Galway Bay
C
G
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
G7
C
Then maybe at the closing of the day,
Dm
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
G7
C
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay,
And to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin,
And watch the bare-foot gosoons as they play,
For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the heather as it blows,
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
Speak a language that strangers do not know,
For the stranger came and tried to teach us their ways,
They scorned us just for being what we are,
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.
And if there is going to be a life here after,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be,
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea.
If You Gotta Go
Mudfoot Brown doing Bob Dylan
G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | x2
G
C
G
C
Listen to me, baby. There's something you must see:
G
C
G(stop)
I wanna be with you, girl...
if you wanna be with me.
GC--|GC - -|G C --|GC--|
So if you gotta go,
it's alright.
C
G
D
But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night.
GC--|GC--|GC--|GC--|
It ain't that I'm questioning you to take part in any kind of quiz
It's just that I ain't got no watch, and you keep asking me what time it is.
So if you gotta go, it's alright.
But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night.
{break} G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | G C - - | lots of repeats
I am just a poor boy, baby, trying to connect.
But I certainly don't want you thinking that I haven't got any respect.
So if you gotta go, it's alright.
But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night.
You know I'd have nightmares and a guilty conscience, too,
If I kept you from anything that you really wanted to do.
But if you gotta go, it's all right.
But if you gotta go, go now, or else you gotta stay all night.
{break}
GC--|GC--|GC--|GC--|
lots of repeats
It ain't that I'm wanting anything you never gave before.
It's just that I'll be sleeping soon, and it'll be too dark for you to find the door.
So if you gotta go, it's alright.
But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night.
Listen to me, baby. There's something you must see:
I wanna be with you, girl, if you wanna be with me.
So if you gotta go, it's alright.
But if you gotta go, go now, or else you got to stay all night.
Gary, Indiana
G
C
G
G
D
Have you ever been to Gary, Indiana? Gary, Indiana in the spring?
G
C
G
G
D
G
If you've ever been to Gary, Indiana, you would hear that mockingbird sing.
Have you ever been to the plains of east Moravia?
The plains of east Moravia in the spring?
If you've ever been to the plains of east Moravia, you would hear that mockingbird sing.
Have you ever seen the rolling hills of Iowa? The rolling hills of Iowa in the spring?
If you've ever seen the rolling hills of Iowa, you would hear that mockingbird sing.
G
C
G
My daddy's in the big house doing time for getting by.
G
D
My mama's back in Gary making love and homemade pie.
G
C
D
My sister, she don't come round here cuz she can't get along.
G
D
G
And my little brother thinks there's nothing wrong.
And each time that I come back here I still bring less of me.
There are scenes within my life right now that they will never see.
And even if they did they would not recognize my face.
And that has now become my saving grace.
C
G
Daddy, I don't wanna go back to the farm in Ohio
D
The animals are all sold off now and all you grow is grain...
G
And anyway... The only one that I was fond of
C
Was that mare that you called Lady Love
G
D
G
She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down.
The farmland in Moravia is a lot like that in Iowa
The rows are all plowed straight as blades and the corn it grows so tall
And once when I was there with you, I plowed a row a time or two.
But the harvest was too great, and you gave more than I could haul.
Daddy, I don't wanna go back to the farm in Ohio
The animals are all sold off now and all you grow is grain...
And anyway... The only one that I was fond of
Was that mare that you called Lady Love
She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down.
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And I don't wanna farm no more cuz pushing plows just makes me sore
I've been outside, I've seen the world, I've tasted love and I want more and now
Your forty acres just fence me in,
I'm never going home again.
Can you ever understand my need to keep moving down the line.
Once I loved a girl next door to the family farm in north Baltimore
But she packed it in, up to Bowling Green, and then I was left alone
Now you ask again as I ride this train
Why I curse the sun and I pray for rain
But your city flesh cannot take away all the country in my bones.
Daddy, I don't wanna go back to the farm in Ohio
The animals are all sold off now and all you grow is grain...
And anyway... The only one that I was fond of
Was that mare that you called Lady Love
She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down.
She must be old now – There ain't no way I could help you put her down.
Jackie Chan
F – Am slide Gm – B slide C –
F – Am slide Gm – B slide C –
F – Am slide Gm – C B F – C – F – BF
Bridge:
B–C–F--B–C–F--B – C – F – Dm
G---C---
Well I first got the feeling that something wasn’t right
I was thinking it was just about over,
when you dropped a gram of thorazine in my Sprite
and you put me on a red eye to Dover.
Well I had it in my mind to forgive you,
you’d regret it later on in the night
when you got to thinking ‘bout it baby, put it in a different light.
