say good by to an old-time friend of mine
He died Inside his rubber suit out on the street of dreams
lt was a hot July Sunday and he was working over time
Cause the people like seeing Mickey walk by down in Anaheim
Dwarves and fat men just might do the very best they can
But they can't compare with Tomorrow Land it seems
We had some real Western times together but it can't be like before
Cause my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won't travel anymore
No we won't be seen from Bakersfield clear up to Spokane anymore

I got a dog in this fight I got troops on the ground
His name is old Spayed Kooley he's the meanest dog in town
If you think I'm foolin' try bustin' in through the door
He'll tear you a whole brand new one and you won't come back no more

Spayed's a good dog he's really bad
He's the best pal this poor boy ever had

Now Spayed might get suspicious when first you chance to meet
So if you come a callin' you better wipe your feet
Empty out your pockets let him see your hands
Be sure to talk good English so he can understand

Spayed likes mariachis he loves to hear 'em croon
I know he'lI be watchin' if the fiddles ain't in tune
When you come 'round to our table you better play it sweet
Or it's adios muchachos down on Olivera Street

Spayed's a good dog he's really fine
So if you want to be a friend of mine
Pledge allegiance to our flag try to sing on key
And you won't have no problem with my dog Spayed Kooley

I want to go to steel guitar heaven
That's the only resting place for me
I want to go to steel guitar Heaven
There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see
Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day
Shake hands with Speedy and shout hooray
That's steel guitar heaven to me
I heard about steel guitar heaven
I'm going when I die
I heard Paul Bixby's been waiting
He's got something new that he wants me to try
lt turns itself on and tells you a joke
Lights you a drink and pours you a smoke
Paul I don't think it's ready!
That's steel guitar heaven to me

Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love steel players, He's made so many of them
Matter of fact, He's still trying.
But the good Lord knows that the steel player's life on Earth isn't often easy,
So He's set aside a little corner of Heaven, custom made, just for you.
First thing you'll notice, there's always plenty of courteous free parking
And don't it just seem like that old triple-neck ain't near as heavy as it used to be?
Step inside, and you'll find the walls are covered in real knotty pine,
And just take a gander at all that luxurious hi-lo shag, continuous filament,
Nylon-pile, wall-to-wall carpeting. Our Lord chose green-and-gold, my personal favourite.
The tables and chairs are upholstered in genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord chose red, I think it's appropriate.
There's always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand, and you're bound to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look who's here, come on up and sit on in. It's C6th day again.

You can't get fired up in Heaven
Your union card's all paid
There ain't no bosses up in heaven
I heard Spade Cooley didn't make the grade
Everybody's got a Story up in Heaven
Some we all know well
All steel players go to Heaven
Some just go through hell
But the Good Lord loves each and every one
When your ragtime cowboy days are done
Come up to steel guitar Heaven with me
That's steel guitar Heaven to me.

Well, thank you for the drink my friend, that's alright with me
Let's drink to the workingman, wherever he might be
Remember what he stood up for and the struggles he went through
Then let us take a little stroll down Cardboard Avenue

Down on the street where I live, when evening comes around
No T.V. or radio, never hear a lonesome sound
Except some poor Joe cryin', Lord, can I make it up to you?
But he never gets an answer down on Cardboard Avenue

Well here's my little heartbreak hotel, now don't you be let down
When the ghost of Hobo Bill comes a-shufflin' around
He might pause by your side, saying, Buddy, can you spare a dime or two?
Then he'll just drift off into the night on Cardboard Avenue

Now, I hear the whistle blowing now, must be the Red Ball train
We'll see you in the North Country, when the springtime comes again
Just ask any workingman, wherever you might be
The whereabouts of Reverend Tom, Lefty Mouse, and Buddy
And if he asks you, Were you in the fight, did you join the strike of 1932?
Just tell him that you knew us down on Cardboard Avenue

Well I had an Uncle Charley, back in my hometown
Said, Don't take no mice to be your friend
'Cause they'll wait till you're asleep and steal your money and your food
And rat you out when the police come around

Later on I started travellin', seeing something of this world
And I learned to know a thing or two
Just because you've been told a story back in your hometown
Don't have to mean that story's always true

I remember it was winter and things were goin' bad
It rained and it snowed all day long
Nobody would feed me and I couldn't find no job
In a factory or workin' on a farm
I was laying in my suitcase and the snow was falling down
I didn't know what I was gonna do
When I heard a tiny voice out there in the dark
Saying, Brother, can I come in there with you?

Well right here in my bag I got some real good cheese
And a crust of bread or two
If you let me come in and get out of the snow
I'll share what I got with you

Don't take no mice to be your friend
Was the rule Uncle Charley always told
But the north wind kept howling and the snow kept blowin' down
And I couldn't leave him out there in the cold

Well he said his name was Lefty and he'd been traveling round
The secrets of this world to share with you
Mouse traps are set right-handed, get your cheese out from the left
We are many, Buddy, they are few

He said, They'll tell you lies to make you doubt your fellow man
Like cats and mice just can't get along
Well it suits the bosses, Buddy, and it serves them fine
'Cause it keeps us working folks from bein' strong

There's a better world a coming, Buddy
Which side are you on?
Don't let the big men take it, Buddy
Which side are you on?
It's your country, too, Buddy
Which side are you on?
It's time to take a stand, Buddy
Which side are you on?

Play!

Boy, it's a fact mice ain't no good --
Old Charley always said they'll treat you bad
But I'm here to tell you people, and I want it understood
Lefty is the truest friend I'd ever had

Well, you got no credit and I got no cash
Now that bonus they give us was nothing but trash
You been laid off at Goodyear, I been laid off at Hughes
It looks like a bad year, there just ain't no use

'Cause it's Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend
I ain't never been much of a churchgoing man
But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin
If Jesus and Santa Claus ever get back down to Southgate again

Well, the telephone rang and it jumped off the wall
Says, We're sorry, Buddy, but we can't place your call
'Cause Jesus don't answer, Santa ain't got back yet
What's a poor old Red Cat got a right to expect?
So I called up my banker to ask for a loan
Said, It's Christmas Eve, Buddy, there ain't no one home
Then I called up my preacher and he said, We're through
What the heck is a poor old Red Cat gonna do?

Now I'd work any job just to clear a day's pay
Except for being President of the old USA
Now that's dirty work, Lefty, no future, it's true
I'd rather drink up my last nickel with you

Well it's Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend
I ain't never been much of a churchgoin' man
But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin
If Jesus and Santa Claus ever come back down to Southgate again

Well, some folks like the summertime they can walk about
Strolling through the meadow green it's pleasant there's no doubt
But to me the wintertime is the best of all
'Cause I found her when the snow on the ground

Now, I traced her little footprints in the snow
I found her little footprints in the snow
I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way
'Cause I found her when the snow was on the ground

Now the Ladies Garment Workers walked out last wintertime
One little union kitty was a dear sweetheart of mine
She walked around all winter on the picket line
But I found her when the snow was on the ground

Now, the Union Strike Committee didn't like me hangin' round:
Don't interfere with sisters while the strike is on
Don't go around behaving like a ring-tailed tom
But I found her when the snow was on the ground

'Cause I traced her little footprints in the snow
I found her little footprints in the snow
And I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way
'Cause I found her when the snow was on the ground

She's somewhere out there marching with the union band
We'll get back together when the pension check comes in
But every time the snow falls, it brings back memories
'Cause I found here when the snow was on the ground

I traced her little footprints in the snow
Yah, I found her little footprints in the snow
I bless that happy day when Nellie lost her way
'Cause I found her when the snow was on the ground

Walkin' cross the desert, it ain't no fun
Too hot in the daytime, too much sun
Lefty says we'll cross at nighttime
Like my people always have done
Keep moving, quit nagging
Walk, don't run

I ask Lefty, Why'd we bring so much cheese?
Coyotes, Buddy, just you wait and see
Coyotes eat anything, Buddy, long as it's free
Suppose they want a little something extra, Lefty?
Might be you and might be me

Well the desert's dark and the desert's deep, stars everywhere
Something like you never see sittin' in your easy chair
Watch out, Lefty, something strange is comin' down
Look out! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a flyin' tin can
Got those coyotes on the run

Out steps a green dog, as green as he can be
Or maybe she, 'cause when they're wearin' space suits
You can't tell, 'cause you can't see

"In my world, toads are purple, mice are blue, and I declare
A red cat is really something new
I'm so far from home, can you tell me what should I do?"

