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Old 97's
Old 97's


Информация
Откуда Dallas, Texas, USA
Жанры Alternative Country
Country Rock
Roots Rock
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Bloodshot Records
New West Records
Idol Records
См. также Rhett Miller
Сайт Website
Состав
Rhett Miller
Murry Hammond
Ken Bethea
Philip Peeples



Альбом Old 97's


Hitchhike To Rhome (01.11.1994)
01.11.1994
1.
2.
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4.
5.
Dancing With Tears
6.
7.
8.
Old 97's Theme
9.
10.
11.
Mama Tried (vocals by Murry Hammond)
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13.
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15.
16.
Tupelo County Jail (hidden track)
. . .


Outside St. Ignatius, outside of the law,
You walk by so gracefully, I just stand in awe.
You're a goddess. You're the hottest oddity I've found.
We can go swimmin' in our skin and hope that we don't drown.

I could save the water just by drinking it tonight. I
can't find the words to make it right, to make it right.

Tanked up out on Elm Street, looking for a ride.
Stretched out on concrete, running out of pride.
You need help dear, and I'm sincere. Let me be the one.
I'm not a big star, but I've got a big car. You're too weak to run.

You could save the highway if you'd crash with me tonight.
I can't find the words to make it right, to make it right.
I could save the water just by drinking it tonight.
I can't find the words to make it right, to make it right.

Someday when we're older, deep in loneliness,
Things we said today won't matter, no one could care less.
We're just shadows, just ask Plato. It was all a dream.
I've had it with Dallas, let's burn down the Palace. I'll bring the kerosene.

I could save this song if I'd just sing real loud tonight.
I can't find the words to make it right, to make it right.

. . .


I was playing every Monday on Burgundy in some shitty little bar.
I was working on a novel called New Orleans Ain't No City - It's a Scar.
The heroine does heroin, the hero wears his hair just like The King.
He says, "It ain't my job to sweet talk you. My job's just to sing."

I was loved once by a woman, she don't love me anymore.
504. 504.
And I won't never know no woman like the one I'd known
before. 504. 504.
And she don't love me anymore.

Well the hero wears a hair-net,
from the outset he drinks Jax beer from a can.
He says, "There's something 'bout this city always gets me.
I'm a sentimental man."
Well the heroine plays violin and reads her Elmore Leonard everyday.
She's the one that finds the body. He's the one that gets away.

I was loved once by a woman, she don't love me anymore.
504. 504.
And I won't never know no woman like the one I'd known
before. 504. 504.
And she don't love me anymore.

I was loved once by a woman, she don't love me anymore.
504. 504.
And I won't never know no woman like the one I'd known
before. 504. 504.
You know she had me singing gospel out in the kitchen on
the floor. 504. 504.
And she don't love me anymore.

No she don't love me anymore. No she don't love me anymore.
504.

. . .


I've been reading books when no one's lookin'
I've been listenin' to the sirens in the night
Robert says I'm goin' straight to hell, yeah
If I hang around here I just might.

And I'd like to take some medicine
And like to drink some wine
I'd like to wake up numb like all my friends

There's a road to where I came from
It gets longer all the time
There's a road to where I'm goin'
It never ends

And my moon, it always sways
And my guitar always plays and plays

Drowning in the days
Drowning in the days
Drowning in the days
Drowning in the days

I've been writing fairy tales on postcards
Writing down the story of my life
Carrie says I make everything so hard
Carrie says I'm difficult; she's right.

And I'd like to take some medicine
I'd like to take you home
I'd like to get that woman off my mind

Well I like your pouty lips
I like your pert little bones
But I'm sleeping with the porcelain tonight

And my cloud, it always rains
Ken's feedback always fades

Drowning in the days

. . .


Oh have you seen Miss Molly. Her cheeks are rosy red.
Her lips are soft as satin and they taste like ginger bread.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.

Now when Miss Molly smiles, the sun is dim a spell.
And when she laughs her voice is like a little silver bell.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.

I'll trade my horse and saddle, my drivin' I'll resign,
if only Miss Molly would say that she'll be mine.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.

Now listen here Miss Molly, I've told you once before.
But even though I've told you so, I'll tell you just once
more

Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you.
Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too.

repeat

repeat

. . .

Dancing With Tears

[Нет текста]

. . .


I got a four leaf clover.
It ain't done one single lick of good.
I'm still a drunk and I'm still a loser.
I'm living in a lousy neighborhood.

I got a real live horseshoe,
And I hung it upside-down above my door.
But it don't do nothing to impress you,
So I don't know what the hell it's for.

Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover.
Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go
for.
I got a four leaf clover, but I ain't got no hope of
getting you.

I got a lucky silver dollar.
My granddad gave it to me now he's dead.
At times like this I wish that I cound join him,
It might just stop this pounding in my head.

Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover.
Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go
for.
I got a four leaf clover, but I ain't got no hope of
getting you.
I ain't got no hope of getting you.