But the coroner said I’d be better off dead than living with a woman like you
When those 13 drunken hoodlums whipped my ass
Now I think of myself as a man, but I ain’t no Jackie Chan
They said you asked them nice and paid in cash
Let’s get funky, let’s get loose
I’ll be your Casey Jones and drive it home in your caboose, baby
Take a minute think about the people you meet
Are they any better off than you are?
Be my Bolshevik, baby, I wanna be your Czar
Well I got a good job in a retail store
and they told me it was gonna be steady.
So I ran home on my very first day
in a slinky celebratory teddy.
But you started celebrating without me
‘cause I noticed with a little chagrin
you had a man in the bed, two goats, and a bottle of gin.
But the garbageman said I’d be better off dead than living with a woman like you
When they found my mangled body in the trash
Now I think of myself as a man, but I ain’t no Jackie Chan
They said you asked them nice and paid in cash
Let’s get funky, let’s get loose
I’ll be your Casey Jones and drive it home in your caboose, baby
Take a minute think about the people you meet
Are they any better off than you are?
Be my Bolshevik, baby, I wanna be your Czar
German
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B
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(A Waltz)
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If I was a german you’d leave your new boyfriend for me
If I was a german what a mighty fine lover I’d be
We’d park in the park in my sporty Volkswagen
Sing guttural love songs for most of the day
Lay back in the backseat all night guten tag’en away
If I was a german I whip up some strudel for you
I’d weiner your schnitzel and taste of your hamburgers too
We’d be seen at the best discotechs boogie woogin’
Then back at the hotel overlooking the bay
We’d rattle the windows and the walls farhvergnugin’ away
If I was a german I’d summon the Werhmacht for you
I’d battle your bulges and start a world conflict or two
We’d walk arm in arm down those old streets of cobble
We’d mark all our Deutsches and shop through the day
Late afternoon back in our room we could Schnabel away
We would Schnabel away
Leibling ich liebe dich wie kein anderer kann,
So bitte genicht einfach weg irrgendwann
B -
Circling Normal
A
D
I woke up this morning, sunbeam in my eyes,
Pretty girl lying next to me under sweet Alaska skies,
Nothing on but a bikini bottom made of seran wrap and some twine...
And just then her sister walked in, wearing less and carrying wine.
E
D
A
And there's no shittier way to end a wet dream than to wake up in the drunk tank
E
D
Wondering what happened to your life
E
And your green shoes.
A
D
Don't call me, Steve; I'm circling normal.
Don't call me, Steve; I'm circling normal.
I first met Steve many years ago, back in high school as a kid.
Detention hall, as I recall, but I can't remember what I did.
I do recall what he did, though: He shaved a cat, and painted him green.
Set him loose in the Special Ed room on the day before Halloween.
There's got to be a better method for picking your friends
than just to hang around with those that'll have ya...
But the football players all called me a dweeb
And then they kicked my ass.
Don't call me Steve; I'm circling normal.
Don't call me Steve; I'm circling normal.
Me and Steve been in a rock 'n' roll band 25 years now, or a little less.
It's almost as long as Aerosmith, but we haven't had their success.
The pinnacle of our career came in 1996
When we opened up for an opening band that opened up once for KISS.
There's got to be something more to the rock 'n' roll dream
than playing video games in your underwear
But my father always said to chase my dreams...
and then recanted.
F#m
E
At 41, I'm beginning to wonder just when my star will rise
D
E
Kurt Cobain had to suffer for his art
So I can, too.
Met a girl on the internet, when I answered an ad back in May.
She don't wear much seran wrap, but she's sexy in her own way.
We get along well, but she wants me to get a real job, or she's gonna leave.
I explained to her that I had one – playing rock 'n' roll with Steve.
But then those rust-encrusted ragged daggers burst out from her eyes
Inspiring me to change my master plan
So I'm quitting the band.
Don't call me, Steve; I'm circling normal.
Don't call me Steve; I'm circling normal.
Don't call me Steve; I wanna be normal.
I wanna get a wife, be a family man.
I wanna take my kids to Kazakhstan.
Sit around Sundays watching games on the tube
Get HBO, see softcore boobs
I want money like the guys on TV
Yeah, maybe I'll join that GOP
Pay my bills on time, get a cell phone
Get a cubicle that I can call my own.
I wanna be normal
I wanna be normal
Someday
Molly Says
G – C – Em – D – ad infinitum
Bridge
Em - - - G - - - C - - - D - - Molly says weird things
like redheads don’t last long in Libyan jails.