"Do you think there is room for me in this strange land?
I'm sorry I scared your friends
I write poetry, teach astronomy, how about me?"

"In my world everyone is a friend
Shaking hands, saying how do you do
Guess you'll notice we all look the same, it's so tame
I'd rather take a chance here with you"

Let's ride, says Lefty, let's see how fast this crate can fly
Va Va-va-voom, says Lefty, watch the coyotes scatter, and watch the towns go streaking by
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino just won't do
Go west, you green dog, Hollywood's the place for you
Green dog, green dog, green dog, you're so rare, so rare

You been over at that jukebox, mister, all this afternoon
Playing Hank Williams records for a dime
Well, I may be just a cat to you, but I know that heartbreak tune
And I'm proud to say Hank Williams was a real good friend of mine

I never asked for money or his autograph, you see
'Cause I don't need too much to get along
I just liked to sit there with him and keep him company
Who says cats can't understand a real good country song?

You think you know the man inside your little radio
All the trials and heartaches he's been through
To you he's just a country star, to me he's just a friend
No, you don't know Hank Williams like I do

Some nights we'll go out riding in his great big car
With the little radio that's built right in
I'd sit up front there with him and his old guitar
And listen while the DJ played "Your Cheatin' Heart" again

"Well, Buddy, you know there's something mighty strange about trying to live a life of fame, you see
It's supposed to make me happy, all it does is worry me
Nobody else seems to understand the things that I go through
Only time I feel peaceful is when I'm riding round with you"

You've heard it on the radio, Hank has passed away
In the back seat of that Cadillac, it's true
To you he's just a legend now, to me he's still a friend
No, you don't know Hank Williams like I do
No, you don't know Hank Williams like I do

Down on the farm we had a pig, J. Edgar was his name
He'd eat up all our victuals and start back up again
Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane
Well, that's how J. Edgar Hoover got his name

Now, momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool
So we'd have something good to eat when we got home from school
J. Edgar climbed up on the porch and ate up all that pie
When we got home that mornin' we heard our mamma cry

J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what you've done
You ate up the cherry pie that was for everyone
We made it through the dusters, and the hoppers too
But God help us, J. Edgar, 'cause nothin's safe from you

We had an extra man named Bob he wouldn't work a lick
He drank bad moonshine likker, and it always made him sick
We rode to church on Sunday and stayed a while in town
When we reached home at suppertime, poor Bob could not be found

He wasn't in the parlor, and he wasn't in the lane
Drinking in the pantry or sleepin' in the hay
His hat was in the pigpen, that he always wore
Poor Bob won't be drinking moonshine likker anymore

J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just don't seem fair
You ate Bob our hired hand while we were at prayer
Let's say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too
God help us J. Edgar, nobody's safe from you

Now my name is Buddy, don't you pity me
Don't you pity me, don't you pity me
My name is Buddy, don't you pity me
Don't you pity me, don't you pity me
Just because I ain't so big, you think I'm small
Well, you think I'm small, now you think I'm small
You go around with your head up in the clouds
You just tall, that's all, you just tall, that's all

Now, if you like your tree, better watch out for your tree
Watch out for your tree, Lord, that tree ain't free
The birds won't be round just to keep you company, no
Keep you company, no keep you company

Now if you like your little backyard, watch out for your backyard
Don't let them put a toll road right through your backyard
If you like your little backyard, watch out for your backyard
Don't let them put a toll road right through your backyard

