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Just like a preacher on the old CC I've stopped by many a door
I've laid down under the apple tree and I've slept on many a floor
But when the sun comes up I won't be found taking up your time
I'll be looking ahead on that open road and I don't care what's behind
Oh baby I get it, I get it, I get it where I can
I don't know what a woman wants until a woman wants a man
Oh, Baby I get it, I get it, I get it all the time
You don't have to spell it out
Baby I get it
Well you want me to settle down and make some steady pay
To go to bed in the early night and labour all the day
But I won't slave for man nor woman, livin' on my knees
I gets my money however I want and I spends it how I please
'And oh baby I get it, I get it, I get it where I can
I don't know what a woman wants until a woman wants a man
Oh, Baby I get it, I get it, I get it all the time
You don't have to spell it out
Baby I get it
You say that men like me ain't got no place in this world no more
And I can't always get a welcome when I come around your back door
I'm well aware of my shortcomings that you equate to crimes
But what you don't know is I've heard those words of scorn a thousand times
Oh baby I get it, I get it, I get it where I can
I don't know what a woman wants until a woman wants a man
Oh, Baby I get it, I get it, I get it all the time
You don't have to spell it out, you don't have to scream and shout
I get it
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The Devil's Jacket
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I was walking home one day and what did I see but a brand new jacket just hanging from a tree. So I plucked it down and I pulled it on and the birds in the tree started singing this song
They said "That's the Devil's jacket, It's the Devil's jacket. Be careful what you wish for when you wear that coat because in return he's gonna steal your soul."
Now when the gals look at me they fall at my feet and when I'm walking by the stalls they give me something to eat. They say the best things in life are always for free, now everything's the best when it's for me.
Because I got the Devil's jacket, got the Devil's jacket. Be careful what you wish for when you wear that coat because in return he's gonna steal your soul.
I thought I'd scored, thought I had it all but never have I felt so poor. Now I can't feel no pleasure 'cause I can't feel no pain, I just hear the Devil laugh as he's calling my name.
He says "You got the Devil's jacket, got the Devil's jacket. Be careful what you wish for when you wear my coat because in return I'm gonna steal your soul."
So if you're walking one day and what do you see but a brand new jacket just hanging from a tree take a tip from me and walk on by because that's the Devil's jacket and it ain't no lie.
"It's the Devil's jacket, It's the Devil's jacket. Be careful what you wish for when you wear that coat because in return he's gonna steal your soul."
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Best Boots on the Bus
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Well I ain't got no gold records, no big new shiny car.
I ain't on the the television, and I'm no big radio star.
Oh and when I go to the airport, nobody makes a fuss.
But the one thing that's for certain is I got the best boots on the bus.
I got the best boots on the bus, best boots on the bus.
Spanish leather, Cuban heels, quality you can trust.
best boots on the bus, best boots on the bus.
I ain't goin' nowhere but I got the best boots on the bus.
Well I'm not the world's greatest singer, and I can barely play guitar.
I ride them buses every day but they don't take me very far.
And my good gal sits beside me, and people laugh at us.
But I sit there in kingly comfort, with the best boots on the bus.
Well I may never be president, or make the cover of TIME.
And I don't have Rockefeller's money, in fact I don't even have a dime.
But when I see the state of people's footwear and I hear them moan and cuss.
I thank the lord almighty that I've got the best boots on the bus.
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How Could I Say No?
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How could I say no to them big sad eyes
How was I to know you were telling me lies
You must have saw me coming, you put on your disguise
How could I say no to them big sad eyes
You said that you were needy but that wasn't true
I gave you all my money but that wouldn't do
It took my whole life to satisfy you
And now that I have nothing, you've found somebody new
How could I say no to them big sad eyes
How was I to know you were telling me lies
You must have saw me coming, you put on your disguise
How could I say no to them big sad eyes
Well God gave me a heart and God gave me a mind
But what can I do if my eyes are blind
In a world that is so mean, it don't pay to be kind
In the time that I have left I'm keeping what's mine
How could I say no to them big sad eyes
How was I to know you were telling me lies
You must have saw me coming, you put on your disguise
How could I say no to them big sad eyes
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Legs like those are few and far apart
And men like me are few and far between
Girl you look so good I don't know where to start
You're the prettiest woman that I ever seen
Well I lay my boots at the end of the bed and leave my hat up on the post
When we gets to lovin' we hold so tight there ain't no room for the Holy Ghost
Oh, Lawd!