Molly says, at inappropriate times of night,
southpaw blind folk read dyslexic Braille.
Well I wake up in the morning with a slug of tequila.
Don’t know what I’m hearing but I got an idea
José and lime gonna help me divine what Molly says,
what Molly says in bed.
Molly says wildebeests sleep on their backs
so the tigers think they’re dead and gone and pecked to little pieces by the birds.
Molly says Jesus was a girl
and She fed a thousand people from a sack of religious words.
Well I wake up with my sense of curiosity itching.
I ain’t turned but I’m not quite bitching.
Ten years hence I’m gonna make some sense of what Molly says,
What Molly says in bed.
(Bridge) Molly knows the meaning of the feeling in her tingling thighs.
I’ll never understand my lover’s cries.
Molly’s observations seem to many, astute,
but I must have missed a chapter in the Kama Sutra.
It appears me to be a little moot, what Molly says,
what Molly says in bed.
Molly says Wal-Mart stock is great
‘cause they hire all the elderly to greet the Sunday shoppers at the door.
Molly says won’t you lick my feet
and tell me can you taste the little microscopic critters from the floor.
Well I wake up in the middle of a conversation.
I don’t need this flavor of stimulation.
Can’t you see my apathy to what Molly says,
what Molly says in bed.
Wombat combat, barrel of flunkies.
Roadkill, tax bill, feral lame monkeys
saying don’t ship catnip. United Nations
in a barstool carpool; a confederation of the working class
and the klan.
“Hegemony,” what’s it mean???
Four score and seven years ago.
Ich bin ein Berliner.
Guess who’s coming to dinner.
Heave Ho Ho Ho
G - - Am - - C - - D - - ad infinitum
I woke up this morning at 9:37 excited
I could tell right away there was no one in bed beside me
So I figured you got up to wrap me some special contrivance
But all that I found was that note you left under the tree
B#m - - Am - - G - - D
Merry Christmas—what could it be?
It said “Babe I have always believed in the magic of Christmas
but this year I found was by far the most magic of all.
I fell accidentally in love with a seasonal worker,
when I sat on his lap to rest shopping last week at the mall.”
The depth of the detail describing her painful position
Impressed and depressed me together both at the same time
It droned on for pages and finished up with her decision
to leave with her lover for Lompoc this morning at nine.
B#m - - Am - - G - - D
Merry Christmas—have a nice life.
G - - Am - - C - - D - - ad infinitum
When I finished reading I sat back and choked up my eggnog
That suit-renting kid-scaring poser’s got nothing on me
My babe must have unresolved issues with her own Father Christmas
To leave me for him on that whim she left under the tree
I think there is something organically evil about her
To fall for a shopping mall Santa just doesn’t seem right
Now I can’t help but drinking and thinking my bourbons half empty
Hallelujah noel, all to hell a goodnight
Hallelujah noel, all to hell a goodnight
Hallelujah noel, all to hell a goodnight
Bum bum bum, ba ba ba bum (joyful bell sounds)
She gave me the heave ho ho ho
Heave ho ho ho
Heave ho ho ho
Christmas Day….
She gave me the heave ho ho ho
Heave ho ho ho
Heave ho ho ho
Christmas Day….
Wenceslas
G---D---C---G--The words to the carol "Good King Wenceslas"
were written by John Mason Neale and published
in 1853, the music originates in Finland 300 years
earlier. This Christmas carol is unusual as there is
no reference in the lyrics to the nativity. Good
King Wenceslas was the king of Bohemia in the
10th century. Good King Wenceslas was a
Catholic and was martyred following his
assassination by his brother Boleslaw and his
supporters, his Saint's Day is September 28th,
and he is the Patron Saint of the Czech Republic.
St. Stephen's feast day was celebrated on 26th
December which is why this song is sung as a
Christmas carol.
G Good King Wences G las looked out
C On the feast of G Stephen
G When the snow lay G round about
C Deep and crisp and G even
G Brightly shone the D moon that night
C Though the frost was G cruel
G When a poor man D came in sight
D Gath'ring winter C fuC ooh
1.
The song has been covered by Manfred Mann's
Earth Band, released on their 1996 studio album
Soft Vengeance. Jimmy Lafave recorded the song
on his 1992 live record "Austin Skyline". The song
has also been covered by jazz singer Cassandra
Wilson on "Belly of the Sun".
Soul Flower Union as 嵐からの隠れ家 (Arashi
kara no kakurega) covered the song on their 2002
studio album Love ± Zero.
In 2006, English singer, songwriter Steve Adey
reinterpreted the song, slowing it down to funeral
pace. Adey's version made the Times top songs of
2006[1].
G 'Twas in another D lifetime, C one of toil and G blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
10.
"Shelter from the Storm" is a song by Bob Dylan,
released on his 15th studio album Blood on the
Tracks in 1975. The song also appears on two live
albums by Bob Dylan -- "Hard Rain" in 1976 and
"At Budokan" in 1978. An alternate version of the
song is featured in the original soundtrack Jerry
Maguire (1996). Further appearances are in the
Alias episode Trust Me, the Criminal Minds
episode The Instincts, and the FlashForward
episode Believe.
G el D - - - C - - - G - - -
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather
4.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
7a. Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
3b. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
2. And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Fairytale of New York
Pogues
S. MacGowan J Finer
G/D D G/D
Asus4/E D G/D
D
G
It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank
D
G/A
A
D
An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song
G
D
The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away
G
Asus4/E D
G/A
And dreamed about
you
G/A
D
G
Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
D
G/A
A
I've got a feeling This year's for me and you
D
G
So happy Christmas I love you baby
D
G
Asus4/E
D
I can see a better time When all our dreams come true
G/D D G/D Asus4
/faster now/
D
They've got cars
A
Big as bars
Bm
G
They've got rivers of gold
D
But the wind goes right through you
A
It's no place for the old
D
Bm
When you first took my hand
D
G
On a cold Christmas Eve
D
You promised me
A
D
Broadway was waiting for me
D
You were handsome
You were pretty
A
Queen of New York City
D
G
When the band finished playing
A
D
They howled out for more
D
Sinatra was swinging
A
All the drunks they were singing
D
G
We kissed on the corner
A
D
Then danced through the night
D A
D G A D
G
Bm A
The boys of the NYPD choir
D
Bm
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
D
G
And the bells were ringing
A
D A Bm G
Out for Christmas day
D A
D Bm D G
D
You're a bum
D
You're a punk
A
You're an old slut on junk
D
G
A
Living there almost dead on a drip
D
In that bed
D
You scum bag
You maggot
A
You cheap lousy faggot
D
G
Happy Christmas your arse
A
I pray God
D
A D
It's our last
A
D
I could have been someone
G
So could anyone
D
You took my dreams
A
From me when I first found you
D
I kept them with me babe
G
I put them with my own
D
Can't make it all alone
G
A
D
I've built my dreams around you
G/D
G/A
Asus4/E
- xx0433
- x05433
- xx2233 or 575785
D A D
Em - - - G - - - Am - - - C - - You and me and the Baltic
Pu-239 pixie dust
A world full of weight and of water
Whatever happened to us?
Drip Drop the water
Down like the dew
a plus and a minus
zero, one, two
sometimes it's hard to stay neutral
Swallow, Grouse, and Gunnerside
Tronstad and Telemark
Knut Haukelid, alias "Bonzo"
Lake Tinnsjø¸ in the dark
Drip Drop the water
Different speeds
A wave and an orbit
one, two, three
Heavy Water
sometimes it's okay to be brutal
sometimes you gotta be brutal
sometimes the world can be brutal
sometimes love can be brutal
Riding delirium ferries
Heavy water filling the cup
And the weight all drifts to the bottom
When the keel of the Hydro blows up
Drip Drop the water
out on the shore
dark and heavy in Norway
two, twenty, forty-four
You and me and the Baltic
Pu-239 pixie dust
A world full of weight and of water
Whatever happened to us?
A Pair of Brown Eyes
Pogues
S. MacGowan
G
Am
C
One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless
G
C
Am
An old man in the corner sang where the waterlilies grow
G
Am
C
And on the jukebox Johnny sang about a thing called love
G
Am
and it's how are you kid
C
G
and what's your name
C
Am
and how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
G
Am
C
G
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
G
Am
C
G
But when we got back labelled parts one to three
G
Am
C
G
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
G
Am
C
G
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
G
Am
C
G
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
G
Am
C
G
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
C
Am
For a pair of brown eyes
C
D
G
For a pair of brown eyes
Inst
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Am||
I looked at him he looked at me all I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang of my elusive dream
I saw the streams the rolling hills where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes that waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze so I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago from the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees where the wind was gently
laughing
Chorus
Inst
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Am|C
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Chorus
Outro
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Small Town Girl
(in funky Ab by keech)
Six o'clock every morning, I pick the clothes up off the floor.
Leave his breakfast on the table, drag myself toward the door.
One time over the bridge before sun-up, working hard for the jack.
One time over the bridge after sundown, drag my tired ass back.
Little river keep rolling rolling all the way to the big ol' sea.
I'm a modern girl...
Has your SMALL TOWN got enough for a girl like me?
Sun comes up on this small town, but it don't warm up a thing
Sun goes down in the evening, I'm waiting for the phone to ring
I can see both ends of this road I'm on when I step outside the gate
Still got time and money to blow this town, how long am I s'posed to wait?
The highway keep on rolling, far as the eye can see.
I'm a modern girl...
Has your SMALL TOWN got enough for a girl like me?
I seen twenty years of winters round here, and every one gets a little more cruel.
Mama and daddy walked these same old streets, and grandparents went to school.
The world outside might be big and wide, but sometimes it feels like a game.
They told my papa he was going somewhere, will I tell my boy the same?
Little river keep rolling rolling all the way to the big ol' sea.
I'm a modern girl...
Has your SMALL TOWN got enough for a girl like me?
Carmen the Kebab Girl
C G Am G
4x
C
G
Am
G
You were talking
about something
C
G
Am
G
But I couldn't
pay attention
Am
Am
Because standing right behind you... right behind you
C
G
Am
G
Was Carmen Carmen the Kebab Girl Carmen
C G
Am G
Am F
G
Origin Kebab Kiosk bandanna on her head
Oh, Carmen Carmen my kebab girl Carmen
She said she'd give some to me, but she skipped town instead
But for just a moment
In that far off
fortune found me
foreign country
And just like lightning there before me... right there before me
There was Carmen Carmen the Kebab Girl Carmen
She promised the kebab bandanna from her silver hair
Oh, Carmen Carmen my sweet kebab girl Carmen
I came back every afternoon but she was never there.
she was never there.
Bm
D
E
Nothing like the agony to know she'd come and gone
Bm
D
E
Turning off of Queen Street to the side road she was on.
Bm
D
Nothing like
another long Brisbane night
Bm
D
E
Waking up to a bandannaless dawn.
I keep on hoping
as I wander
She'll be out there
and I'll find her
She abandoned me down under..... she abandoned me down under.
Carmen Carmen the Kebab Girl Carmen
She's living in her van from farm to farm and job to job
Oh, Carmen Carmen my sweet kebab girl Carmen
She's out picking fruit and I'm left crying in my Carmenless kebab
crying in my Carmenless kebab
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Carmen
Twelve Jugs of Coffee
(in A)
I'm a hot cup of coffee, bottomless and deep.
And it's hard to resist me when you're trying not to sleep.
And you're halfway to jersey and the man you left behind...
He's haunting your memory, and you've almost lost your mind.
When the hum of the engine and your wheels upon the ground
And the howl of the night rush in when you roll your window down
And your head it can't take it, and your eyes begin to drop
And you hope you can make it to my all-night coffee shoppe
In the heat of the moment, it doesn't seem that far
But you have to remember exactly where you are
It's a haul, and the next place to rest your heavy load
Is a hundred and fifty miles down the road
Put your hat on the mantel and sit down for a sip
Put your hand on my handle and press me to your lips
I got honey and sugar – as much as you can take
And there's a whole nother pot right here for keeping you awake
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three French hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four calling birds, three French hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me five golden rings...
four calling birds, three French hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me twelve drummers drumming,
eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing
eight maids a-milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a-laying
five golden rings...
four calling birds, three French hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
coffee break
I wake up with the stars out, good book in my hand.
Sun rise down the Red Dot on the shores of the Rio Grande.
She come from Colorado snowmelt in the hills
She flow down through the gorge up north, down south we drink our fill.
And you can be my water jug, I'll carry you around.
You can be my water jug and I will drink you down.
She slake my thirsty desert, and I live off the land
Take a sip in the summertime, and I think you'll understand
She make all the colors brighten, she wash away the grey
I wake up with the stars out just so she can start my day.
And you can be my water jug, I'll pray the lord my jug to keep.
You can be my water jug, and I will drink you deep.
And you can be my water jug, I'll carry you around.
You can be my water jug and I will drink you down.
This world's so sweet and juicy, but sometimes my mouth run dry.
I misperceive what I'm thirsting for as the miracles pass by.
Be my source to catch the water – Be my vessel for the light.
Cuz it's a big big world, I'm a small small man, and I want to drink it right.
You can be my water jug, I'll keep you with me all the time.
You can be my water jug, I'll drink you down like holy wine.
And you can be my water jug, I'll pray the lord my jug to keep.
You can be my water jug, and I will drink you deep.
And you can be my water jug, I'll carry you around.
You can be my water jug and I will drink you down.