Now You go around with your head up in the clouds
Head up in the clouds, your head up in the clouds
You go around with your head up in the clouds
Your head up in the clouds, oh your head up in the clouds
You ain't so big, now, you just tall, that's all

Now this land was made for you and me
Better watch out for your land, better watch out for your land
This land was made just for you and me
Better watch out for your land, better watch out for your land

Well I got off the train one evening in a little mining town
I started walking up the main street when the sun was going down

When I heard some voices singing, so I went to see what for
Might just be a birthday party, and it might be room for just one more

But it was miners and their families, they had left the mine that day
Walked out for safe conditions, on strike for decent pay

And they sang about their struggle, and their spirit never failed
Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

Union miners stand together, heed no operator's tale
Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

Well all at once police came running, they came running everywhere
They broke up that miner's meeting, and they carried everyone to jail

But the miners kept on singing and they sang the whole night through
When the sun rose in the morning I had learned that miners song

Now the judge he asked the police captain, What's that red cat doin' here?
Get all the reds off the streets, sir, was your orders loud and clear

Now they turned me out of the jailhouse back door, but I wouldn't leave my miner friends
I jumped back to that jailhouse winder and I sang that miner songs again

Union miners stand together, heed no operator's tale
Keep your hand upon the dollar and your eye upon the scale

When I was still a kitten, daddy told me, Son,
There's just one thing that you should know
As through this world you ramble and through this world you roam
Just take this little suitcase when you go

And when the evening sun goes down and you're tired of rambling round
Just set her on the ground and climb right in
You won't ever have to worry about the cold night wind
When you got your little suitcase in your hand

Little suitcase in my hand, I'm rolling through this land
A mansion is much too big for me
When the stars come out at night everything will be alright
'Cause I got my little suitcase in my hand

Now a hard-boiled egg's yellow inside
There's some in every crowd you will find
Now they're afraid to have to do an honest day of work
So the'll blame the workingman every time

But the harder they come, the bigger they fall
Just hold your ground and take your stand
'Cause the free and independent life's still the best of all
When you got your little suitcase in your hand

Little suitcase in my hand, I'm rolling through this land
A mansion is much too big for me
When the stars come out at night everything will be alright
'Cause I got my little suitcase in my hand

Well, we made our way up 99 in the springtime of the year
The San Joaquin was all in bloom, and songbirds everywhere
We chanced upon a workingman, lying by the road
I judged him for a truck driver by the clothes he wore

We drew some nearer to him then, inquirin' of his name
Well, here's three little angels come down for to carry me home
Then, bear me up to Jesus now, my Savior I shall see
You ain't no regular angels, boys, but that's alright by me

Then Lefty, stepping forward, addressed the dyin' man
Saying, We're no angels, brother, but we'll do all we can
What cowards set upon you, sir, and dealt the fatal blow?
We'll pull out every workingman from here to Ohio

It was no vigilante gang, nor ranch-boss thugs this time
But the meatloaf special dinner I had on Highway 99
A comely waitress served me there, and she cooled me with her fan
But fatal meatloaf has struck down this old truck drivin' man

Then Lefty reached down in his bag, saying, You ain't dyin', friend
Just take a drink of whiskey now, you'll feel alright again
All through the night we lingered there and passed that bottle round
We hauled aboard at sunrise, lit out for Frisco town

Now, the workingman must be we'll warned whenever headlines scream
"Your rights must yield, the bombs must fall to save democracy"
The flag they fly, their stew of lies served up at votin' time
Like poison under the gravy on Highway 99

Well there's a bright side somewhere, there's a bright side somewhere
Now I ain't gonna rest until I find it
There's a bright side somewhere

And there's more love somewhere, and there's more peace somewhere
I ain't gonna rest until I find it
There's a bright side somewhere

People got a good job somewhere, got a lot of good friends somewhere
Got a little suitcase, got a little family, over on the bright side somewhere