Well come on baby, pull down the blinds but don't turn of the light
What God hath made mine eyes behold is such a glorious sight
God have mercy!
Well God made man and woman too so The Bible ain't against it
Just like ol' Adam in Paradise, enjoyin' every minute
Glory Hallelujah!
Now when it comes to lovin' I takes my time, I don't jump right in
I'm a natural born lover from my head to my toes, Honey lets begin
Jumpin Jehosafanny!
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Johnny's Last Ride
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Johnny was a big mountain of a man
with a rifle in his saddle and a pistol in his hand
Johnny
He was raised on wire, rocks and mud
his mother had royal demon blood
so did Johnny
He was his daddy's pride
he whooped him hard but he never cried
Now this is the story of Johnny's last ride
He slept standing up, never had no bed
and bullet's bounced right off his head
Johnny
He was a wanted man and the price was high
but how do you kill a man that just won't die
like Johnny
Though many a dead man tried
for he comes like the wind and he's gone with the tide
Galloping hard, Johnny's last ride
They were high in the saddle, side by side
Going out tonight for Johnny's last ride
His foes were many, dark and mean
but none were worse than that evil queen
Sally
Her limbs were long, she had the jaw of a man
she came from an ancient wicked clan
bad Sally
She was the Devil's bride
She hated Johnny with a jealous pride
and laid in wait for Johnny's last ride
He was lured into a deep, dark valley
in a narrow pass, in a deadly alley
Oh, Johnny
It took dynamite and a mountain side
to bury Johnny that's how he died
Poor, Johnny
And the thunderous earth did slide
Now he lays with his men, side by side
and their ghosts ride out for Johnny's last ride
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She's A Lady, Boy
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Six months pay in my pocket, salt water in my veins
I'll be off this ship like a rocket, looking for fun... and games
The scent of the oriental night draws me to the shore
Oh, man I wanna drink and dance and sing... and more
Don't be fooled their modest manner's nothing but a ploy
Yo-ho-ho hiddley-hoy, she's no girl she's a lady, boy
Listen here, mister she ain't like your sister back home on the farm
The only thing you'll come to if you mess with her... is harm
Skipper tried to warn me, he told such tales of woe-woah-woah
But I wouldn't listen so in to town... I go
She'll wind you up as if you were a wind-up toy
Yo-ho-ho hiddley-hoy, she's no girl she's a lady, boy
Life is tough for a sailor, without no women it's hard
Oh lawd, swabbing the deck and living on beans... and lard
The Captain was right on that fateful night, his words they all rang true
What she had he had himself, in other words... he knew
She'll burn them Yankee dollars with rare and fiendish joy
Yo-ho-ho hiddley-hoy, she's no girl she's a lady, boy
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She puts on her high heels, he puts on his pants
He goes out to work and she goes out to dance
He swears he's gonna kill her if he ever gets the chance
Because she's a hell of a woman and he's a shell of a man
He makes her morning coffee, she makes his morning hell
What goes on in her mind no human heart can tell
She must have been standing right where Satan fell
Because she's a hell of a woman and he's a shell of a man
He puts out the trash, she puts out for men
She don't come home till morning then she goes right out again
When he says he's gonna leave her all she says is "When?"
