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Intro-Miss America
03:05
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Does anybody give a damn about Miss America?
With her stuck down hair and her legs so long,
A plastered smile that could do no wrong.
Does anybody really believe in Miss America?
Apple pie, mom and baseball,
Rosy-cheeked cheerleaders running down the hall.
But what if what we’ve come to know as Miss America
Turned out to be an anarchist,
Shouting slogans with a clinched fist.
What kind of things would she say this Miss America
About the way of life she had loved so far,
Burn the house and trash the car?
And wouldn’t you be surprised watching Miss America
Burn her bathing suit on live TV
It would make Burt Parks cry to see.
You don’t have to worry as of yet about Miss America
She’s almost as solid as she used to be,
The cracks won’t show for a year or three
So does anybody give a damn about Miss America?
I ask you ‘cause I want to know
The revolution has to seeds to sow.
‘Cause I give a damn about Miss America
And all the values that she represents,
Of course we’re talking about dollars and cents
So does anybody give a damn,
Does anybody give a damn,
Does anybody give a damn,
Does anybody have a damn to give?
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Juju Rag
02:27
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You can prance about or walk around or jump about on sticks
Give your old woman, twenty licks
Or you can take my advice and give up on all those dirty tricks,
And do yourself a little JuJu Dance.
You can shuffle around, touch the ground, feel the power in the sound,
Twist your leg, flip your wig, take your dog to the pound
Take yourself a wife or take my advice
And do yourself a little JuJu Dance.
C’mon everybody, do a little, do a little JuJu Dance.
C’mon everybody, do a little, do a little JuJu Dance.
C’mon everybody, do a little, do a little JuJu Dance.
‘Cause JuJu Dance is gonna set you free.
You can take a break for goodness sake and give yourself a rest
Wear your fingers to the bone trying to be best,
Or make a move away from that hopeless test,
And do yourself a little JuJu Dance.
C’mon everybody, do a little, do a little JuJu Dance.
C’mon everybody, do a little, do a little JuJu Dance.
C’mon everybody, do a little, do a little JuJu Dance.
‘Cause JuJu Dance is gonna set you free.
Sit and grin and walk right in and spin the wheel of chance,
Buy yourself a one-way ticket, to Paris, France.
Or give yourself a good swift kick in the pants,
Or do yourself a little JuJu,
Do yourself a little JuJu,
Do yourself a little JuJu Dance.
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Sugar Babe
02:02
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Sugar Babe I’m tired you
It ain’t your honey but the way you do
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now.
All I want my baby to do
Is make five dollars and give me two.
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now.
Went downtown and bought me a rope
Whipped my baby till she buzzard lope
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now.
Sugar Babe what’s the matter with you?
You don’t treat me like you used to do
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now.
Went downtown and bought me a line
Whipped my baby till she changed her mind
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now.
Sugar Babe I’m tired you
It ain’t your honey but the way you do
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now.
Sugar Babe I’m tired you
It ain’t your honey but the way you do
Sugar Babe, it’s all over now
It’s all over now.
It’s all over now.
It’s all over now.
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Buck Dancer's Choice
01:47
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Little Sadie
01:27
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Went out last night making my rounds
Met Little Sadie and I pulled her down.
Went back home, went to bed,
Forty foot smoker under my head
Woke up next morning about a half past nine,
Guns all a roaring down the line.
Began to thinking what a deed I’d done,
Grabbed my hat and away I run.
Standing on the corner, reading the bill
Up steps the sheriff from Louisville,
“Young man, is your name Brown?
Believe your man that shot Sadie down.”
“My name is Robert E. Lee,
if you have papers don’t read ‘em to me.”
Got up next morning, put on my boots
Took me down for to wear the stripped suit.
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Lion's Dance
02:21
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9. |
Poet's Day Off
03:55
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Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words will flow like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words will flow like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Take it on Mr. Poet and maybe those walls will finally fall.
Take it on Mr. Poet and maybe someone will wake up.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
That’s a poet’s day off.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words will flow like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words will flow like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Take it on Mr. Poet and maybe the truth will be seen.