. . .



Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 am.
I finished up all of your beer, Now I'm startin' on your gin.
I went through your diary, flipped through your phone book -called all your friends.
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.

I just wanna know where you been.

I pulled back your sheets, Now I'm crawlin' in your bed.
Every drink's one more defeat, And every footstep hurts my head.
I don't want excuses. I don't wanna hear that you were out with your friends.
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.

I just wanna know where you been.

I hope you crash your momma's car.
I hope you pass out in some bar.
I hope you catch some kinda flu.
Let's say I wish the worst for you.

I hope you're happy with yourself.
I hope you found somebody else, cause I ain't askin' you again.
LyricsI just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been.

Why am I here? I've got better things to do.
I could hang out on the pier, down by the Hudson, sniffin' glue.
I guess I'm a loser, but I like being miserable, swimming in sin.
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.

I hope you crash your momma's car.
I hope you pass out in some bar.
I hope you catch some kinda flu.
Let's say I wish the worst for you.

I hope you're happy with yourself.
I hope you found somebody else, cause I ain't askin' you again.
I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been.
I just wanna know where you been.


. . .

Old 97's Theme

[Нет текста]

. . .



When i first met doreen
She was barely seventeen.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.

The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack.
But as it is i let her drive my car.

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
Until i said, "stop the car, doreen."

Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But i swear that i saw god,
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Well i'm pulling into cleveland
LyricsIn a seven-seater tour van.
There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor.

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow,
Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Now i'm begging and i'm pleading,
"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding.
There's a fina off the highway with a phone."

I'm calling you doreen,
But it rings and rings and rings.
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.


. . .


Hands off.
I had a dream they took my hands off.
Although you probably think that I'm soft boiled,
I'm still in love with you.

Girlfriend, don't sit 'round waiting for the world to end.
I'll keep my distance but I won't pretend
I'm not in love with you.

(Chorus)
And it's all your fault. You spiked my malt.
You slipped a mickey in my heart.
And I can't shake free, although I'm shaking like a tree.
I should've never let it, I should've never let it start.

Deep end. I guess I'm going off the deep end.
It's only 'cause you've got a hand to lend
I'm still in love with you.

Crap shoot. You've got the snake eyes and lizard boots.
I like you better in your birthday suit, yeah
I'm in love with you.

2 x Chorus

Hands off. I shot another leaded star

. . .


Merle Haggard, Bluebook Music (BMI)
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a young-on's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried

One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin'
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore

CHORUS:
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,
That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right, but I refused

CHORUS

. . .


Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.

Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.

You say, "Maybe you can stay with me." I say, "Lady, that's a dangerous plan."
You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man.
You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.

Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I'm dissatisfied.
Well it ain't your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.

All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain't gettin' nowhere."
Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.

Well, I must have been stoned.
Good Lord, I wish I'd been stoned.

. . .



I remember the Alamo, I don't recall who won
They had swords, they had horses, I hear we had mighty guns
Like the ones from Navarone last night on Channel 21
It's a long way back to El Paso.

It was early Monday morning in the Central Standard Zone
You were quiet like the TV, hung up like the telephone
You were sleeping next to me, I might as well have been
alone
It's a long way back to El Paso.

CHORUS
And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a car

You would have stripped it down and sold it off
To the greasy man in the salvage lot
As it is it's just a heart
LyricsNo, no, it ain't worth nothin'.

I ain't talkin' bout tomorrow, I'm talkin' 'bout tonight
You told me you were drunk already, that don't make it
right
You want at me, well, have at it, 'cause I'm in the mood to
fight
And it's a long way back to El Paso.

And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.

And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a,
And if my heart was a,
And if my heart was a car,


. . .


alternate chording
Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books,
I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks.
I said "I'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned."
You said, "That's silly boy, the revolution is at hand."

And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime,
These are desperate, desperate times.

Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage,
It don't even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge.
I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees,
It's late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze.

And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime,
These are desperate, desperate times.
And if you got the shotgun honey, I got the crime,
These are desperate, desperate times.

. . .


INSTRUMENTAL



. . .


Come on and write, write, write me a letter
Send that letter by mail
Send that letter in care of
The Tupelo County Jail

Wish me the best of luck, Dear
There's no one here to my bail
Never been a place so lonely
As the Tupelo County Jail

Fill that letter full a kisses
I'm gonna have me a ball
Baby, kisses on paper
Are better than no kisses at all

Come on and write, write, write me a letter
Send that letter by mail
Send that letter in care of
The Tupelo County Jail

(Take it Ken!)

Fill that letter full a kisses
I'm gonna have me a ball
Baby, kisses on paper
Are better than no kisses at all

Come on and write, write, write me a letter
Send that letter by mail
Send that letter in care of
The Tupelo County Jail
The Tupelo County JaiL
The Tupelo County Jail
The Tupelo County Jail...

. . .


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