Because she's a hell of a woman and he's a shell of a man
He turns on the tv, she turns on the guys
All she ever tells him is a bunch of crazy lies
He prays each night to Jesus that the beast inside her dies
Because she's a hell of a woman and he's a shell of a man
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You're Gonna Work It Off
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You're gonna work it off one kiss at a time
You're gonna pay me back all that is mine
You're gonna work it off till I'm satisfied
You're gonna make it up one kiss at a time
You thought I was defeated, here's the surprise
You thought that I was cheated but I got wise
It didn't take much lookin' girl, to see through all your lies
Now you're gonna give to me what you gave to them other guys
You're gonna work your little fingers to the bone
Cookin' and sweepin' and washin' all of my clothes
Those arms you were so free with will be busy all the time
You'll be workin' till you're old and grey, returning what is mine
You're gonna work it off one kiss at a time
You're gonna pay me back all that is mine
You're gonna work it off till I'm satisfied
You're gonna make it up one kiss at a time
You swore that you would love, honour and obey
and I'll keep you to your word, little girl, every single day
You said I was the only man you held in your heart
Now all you gotta no is: Till death do us part
You're gonna work your little fingers to the bone
Cookin' and sweepin' and washin' all of my clothes
Those arms you were so free with will be busy all the time
You'll be workin' till you're old and grey, returning what is mine
You're gonna work it off one kiss at a time
You're gonna pay me back all that is mine
You're gonna work it off till I'm satisfied
You're gonna make it up one kiss at a time
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She's The Only One
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She was a raven haired, grey eyed beauty walking barefoot on the stair and like a dream it seemed to me she was the only one there. I motioned to the stranger beside me "Now that's a woman I'd like to meet." he said "She's sweet but it's your own desire that will land you at her feet.
If you're looking for human kindness, boy, you'd better run. If you want her to feel sorry for all the things she's done you could wait for the heavens to fall or ice to cover the sun. But if you want to go places that you've never gone before, she's the only one.
If you need to feel security, boy, you'd better stay clear. For every new assurity just brings a deeper fear. But if you're looking for satisfaction that is second to none, if it's dirty, dangerous and got to be done, she's the only one.
You can walk and run, climb or crawl but you won't even get near. You could say goodbye to all things good, wholesome and dear. She'll only smile as if she's listening to the merits you have won. But if you want to get to heaven by passing through hell, she's the only one.
And if you want to ride high on waves of desire, she's the only one. For mayhem and pleasure unbound and free, she's the only one. One last word of warning, listen carefully son: you can hope and pray and dream it but you won't be the only one.
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Well I don't mess with what the devil owns, he can have you when I'm done
Hell can wait till I'm through with you, I'll have my fun
I'll hound you day and night, I'll never let you be
Your soul belong to Satan but your ass belong to me
You've done a lot of had thing baby and some day you will pay
When your master comes to get you I won't get in his way
I'll return you in good order and I'll be free
Your soul belong to Satan but your ass belong to me
You like your money and your clothes, you like your lovin' rough
Well when God made me, he made me rough and tough
On this earth you will learn what in Hell you'll surely see
Your soul belong to Satan but your ass belong to me
You lied so much baby, there ain't no truth in you
But when I'm comin' at you, you won't know what to do
There's a storm comin' baby, that you won't see
Your soul belong to Satan but your ass belong to me
God gave you to me to try to set you right
But I don't believe you'll ever see the light
You're a hellbound, hell-hound woman, as evil as can be
Your soul belong to Satan but your ass belong to me
Well when I meet Saint Peter, I'm gonna shake him by the hand
For he sent you to your torment in that deep and firey land
I'll go to my glory, you'll go to the burnin' sea
Your soul belong to Satan but your ass belong to me
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We didn't have no job
We didn't have no dough
So we made a band
and we made a show
To pay the rent
Gigged all over town
Just a bass-slappin' rocker
and a cowboy clown
It's hard to believe
It's kinda funny
But it used to be about the money
In this rockstar life
You always sick
From playin' late at night
and out in the sticks
We're just the guys from the TV
and the radio
But when we started out
We just wanted our dough
You should see us in the morning
Can't hardly even move
We shake a lot
But we never groove
Not tryin' to win
Just can't afford to lose
Got a real bad case
of the honky-tonk blues
Now listen here, children
Don't play in a band
Don't wear funny clothes
and play music with your hands
'Cause you'll be called an "Artist"
and you'll work all the time
There's a lotta better ways
to make a dime
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The Dublin City Rounders Dublin, Ireland
If The Dublin City Rounders were a dog it would be a pink bulldog with a cowboy hat, a studded leather collar and sporting a
sleeveless denim jacket.
Two Irish brothers, one mind and a single beating heart made of rock n roll gold.
Whether playing a Stephen Foster esque song from the 1880’s or a brand new self penned classic you can’t take your eyes, or ears, off these lads!
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