Take it on Mr. Poet ‘cause nobody else will.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
‘Cause that’s a poet’s day off.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words will flow like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
Take it all on till Wednesday, then take a day of rest.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words will low like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
And the words flow like a crimson rain on a summer day.
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
Hail, hail it’s a poet’s day off
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10. |
Death Come Creeping
03:46
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What you gonna do when death comes creeping in the room?
What you gonna do when death comes creeping in the room?
What you gonna do when death comes creeping in the room?
Oh my lord, oh my lord what shall I do?
Oh hush, oh hush, somebody’s calling me.
Oh hush, oh hush, somebody’s calling me.
Oh hush, oh hush, somebody’s calling me.
Oh my lord, oh my lord what shall I do?
Oh death, oh death, done stole my mother and gone.
Oh death, oh death, done stole my mother and gone.
Oh death, oh death, done stole my mother and gone.
Oh my lord, oh my lord what shall I do?
Don’t move my pillow till you turn my bed around.
Don’t move my pillow till you turn my bed around.
Don’t move my pillow till you turn my bed around.
Oh my lord, oh my lord what shall I do?
God told Nicodemus you must be born again.
God told Nicodemus you must be born again.
God told Nicodemus you must be born again.
Oh my lord, oh my lord what shall I do?
Tell me what you gonna do when death comes creeping in the room?
What you gonna do when death comes creeping in the room?
What you gonna do when death comes creeping in the room?
Oh my lord, oh my lord what shall I do?
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Relentless
02:44
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It’s like a South-bound train
Standing in the cold and rain
Take you somewhere far away from here
Far away from here
Damn hard to believe
No one’s there when it’s your turn to grieve
Don’t count on promises my friend
Promises are made to bend
So relentless
So relentless
Pounding out a living at $3.35.
Don’t give you a chance ‘cause you can’t afford to drive.
Maybe next year will be better than now.
Has to be better somehow.
You’ll always have it hard,
It’s your lot in life.
Fates hand lays heavy on you, man.
But don’t complain ‘cause it falls on deaf ears.
Get your stuff the hell out of here.
You’ll pay your dues enough, then you’ll pay some more
Your gonna give them just what they’re asking for.
You’ll smile and shuck a lot, they pay you for your grins.
Keep your head bowed low son.
In a driving rain,
Under a bridge in some god-forsaken plain.
A dog crawls in from the rain,
Give him something to ease the pain.
So relentless
So relentless
So relentless
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Dropped Dead Blues
03:15
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Deep River Blues
02:10
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Let it rain, let it pour,
let it rain a whole lot more,
‘Cause I’ve got them Deep River Blues.
Let the rain drive right on,
let the waves sweep along
‘Cause I’ve got them Deep River Blues.
My old gal, good ole pal,
she looks a lot like a water fowl,
When I get those Deep River Blues.
Their ain’t no one to cry for me,
the fish all go out on a spree,
When I get those Deep River Blues.
Give me back my old boat
I’m gonna sail if she’ll float,
‘Cause I’ve got them Deep River Blues.
I’m going back to Muscle Shoals,
Times are better there I’m told,
‘Cause I’ve got them Deep River Blues.
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Your Mama's House
02:08
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What would happen if you came home one day,
And found that house was rotting away, under your feet?
The foundation crumbling, the timbers and beams infested with termites,
So unstable that it could come crashing in on your head at any time.
What would you do?
Would you shore up the timbers and beams,
Try to reinforce the foundation with any means you could?
Or would you tear down the house and start over, a new beginning?
It’s not an easy question.
You’ve lived in this house your entire life.
You were born and raised there,
Saw family and friends enter and leave your life there,
Fell in love and cried there,
You might end up dying there.
But you can’t live in the past.
Your house is not going to stay standing much longer.
To fix it is only a temporary solution.
You know a new architect will be coming soon.
He’s already on his way.
All you can do is gather up your things and get ready.
You’ll be building a new house.
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The New Agriculturalists Los Angeles, California
The New Agriculturalists were an American country/folk/rock duo and sometimes quartet that performed and recorded from 1985 to 1989. Founded in Los Angeles by guitarist Will Rusch and vocalist Brad Vanderburg, it would also include bassist Steve Vernon and drummer James Mak. ... more
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