I'm going to tell you a story right here
Huh, you may not believe it

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, standin' in the prison yard
They were taking poor Joe, chained and bound, to a Utah firing squad
Well he turned and looked at me right then, sayin', Don't you be misled
They're trying to tear our free speech down, and Buddy, they ain't near quit yet
See, they framed me on a killin' charge, you know I wouldn't lie to you
But the only crime here that I done was three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, oh three chords and the truth
Well the only crime that Joe Hill done was three chords and the truth
Well he sang his good old union songs, he got his message through
But they couldn't stand to hear a workingman sing three chords and the truth

I see you don't believe you're old friend Buddy here
Heh, take a drink, I think you need it

Oh J. Edgar Hoover liked to hear the darkies sing, till one man changed that all around
Paul Robeson was a man that you couldn't ignore, and that's what drove J. Edgar down
(Yah drove him down)
He called up his New York Klan boyfriends, sayin', I got something good for you
Get right down there to Peekskill, New York town, and kill three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, oh, three chords and the truth
Well the only crime you ever got from Paul was three chords and the truth
Now if this is the land of democracy, I got one question for you
Why wasn't Paul Roberson set free on three chords and the truth?

I see you still don't believe it
I'll bother you one more time
I'll bother you one more time, right mister

Now they took Pete Seeger before the law and put him on the witness stand
But he stood right up to tyranny with just a banjo in his hand
Such a righteous banjo picker, watchin' out for me and you
That was just a man who wouldn't back down on three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, three chords and the truth
Well the only crime Pete Seeger done was three chords and the truth
Yah, he sang his freedom songs real good, he's still getting his message through
Better check out old Pete Seeger on three chords and the truth

Three chords and the truth, well its three chords and the truth
Well you better check out your old friend Buddy right now on three chords and the truth

Better check out old Harlan Howard, personal friend of mine
Check out old Harlan on three chords and the truth
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three cool cats
three cool cats
parked on the corner in a beat up car
devouring up a liquor candy bar
talking all about how sharp they are
these three cool cats
three cool chicks
three cool chicks
walking down the street just swinging their hips
sw...ing up a bag of potato chips
and three cool cats did three big flips
for these three cool chicks
up pop that first cool cat
he said, "man look at that
men do you see what I see?"
"I want the middle chick"


"and I want the little chick"
"hey men, save one chick for me!"
three cool chicks
three cool chicks
they look like angels from up above
three cool cats really fell in love
three cool chicks made three fools
of these three cool cats
that's what they did
three cool chicks
made fools of these
three cool cats
I'm a fool for you baby
three cool chicks
three cool cats

three cool cats
three cool cats
parked on the corner in a beat up car
devouring up a liquor candy bar
talking all about how sharp they are
these three cool cats
three cool chicks
three cool chicks
walking down the street just swinging their hips
sw...ing up a bag of potato chips
and three cool cats did three big flips
for these three cool chicks
up pop that first cool cat
he said, "man look at that
men do you see what I see?"
"I want the middle chick"


"and I want the little chick"
"hey men, save one chick for me!"
three cool chicks
three cool chicks
they look like angels from up above
three cool cats really fell in love
three cool chicks made three fools
of these three cool cats
that's what they did
three cool chicks
made fools of these
three cool cats
I'm a fool for you baby
three cool chicks
three cool cats

Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s
Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s
Cuando la maraca come mucho arroz

Chinito ni trabaja, a 5 why a 2
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon
Cuando la maraca la lleva al canton
Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca, chinito
Chinito, chinito, no proecupes m찼s
Vaya Chino

Chinito, chinito
Chinito finito
Chinito bonito

Ay chinito bonito, donde vas?
Donda vas chinito con su maraca
Why donde estan mis pantalones, chinito?
Pinche chinito, con mi camisa, dame la ropa

Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca, chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s
Chinito, chinito, me lava la lopa
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s

Cuando la maraca come mucho arroz
Chinito ni trabaja a 5 why a 2
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon
Cuando la maraca la lleva al canton

Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s
Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa
Chinito, chinito, no preocupes m찼s

Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca” (maraca), chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” (preocupes) mas.
Chinito, chinito, me lava la “lopa” (ropa).
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Cuando la “malaca” come mucho “aloz” (arroz),
Chinito ni “tlabaja” (trabaja) a 5 y a 2.
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon,
Cuando la “malaca” la lleva al canton.
Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Vaya Chino.

