If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn, I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold
All that I am asking is for ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man.
Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold dollars where your love is baby, Before I let my deal go down
Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold dollars where your love is baby, Before I let my deal go down
Don't you push me baby, cause I'm all alone And I know a little something you might never know Don't you touch our liquor, just a cup of cold coffee I'm gonna wake up in the morning and go
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the queen of diamonds by the way she shines Come to papa on an inside straight, Causel I got no chance of losing this time No I got no chance of losing this time No I got no chance of losing this time
How can I fly with these old doggy wings While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator
Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream
Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine
So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine
Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp
Take me down To the infirmary Lay me down On cotton sheets Put a damp cloth On my forehead Lay me down And let me sleep
I know the whiskey, it won't soothe my soul And the morphine won't heal my heart But if you take me down to the infirmary I won't have to sleep or drink alone
So, take me down To the infirmary Walk a sound that's as blue as her eyes Oh, sister Magdalene won't you fetch the doctor's flask He is going to need a steady A steady hand
I know the whiskey, it won't soothe my soul And the morphine won't heal my heart But if you take me down to the infirmary I won't have to sleep or drink alone
So, take me down To the infirmary Lay me down on cotton sheets Put a damp cloth on my forehead Lay me down let me sleep Lay me down let me sleep
Be my sweet potato Be my honey lamb Dance around the campfire Hang around a while
Well, I been caught stealing Someone else's vibe Everybody loves or hates us But we're still alive
Well wake up in the morning Cup of coffee, grab your bags Jump into the caddie 'Cause this touring ain't a drag They were overrated, educated I suppose a little jaded When I get off this I think I'm gonna have to be sedated
Be my sweet potato I'll be your honey lamb Give me some black tupelo I been caught again Shit!
I went to New York City But then I come right back Everyone was cool there I couldn't get no slack You seen me in the papers You seen me in the Voice I think I'd stay in Dixie If I had the choice
Well wake up in the morning Cup of coffee, grab your bags Jump into the caddie 'Cause this touring ain't a drag They were overrated, educated I suppose a little jaded When I get off this I think I'm gonna have to be sedated
Be my sweet potato I'll be your honey lamb Give me some black tupelo I been caught again
If I could just keep My stupid mind together Then my thoughts across The land for you to see The sun drags locomotives To the ocean No one knows this like I do Seconds clicking which I'm Change to dust Whithered roots of hair And nights of rust I'm waiting in the currents Of the ocean I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes
I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so tired of goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes
When night comes crawling in On a horse Soaking up my dreams Through the pores I'm so sick I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes Goodbyes
I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so tired of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so sick, so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so, I'm so Goodbyes Goodbyes Goodbyes
I'm standing in your corridor I wonder what I'm waiting for The Leaves are drifting out to sea I'm waiting for you desperately
All things beautiful All things beautiful I want everything I want everything
You call us with your silent seas You call us in our tiny boats Gather us up with the storm And cast us out upon the shore
All things beautiful All things beautiful I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything
You're deep inside this fecund swamp Or let it be your beating heart You're deep inside this fecund swamp You call us in our tiny boats
All things beautiful All things beautiful I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything
Well, lucky number seven passed me by Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by Well he came back don't you know With his brother six in tow And that is how number thirteen wound up at my side
And that is how I got these lonesome Johnny blues How I got these lonesome Johnny blues Got the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues
Here we go
Grim reaper he pulled up into my drive Grim reaper pulled his little old chevrolet right up onto the goddamn drive Johnny, I haven't come up for you But I want someone who's dear to you And the price you pay is to remain alive
And I'll stay here with these lonesome Johnny blues Stay here with these lonesome Johnny blues With the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues
Woah, no more trouble send him down the road, won't you please. No more trouble won't you beat him up, won't you send him down the road Trouble dumped out the trash Ransacked the place for cash And he wound up taking much more than I own
And he left me with these lonesome Johnny blues Left me with these lonesome Johnny blues With the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues
Johnny blues The sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Johnny blues The sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head Everyone said she was dangerous
Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets Deep in his heart, we all knew he felt differently We all knew he was an anarchist
Well I, I'd like to devour you But you, you'd probably devour me
For your golden wheat, for your oat bran head Deep in my heart Girl you're a beautiful animal I'll put a tag on your ear
Here we go!
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head Everyone said she was dangerous
Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets Deep in his heart we all knew he felt differently We all knew he was an anarchist
Well I, I'd like to devour you But you, you'd probably devour me
Well I, I'd like to devour you But you, you'd probably devour me
Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal
Origin: Kerosene Hat Soraya Rozkuszka: "Someone at the San Francisco shows, Bugs I think, was talking about the recording of Kerosene Hat--the snoring (on Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab) was supposedly the security guard for the sound stage they built, who dozed off so they lowered a boom mike over him. The hammering and sawing is supposedly all them building the stage/set/whatchamacallit."
Well I've been up to Paris And I've slept in a park Went down to Barcelona Someone broke in my car And I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl
Took the train down to Athens And I slept in a fountain Some Swiss junkie in Turin Ripped me off for my cash Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl
The CRS on the metro Shook me down for a bribe On my knees for the sergeant When my passport arrived Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl
Called my mom from a payphone I said "I'm down to my last." She said "I sent you to college Now go call your dad." And the waitress that he married Well she hung up the phone You know she never did like me But I can stand on my own
Sold my plasma in Amsterdam Spent it all in a night Buying drinks at the Melk Weg For a soldier in drag And I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl
Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl Euro-trash Girl, I'm a Euro-trash girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl
Solo Johnny
Got a tattoo in Berlin And a case of the crabs A rose and a dagger On the palm of my hand And I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl
Origin: Kerosene Hat Soraya Rozkuszka: "Someone at the San Francisco shows, Bugs I think, was talking about the recording of Kerosene Hat--the snoring (on Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab) was supposedly the security guard for the sound stage they built, who dozed off so they lowered a boom mike over him. The hammering and sawing is supposedly all them building the stage/set/whatchamacallit."
How can I fly with these old doggy wings While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator
Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream
Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine
So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine
Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp
Well I've been up to Paris And I've slept in a park. Went down to Barcelona Someone broke in my car And I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl. Took the train down to Athens And I slept in a fountain. Some Swiss junkie in Turin Ripped me off for my cash. Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl. The CRS on the metro Shook me down for a bribe. On my knees for the sergeant When my passport arrived. Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl
Called my mom from a payphone I said "I'm down to my last." She said "I sent you to college Now go call your dad." And the waitress that he married Well she hung up the phone. Ya know she never did like me But I can stand on my own. Sold my plasma in Amsterdam. Spent it all in a night Buying drinks at the Melk Weg For a soldier in drag. And I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl
Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl My Eurotrash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl Got a tattoo in Berlin And a case of the crabs. A rose and a dagger On the palm of my hand. And I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl.
How can I fly with these old doggy wings While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator
Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream
Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine
So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine
Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp
