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Well he’s TRUCKIN' on down from memphis
Cruisin’ down to new orleans
Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen
Well there’s smoke from the stacks a-blowin’
And he don’t care where he’s goin’
The only time he feels right is when he’s rollin’
He’s got roadmaps in his hand
Lord, drivin’ just as hard as he can
Trying to dodge them scales and the MAN
Well I’m talkin’ about
TRUCK DRIVIN' MAN
Yea he’ll always give ya, the best that he can.
White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And he’s all right by me
TRUCK DRIVIN' MAN
TRUCK on
TRUCK driver
Shift your gears
Truck Drivin' Man - Skynyrd0 -
From the soundtrack to Mellencamp's movie "Falling from Grace" - honestly one of the prettiest pieces I've heard:
"Cradle of the Interstate" by Nanci Griffith
Capo Third Fret, preferably on a 12-string acoustic
Intro: G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
G Cmaj7
It's crystal breakin' in the light of day
Fmaj7 C/G
It's the heat of the moon that's gone it's way
G Cmaj7
And everybody's packin' their wings to fly home
Fmaj7 D G Cmaj7
Fmaj7 C/G
Leavin' me here in the cradle of the interstate alone.
G Cmaj7
And fair-weathered friends are a damned disease
Fmaj7 C/G
They drink my wine and take my money
G Cmaj7
Fools are reachin' for a dim spotlight shine
Fmaj7
If you want that shine
D G Cmaj7
Fmaj7 C/G
You're gonna have to write your own damn lines.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7
It turns a warm heart cold
Bm C G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C
Hey, clear this road--and let me by.
G Cmaj7
I got fog in the foothills of Tennessee
Fmaj7 C/G
It's the catskill mountains and the blue ridge behind me
G Cmaj7
Toppin' my list on all I need
Fmaj7 D G
Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
It's a warm cup of COFFEE and a bottle of whiskey beside me.
G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C
G Cmaj7
I work so hard to build this livin
Fmaj7 C/G
In a business of hard lines where nobody's sharin'
G Cmaj7
Fools chase the tails of that top 40 flight
Fmaj7
Hell, the only friend that holds me
D G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
Is the cradle of the interstate at night.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7
It turns a warm heart cold
Bm C G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C
Hey, clear this road--and let me by.
G Cmaj7
It's crystal breakin' in the light of day
Fmaj7 C/G
It's the heat of the moon that's gone it's way
G Cmaj7
And everybody's packin' their wings to fly home
Fmaj7 D G
Leavin' me here in the cradle of the interstate alone.
G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 D G
Lullab-y, roll me gently in this cradle of the interstate home. (3x)
G Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C/G
Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo.0 -
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I’m a genuine example of a social DISEASE
My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn’t in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they’re falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
Social Disease - Sir Elton John0 -
I was born in the back seat
Of a travellin' hurricane
I came up in the back streets
The city with no name
I was raised on trouble
Rock when I should roll
I never could control it
And I can't be controlled
[CHORUS]
I am what I am
I am the back door slam
When I walk down the streets
The streetlights go out
When I drive through your town
The dogs start to howl
I stand in the shadows
Sparks are in my hair
When i open up my mouth
My voice fills the air
People say
I'm charming
People say
I'm alarming
People can feel
the disturbance around me
I don't care what they say they see
I'm the dust in your broom
100 proof everclear
I'm the crack in your ceiling
Thump you think you hear
I'm a 3am phone call
Tank of gasoline
I'm a siren stopping
At the end of your street
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People say
Strange
People say
I'm dangerous
People can feel
That a deal was struck
Save my soul and
Make my own luck
I was born in the city
A city with no shame
And when I play guitar
They all know my name
[CHORUS]
I am what I am
I am the back door slam
I am what I am
I am the back door slam
Back Door Slam by Robert Cray0 -
"LOUD"
Sixteen, I found my dream machine
Turn the key and every light turned green
Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream
And it was loud, yeah
Me and the boys would drive around
We searched the dial until we found
One song we didn't want to turn down
And it was loud
Hear us comin' from a mile away
Like rollin' thunder on judgment day, yeah
Hear us comin' from a mile away
Faster than the law allowed
And we were loud, loud like a HURRICANE
Loud like a roarin' train
It sure was loud, uh, huh
Yeah, and I remember ol' what's his name, wooh
Young and bold, I took my aim
She lost control when she came
It was loud, yeah
Well, hear it comin' from a mile away
She sure made a boy a man that day
Hear it comin' from a mile away
I made my daddy proud
Well, she was loud
Loud like a dirty dream, hmm
Loud like a siren scream, wooh
She was loud
She was loud
Like a trashcan cherry bomb, yeah
Like a storm before the calm, wooh
She was loud
Well, I live my life at full volume
I live my life cranked to ten
The needle's in the red again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the red again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here tonight, it's crystal clear
Red hot lights and a hometown cheer
All my life I've dreamed of standin' right here
Yeah, it was loud
Wooh, like a super bowl
Led Zeppelin playin' rock and roll
Yeah, it was loud
Loud like a trashcan cherry bomb
Like a storm before the calm
It was loud, yeah, yeah
It was loud
Loud like a hurricane
Loud like a roarin' train
Yeah, it was loud
Trashcan cherry bomb
Loud like Vietnam baby
Sure was loud
Sixteen, I found my dream machine
Turn the key and every light turned green
Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream
by John Eddie0 -
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
chorus
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for FIGHTING
Get a little action in
"Saturday night's alright for fighting", Elton JohnMy bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I’m a genuine example of a social DISEASE
My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn’t in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they’re falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
Social Disease - Sir Elton John
What about BERNIE TAUPIN?0 -
Sorry - I acknowledge Bernie0
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Yes yes, you're right of course. Elton does the music, but Bernie wrote the words. Heavy duty words at that. Thanks for the reminder...
Born to Run (Words & Music by Bruce Springsteen).
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run0 -
AMERICAN Girls and AMERICAN Guys
We'll always stand up and salute
We'll always recognize
When we see Ole Glory Flying
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head
My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Till the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.
Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flying in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of July
Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And itll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Ahhh Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Ohhh Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your *kitten*
It's the AMERICAN way
Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And itll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Uhhh Ohhh
Of the Red, White and Blue
Ohhh Ohh Oh
Of My Red, White and Blue
Courtesy Of The Red White And Blue (The Angry American) Toby Keith0 -
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I want to fly like an EAGLE
To the sea
Fly like an EAGLE
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an EAGLE
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution
Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band0 -
My sweet LORD
Hm, my LORD
Hm, my LORD
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord
My Sweet Lord - George Harrison0 -
Sweet Caroline
Neil Diamond
A D
Where it began I can’t begin to know it
A E
But then I know it’s going strong
A D
Was in the spring, and spring became a summer
A E
Who’d have believe you’d come along
Chorus
A Amaj7
Hands touching hands
E D E
Reaching out touching me touching you
A D E
SWEET Caroline Good times never seemed so good
A D E
Im inclined to believe there never would0 -
Well, I met her in the garden
Underneath that old apple tree
Sitting with a handful of flowers
Looking as cool as can be
We talked away a couple of hours
Then she laid her hand on my lap
Oh, I thought I got to be dreaming
I didn't know I fell in her trap
Then she made me say things I didn't want to say
Then she made me play games I didn't want to play
She was a soul stripper, she took my heart
Soul stripper, and tore me apart
She started moving nice and easy
Slowly getting into my spine
Killing off this nice little feeling
Ooooh, everyone she could find
And when she had me hollow and naked
That's when she put me down
Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me
Stuck it in and turned it around
AC/DC0 -
Daylight, alright
I don't know, I don't know if it's real
Been a long night and something ain't right
You won't show, you won't show how you feel
No time ever seems right
To talk about the reasons why you and I fight
It's high time to draw the line
Put an end to this game before it's too late
Head GAMES , it's you and me baby
Head GAMES, and I can't take it anymore
Head GAMES, I don't wanna play the...
Head GAMES
Head Games - Foreigner0 -
Down around the corner
A half a mile from here
You can see them LONG trains run
Long Train Runnin' - Doobie Brothers0 -
DOWNBOUND TRAIN
-Bruce Springsteen
Em G DEm G
I had a job, I had a girl
D I had something going mister in this world
Em G
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
D
Our love went bad, times got hard
C D
Now I work down at the carwash
Em
Where all it ever does is rain
C D Em G D
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
Em G
She just said "Joe I gotta go
D
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
Em G
She packed her bags left me behind
D
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
C D
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
Em
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
C D Em G D
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train
Em G D Em G
Last night I heard your voice
D
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
Em G
You said your love had never died
D
You were waiting for me at home
Em G
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
D
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
Em G
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
D
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
Em G
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
D
My head pounding hard, upstairs I climbed
Em G
The room was dark, our bed was empty
D
Then I heard that long whistle whine
C G
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried
C D
Now I swing a hammer on a road gang
Em
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
C D Em G
D Em G D
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train0 -
Well, I just got out of the county prison doin'
90 days for nonsupport
Tried to find me an executice position
but no matter how smooth I talk
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
the man said we got all that we can use
Now I got them steadily deppressin', low-down mind-messin'
workin' at the CARWASH blues
Carwash Blues - Jim Croce0 -
Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You got me wonderin' baby
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?
I get up an' go to work in the mo'nin'
I come right home at night
When I leave the sink is empty
When I come back home
She got 'em stacked up out of sight
Too many dirty dishes in the sink just for us two
Well you got me wonderin' baby,
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?
Look at this kitchen!
Pots an' pans, ev'rywhere, it's pitiful!
Look at all these glasses layin' all up on the sink!
Looks like she even had a party up in here, too
You wait 'til I see this woman, when she get home
That glass over there, got a cigar in it or sump'in
I don't smoke no cigar
Um, servin' caviar
I don't eat no caviar
What's wrong with this woman?
All these pots in here, gonna run me some water right here
Yeah now, you wait 'til I see this woman when she get home
Pots 'n pans all stacked up here
There's a pot, let me scrap this pot out
Oh it's pitiful an' I don't know why this woman come an' have a party
When I'm at work
Gettin' all this stuff under my fingernails,
Run some more water in here
Yeah, now I can wash these glasses out, wash them up first
Yeah, that's pretty clean now, though
Now I got all this, now I gotta work on these pots a little bit more
Makes me so mad, I don't know what to do
Thought I was her husband, 'stead a maid!
Like ol red chili or somethin' all done got dried up on all these pots
She never fix me none of this good food!
You wait 'til that woman get home, I'm scrappin' all these pots for her
I've done your dirty dishes
How much am I suppose to take?
When I left I had corn flakes for breakfast
Now there's a bone from a T-bone steak
Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You've got me wonderin' baby
Who in the hell is makin' dirty dishes with you?
Albert Collins -- Too Many Dirty Dishes0 -
SHAKE, RATTLE, AND ROLL
(Calhoun)
performed by Bill Haley and the Comets
E / / / 2 / / / 3 / / / 4 / / /
Get out in that kitchen and rattle those POTS AND PANS
A E
Get out in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
B7 A E
I want my breakfast 'cause I'm a hungry man
CHORUS:
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
A
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
E
I said, Shake, rattle and roll
B7 A E
You never do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Verse 2:
You're wearin' those dresses, your hair done up so nice
You're wearin' those dresses, your hair done up so nice
You look so warm but your heart is cold as ice
(chorus)
(instrumental; same pattern as chorus)
Verse 3:
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I can look at you and tell you don't love me no more
Verse 4:
I believed you were doin' me wrong, and now I know
I believed you were doin' me wrong, and now I know
The more I work, the faster my money goes
(chorus)
Shake, rattle and roll!0 -
Please come talk to me
Tell me what's on your mind
You say there's nothin' wrong
I KNOW
It's been a long long time
Since I last saw your face
Traces in my mind, I KNOW
You've got somethin' to hide
That you're not telling me
You got somethin' to hide
And I KNOW
Well there's something about you and I KNOW
That you're not telling me
Something To Hide - Journey0
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