CORO:
Chinito, chinito.
Chinito finito.
Chinito bonito.

¿Ay chinito bonito, donde vas?
¿Donda vas chinito con su “malaca,”
Y donde estan mis pantalones, chinito?
Pinche chinito, con mi camisa, dame la “lopa.”

Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Chinito, chinito, me lava la “lopa.”
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.
Cuando la “malaca” come mucho “aloz,”
Chinito ni “tlabaja” a 5 y a 2.
Lava la camisa, me plancha pantaloon,
Cuando la “malaca” la lleva al canton.
Chinito, chinito, toca la “malaca,” chinito.
Chinito, chinito, no “plecupes” mas.

Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan.
Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man.
He's been to school and he can see what's best for all of you.
Please trust me, my name is Frank, don't turn me down.
Don't call me red.

Every church has its prophets and its elders.
God will love you if you just play ball, that's right.
Fritz Burns, Chief Parker, and J Edgar.
I outlived those bastards after all.


We survived those dark days full of danger.
In the end fate has been good to me.
If you're in the neighbourhood, stranger,
You're welcome to drop in and see.
My name is Frank, don't turn me down.

Don't call me red.

Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan.
Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man.
He's been to school and he can see what's best for all of you.
Please trust me, my name is Frank, don't turn me down.
Don't call me red.

Every church has its prophets and its elders.
God will love you if you just play ball, that's right.
Fritz Burns, Chief Parker, and J Edgar.
I outlived those bastards after all.


We survived those dark days full of danger.
In the end fate has been good to me.
If you're in the neighbourhood, stranger,
You're welcome to drop in and see.
My name is Frank, don't turn me down.

Don't call me red.

Antes se bailaba swing,
Boogie-woogie, jitterbug.
Pero esto ya torcio.
Y este es lo que sucedio.

CORO:
Pachucos suaves bailan rumba,
Bailan la rumba y le zumba.
Bailan guaracha sabroson,
El botecito y el danzon.



Cada Sabado en la noche
Yo me voy a borlotiar
Con mi linda pachucona.
Las caderas a menear.

Ella le hace muy de aquellas
Cuando empieza a guarachar.
Al compas de los timbales,
Yo me siento petetear.

CORO

Antes se bailaba swing
Boogie-woogie, jitterbug
Pero esto ya torcio
Y este es lo que sucedio

Pachucos suaves bailan rumba
Bailan la rumba y le zumba
Bailan guaracha sabroson
El botecito y el danzon

Cada Sabado en la noche
Yo me voy a borlotiar
Con mi linda pachucona
Las caderas a menear

Ella le hace muy de aquellas
Cuando empieza a guarachar
Al compas de los timbales
Yo me siento petetear

Pachucos suaves bailan rumba
Bailan la rumba y le zumba
Bailan guaracha sabroson
El botecito y el danzon

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream.
“Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.”

Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque.

Broto un desmadre, por tipo acomodado,
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado.

El precio en sangre que se saco de mi gente
Hasta tal dia mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde.

Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tracion dineral.
Una bola de pinches, sin corazon, y falso piedad.
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar.

Onda callejera, onda sin honor.
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor.

Onda de lo peor.

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream.
“Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.”

Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque.

Broto un desmadre, por tipo acomodado,
Sobre un pedazo de tierra injustamente robado.

El precio en sangre que se saco de mi gente
Hasta tal dia mancha La Loma y el Palo Verde.

Como duele el recuerdo si me pongo a pensar
En el mal gusto de vida y tracion dineral.
Una bola de pinches, sin corazon, y falso piedad.
Por llenarse las bolsas se van a quemar.

Onda callejera, onda sin honor.
Maldita onda, onda de lo peor.

