1. |
Big Black Chain
04:26
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I fell down in the pouring rain
Hot and shivers up and down my legs
An ambulance carried me down to a dungeon door
I asked my baby would she wait for me
I guess her love ‘aint what it used to be
And now the future we have ‘aint the future we had before
Big balck chain, can’t you hear me callin’
Cold, cold rain, Lord, it just kept fallin’
The light started falling on the walls of my cell
Somebody started ringing on a big old bell
It rattled my nerves until I thought I’d jump outa my skin
I saw a guard open up an iron door
Saw him walk a prisoner across the floor
They took him away and they never came back again
Chorus
There was blood on the wall, blood on the floor
I ran like I never ran before
The moon was fallin’ like a big brass ball as I was knockin on my baby’s door
I asked my baby would she let me in
She said don’t come around here again
I got a brand new man and he knows what a woman’s for
Repeat chorus
I’ve heard it said that misery’s the wage of sin
But desperation holds the door to let you in
If you think that any numbers gonna be your friend
You better think real hard, think again
‘cause everybody loses in a gambling game
And if the worst of your luck already knows your name
It’s only just a matter of time before your good luck ends
Repeat chorus
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2. |
South of Kalama
02:39
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Little bit of Heaven in an El Camino
Just lookin for a little fun
She hit the tracks
And she cracked the axle
Now it looks like the night is done
Looks like the night is done, pretty mama
Yeah, it looks like the night is done
It’s a broken down Chevy south of Kalama
Just lookin’ for a little fun
Baby, hey baby, sweet lovin’ honey
I wanna be your handy man
I got more tools in this rig I’m drivin’
Than at least three other men
Than at least three other men, pretty mama
Than at least three other men
I’ll fix your broken down Chevy, south of Kalama
And I’ll get cha on the road again
Now the oil pan’s cracked and the axle’s cracked
But I’ll tell you what I can do
I can give you a ride to the dancehall, baby
So that I can dance with you
So that I can dance with you, pretty mama
So that I can dance with you
It’s a broken down Chevy south of Kalama
But there’s somethin’ else we can do.
I felt a bit silly and a little bit daffy
When she beat me up under the hood
She said, I work full time on an assembly line
So I can fix this here car real good
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3. |
Blitzkrieg Blues
02:47
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I got the Blitzkrieg Blues
I been sleepin' in my shoes
even if I win I lose
so I'm gonna take a walk
she gives me excitations
in a good location
but it's a strange situation
up and down the block
well, I'm much too wild
to stay in school
I gotta find a new place
where the kids are cool
come and go with me now
tell me whatcha wanna do?
it's a Summertime heat wave
but I don't wanna be saved
I'm a drivin' down a highway
to the very last stop
honey, take a look at me now
I think that anyone can see now
I 'aint sweet like yer candy, baby
or yer soda pop
repeat chorus
she's putin' on her lipstick
and I'm pullin' out the dipstick
and the radio's playin'
the Blitzkrieg Bob
and the night's almost over
but I only wanna hold her
and if this Goddamn car wont start
then, I guess, we'll walk, oh yeah
repeat chorus
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