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The Felice Brothers




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The Felice Brothers (04.03.2008)
04.03.2008
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Tip Your Way
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Little Ann's in the kitchen in her modern gown
With the rainy weather coming down
Oh the radio does play
I could sweep you off your feet
But you're two teary eyed to even know

Little Ann, Little Ann let that stormy weather go
From your front door to the hall, she covered

Oh the lightning and the thunder
Are rolling in the sky
Coming down just like your teary eyes
Oh Annie don't you cry
If youre crying for me, when you're gone I'll find some company

Little Ann, Little Ann let that stormy weather go
From your front door to the hall, she covered
Little Ann, Little Ann let that stormy weather go
From your troubled mind to the heart she covered


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I'm in the lobby of the motel late
Waitin on my lovely date
Her name is Doris Day

I'm in a suit of burgundy
There's a deerhead lookin at me
It's blowin my mind away

Everyone knows she's the killin kind
She keeps a 38 smith and wesson at her side
I put a pistol in my pants
Cause were going out to dance
Where the water drinks like cherry wine

Tell me mama, so it seems
Your son's been a bad marine
They're shippin him home tonight

Tell me mama was your other son
In jail with the other one?
You must've raised em wrong

I heard your low-life husband shout
It got me to wondering what the scene was all about
He said I'm breakin my parole
Goin down to Jericho
Get me that money, or I'm gonna beat it out

OOO happy days are here!
It's the perfect summer night
And the moonlight's shining clear
Put a pistol in your purse
Cause we're goin to Ghettysburgh
To the stand of the Greatest Show on Earth!

Is that your daughter Mr. Kissinger?
Better keep an eye on her
She been lookin me up and down

Is that your woman in the coat of fur?
Better keep an eye on her
This is a ravenous part of town

I know about you and the deputy
And how they found him shot dead in a Mercury
Some say you're paid to kill
Like that mean ole Buffalo Bill
Watch it buddy! Don't draw no gun on me!

OOO happy days are here!
It's the perfect summer night
And the moonlight's shining clear
Put a pistol in your purse
Cause we're goin to Ghettysburgh
To the stand of the Greatest Show on Earth!


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My car goes
Chicago
Every weekend to pick up some cargo
I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie
And turn the god damn radio down, thank you
Pull over
Count the money
But don't count the thirty in the glove box buddy
That's for to buy Lucille some clothes

Bang bang bang went Frankie's gun
He shot me down Lucille (x2)
He shot me down (x3)

Work zones double fines
Don't pass the double lines
Trailer McDonald's rest stop trailer double wide
I saw a man hit my mom one time, really
I hurt him so damn bad I had to hide in Jersey
Called my mama told her
In the dresser
There's ten or twenty dollars but there ain't no lesser
That's for to take my sister to the picture show

Bang bang bang went Frankie's gun
He shot me down Lucille (x2)
He shot me down (x3)

Sha nay na sha nay na na na ...

(Mumbling)

Slip make a fender shine
Frankie you're a friend of mine
Got me off a bender after long legged Brenda died
I thought we might be on a roll this time Frankie
I could have swore the box said Hollywood blanks but
You see my mama
Please tell her
I left a little rock in a box in the cellar
That's for to wear till kingdom come

Bang bang bang went Frankie's gun
He shot me down Lucille (x2)
He shot me down (x3)

Sha nay na sha nay na na na ...


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Winter passed without a glaze, took our only boy at last
You cried God's arms were a blind an' bleeding ocean
Blooming spring brought all I need
Warmth and rain for me to seed my earth, good earth for our boy to lie in
In the summer I worked the land
She walked like she still held his hand
And I swear to God I saw her once of trace a'smiling.
In the autumn, my gold wheat swaying,
I cut her down from where she was swinging
She said: Goddamn you, Jim, up there I could hear him laughing


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Every Sunday morning I wake up
I see you by your dresser doing your make-up
Fluttering a Chinese fan in a Knoxville fashion
All last night you tossed and turned
Your body was hotter than the night that Richmond burned
You say you had a bad nightmare about tractor trailers crashing
Throw your arms around me
Let's keep this quiet
Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire
See our breath in the window, in the turning light
Oh it's a wonderful Life
You say you were only seventeen
When you fell in love with that dirty Reverend Green
I remember you at the baptism as he held his daughter down
We could hear Thelma and Louise
Making love under the Poplar trees
We could hear some screaming, sounded like a slaughterhouse
Throw your arms around me
Let's keep this quiet
Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire
See our breath in the window, in the siren light
Oh It's a wonderful Life
Me and Joey started a fire in the road
Just to watch it glow
His father didn't like it though, he gave Joey a black eye
Me and you we did the same damn thing
We fell in love knowing the pain it would bring
Now all I do is sing sad songs with red eyes
Throw your arms around me
Let's keep this quiet
Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire
See our breath in the window, in the turning light
Oh it's a wonderful Life