Onda de lo peor.

Tell you 'bout a friend of mine that you don't know
He lives way up a road that's lost in time
Don't know his name or where he's coming from
Only thing you know
He's a real gone cat, this friend of mine

He don't have no uptown friends that drive a Cadillac
But he's got cool threads and a beat up car
All his downtown friends like me, ride around in the back
Cause he's a real cool cat
Yeah, he's a real gone cat, this friend of mine

La Loma boys will run with you
Do anything that you want 'em to
And if you need a friend 'cause you're feeling blue
Palo Verde girls never let you down

Na, na, na, na, na
Living in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na
Living in a poor man's Shangri-La

Firme guys in their firme cars
Underneath the moon and stars
The city lights way down below

What's that sound? What's that light?
Streaking down through the night
What's it mean? It's a red cloud over Chavez Ravine

Orale, UFO, come gliding low
Se cayo, up Chavez road
Space vato, square cat
Say, "Caramba, partners, where's the party at?"

I heard about the cool jerk and the alligator
And I heard about Tokay Wine, Mary Jane, and lil' Julian Herrera
I wanna learn to dance, make romance
These La Bishop girls might take a chance

My friend say, "No, be cool, bro'
If you want to dance slow
Learn to ask a mi hermana con respeto"

UFO's got a radio
Lil' Julian singing soft and low
Los Angeles down below
DJ say, we got to go, where?
To El Monte, El Monte, El Monte, pa El Monte

Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La

Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La

El Monte, El Monte
Come El Monte, come on, pa El Monte
Oh, the UFO got a radio

Na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Livin' in a poor man's Shangri-La

Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know
He lives way up a road that's lost in time.
Don't know his name, or where he's coming from,
Only thing you know, he's a real gone cat,
This friend of mine.

He don't have no uptown friends, or drive a Cadillac,
But he's got cool threads and a beat up car.
All his downtown friends like me ride around in the back
'Cause he's a real cool cat, yeah he's a real cool cat,
This friend of mine.

La Loma boys will run with you,
Do anything that you want them to,
If you need a friend 'cause you're feeling blue
Palo Verde girls never let you down.

Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.

Firme guys in their firme cars,
Underneath the moon and stars.
The city lights way down below.
What's that sound? What's that light
Streaking down through the night?

What's it mean? It's a red cloud over
Chavez Ravine.

Orale, UFO, come gliding low.
Se cayo up Chavez Road.
Space Vato, square cat.
Say, "Caramba, partners, where's the party at?"

I heard about the cool jerk, and the alligator,
Tokay wine, Mary Jane, and Lil' Julian Herrera.
Iwant to learn to dance, make romance.
These La Bishop girls might take a chance.

My friend says, "No, be cool, bro.
If you want to dance slow,
Learn to ask a mi hermana con respeto."

UFO got a radio.
Lil' Julian singing soft and low.
Los Angeles down below.
DJ says, we got to go.
To El Monte, El Monte, pa El Monte.

Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.

There's a place where i've been told
Every street is paved with gold
And it's just across the borderline
And when it's time to take your turn
Here's one lesson that you must learn
You could lose more than you'll ever hope to find

When you reach the broken promised land
And every dream slips through your hands
Then you'll know that it's too late to change your mind
'cause you've paid the price to come so far
Just to wind up where you are
And you're still just across the borderline

Up and down the rio grande
A thousand footprints in the sand
Reveal a secret no one can define
The river flows on like a breath
In between our life and death
Tell me who's the next to cross the borderline

En la triste oscuridad (in the sad darkness)
Hoy tenemos que cruzar (today we have to cross)
Este ro que nos llama ms all (this river which calls us further away)

But hope remains when pride is gone
And it keeps you moving on
Calling you across the borderline

When you reach the broken promised land
Every dream slips through your hands
And you'll know it's too late to change your mind
'cause you pay the price to come so far
Just to wind up where you are
And you're still just across the borderline
Now you're still just across the borderline
And you're still just across the borderline