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Would you love me
If I told you I was born upstream
If I told you I come from money
White money
Would you love me
Would you love me

Well, I was born down
By a bad little river in a poor town
Where an indian-giver put a board out
It said "Boarding House"
Call him Scarecrow
He kept whores around

And I'd go there
I'd wait my turn on the broke stairs
And get me the girl with the gold hair
Aw yeah, leave your clothes there
On the folding chair

In that cold room
Your breath would twist just like ghosts do
You said, "Call me Dorothy in red shoes"
And the bed moved
The bed moved
The bed moved

Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

Well, the man would come in
It's hard living right giving head when
The sad days of winter have set in
And the medicine for an addict is heroin

I'd find you there in the bath
We'd cook up your shit in a tin can
And you started calling me Tin Man
And we started making plans to begin again
Begin again

You saved a C note
Told me you felt like a seagull
Told me to meet at the depot
With the needle, then maybe we'd go
To Reno

Where you'd be my desert dove
And we'd find a way to make better love
Said, "Baby, that's how the West was won"
And the blood-red sun
Yeah, the blood-red sun
And the blood-red sun

Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

Well, the man cries,
"Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?"
But I loved you there in the lamp light
With your bare thighs
And the halo of your hair alive

And all my lifelong
I'll never shake off your siren song
And all of your talk about dying young
With an iron lung and that crazy way

You said, "Simon,
I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight
Simon, I think I'm gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight."


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Yo, its uh about 7:00 uh Tuesday Night. Uh Vic said today you guys went to LA. I was just listening to the news man, and the whole fucking Californias on fire over there. The whole southern California, San Antonio's burning. Uh LA's all covered in smoke and everything, I don't know man i guess you're experiencing tonight. I was just wondering if you were aware of that fact. There's a serious, serious fire going on over there. Thousands of homes being burnt up. Fucking Nuts. Uh anyway I know you're busy uh, just call when you get the chance and how you're making out.

Love you to hear from you bro, love you, bye.

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Take this bread, if you need a friend
'Cause I'm alright if you're alright
I ain't got a lot, but all I got
You're welcome to it
'Cause I'm alright if you're alright

My neighbor Odetta
Came over to see if I was feeling better
Every morning at 8 through the backyard gate
And of all the pretty things she would bring
There was nothing like that song she sang
That could ease my sorry state
She'd sing to me:

Take this bread, if you need a friend
'Cause I'm alright, if you're alright
I ain't got a lot, but all I got
You're welcome to it
'Cause I'm alright if you're alright

Sha na na na na na
lalalalalala la

Whoa! Take this bread.
Sure thing, If I got bread you got bread
And everybody in my company has got bread
You look a little hungry
I ain't even that hungry, that's how I look at it
Butter side up, butter side down
Doesn't matter to me
If you got a slice, that's nice.

I went for a walk, headlights in the dark
The man was dying in a pick-up truck
He took her from the wall, my parking lot
And killed her by the river
But the cops caught him in the guns

And I said to him..
Take this bread, if you need a friend
'Cause I'm alright, if you're alright
I ain't got a lot, but all I got
You're welcome to it
'Cause I'm alright if you're alright

Take this bread, if you need a friend
'Cause I'm alright if you're alright
I ain't got a lot, but all I got
You're welcome to it
'Cause I'm alright if you're alright
I'm alright if you're alright


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Did you hear about Saint Stephen's end,
how they stoned by the river bend?
And the morning sun,
when the world was young.

Did you hear about the elephant?
Ran wild from the circus tent,
killed a crowd of ten,
before they shot him dead.

Oh Mary, don't you cry,
please lay your weary hand in mine.

Did you hear about Edith Cavell
how on the firing line she fell?
In a Belgian night,
in a dress of white.

Oh Mary, don't you cry,
please lay your weary hand in mine.
And swing low and softly down,
and lend me your ear.

Did you hear about Saint Peter's crown,
how they crucified him upside down?
And the desert air,
when the world was fair.

Oh Mary, don't you cry,
please lay your weary hand in mine.
And swing low and softly down,
and lend me your ear, Mary dear.


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I might lost my leg in the war
But war, it was love
My girl's a real shark
I'm not gonna try to uh debate it, not everybodys perfect

My baby told me, "Darling if you can't get a pardon, better get a parole"
I told her I'd be out by morning when the sun is down and with the money rolled
Ooh we, that gal's the gal for me
She loves me tenderly

I walked with my brand new slacks and my hair slick back down to Donny's pier
Donny wants me to buy him a bottle but I blew my wallet on a chandelier
All for my loving gal Eleanor who loves the elderly

A bottle of scotch
A dimesack and a diamond watch
Wouldn't you like that
A bottle of gin
A typewriter and a violin
Wouldn't you like that


Whoa! James Felice on the piano. Real talent. Alright Jimmy that's enough let's wrap it up.


Ooh we, that gal's the gal for me
She loves me tenderly

I left my blue-eyed lady when we we toting a mercedes through the gambling man
I lost my diamond watch but in the parking lot I took back again
Oh man you've got to understand
She loves me tenderly

A bottle of scotch
A dimesack and a diamond watch
Wouldn't you like that
A bottle of gin (what)
A typewriter and a violin
Wouldn't you like that

A sunny day, a shotgun and a Chevrolet
Wouldn't you like that
A painted scene, our voices on the city green
Wouldn't you like that

A microwave, a pillbox and a jack of spades
Wouldn't you like that


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her name was ruby mae
she danced the cabaret
such a lovely girl was she
that ruby mae

in the open window breeze
she pulled her stockings
above her knees
such a lovely girl was she
that ruby mae

on a lonely winter night
i followed her under christmas lights
so low down was i
to ruby mae

in the bitter morning air
i hid her body there
in the heart of old times square
so she'd not lose her way

her name was ruby mae
she danced the cabaret
such a lovely girl was she


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I'll call my carrier pigeons home
From a window where I stand alone
I'll draw the blinds and fall asleep
In an attic full of make-believe
Where carolers sing below
With bells in the falling snow
Their shadows against the white
On streets of electric light
At the bar I'll watch the news awhile
Just to see the anchor woman smile
On a stage I'll sing an Elvis song
Just to hear the barmaids sing along
Mirrors and razor blades
Christmas eve parades
A murder by mistletoe
Drunks in the falling snow
She left him by the night arcade
And turned his heart into a spade
He turned that lovely blue eyed Jane
To a homicide on Campbell Lane
Hearing the sirens croon
In a familiar room
Laying with last year's love
High as the moon above


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I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my 44

I love the girl, she was my sunshine
Her name was Eleanor Caroline
She got fast, with a friend of mine
At the dance hall Lord, on the county line

I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I make my way across that ole dance floor
And put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor

I filled my glass with Uncle Jack
I lay my skin, my sunday black
I'll make my bed on them railroad tracks
I'll leave this world lord and I won't look back

And I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor


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Helen Fry
She's a master of disguise
6' 2"
Hair of blonde, eyes of blue

She seems to think
That the devil's dressed in pink
But I can gracefully agree
Stormy Russian, stay a while with me

Houston Doll
There's a Russian in your car
I can't be sure
I think I've seen that Russian man before

He seems to believe
That love is all you need
How could I ever take his place?
Stormy Russian, won't you look me in the face?

Aunt Louise
There's a doctor in the trees
A stethoscope
Brittle as a hangman's rope

He seems to know
Something I don't know
Concerning my lover's whereabouts
Stormy doctor, everybody has their doubts

Helen Fry
She's a master of disguise

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Anna Bell, the dying leaves
Are dancing off of the trees.
They got an easy way.

Let's you and me
Go dancing, too,
Wreck our dancing shoes.
Hey, hey, hey.

[Chorus]
Please don't you ever die,
You ever die,
You ever die.
You moved me all of my life,
All of my life,
All of my life.
Hum our radio songs,
Radio song,
Radio song.
After every radio's gone,
Radio's gone,
Radio's gone.

Anna Bell, the dying stars
Are falling down on us.
They got an easy way.

Let's you and me
Go falling, too,
Way out into the blue.
Hey, hey, hey.

[Chorus x 2]


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Tip Your Way

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