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Album: Borderline

 

 

 

634-5789 (S. Cropper/E. Floyd)

(C) - (F) - (G)

 

634-5789 is played CFC-FCFC (or continue playing F)

 

(C) Hey, baby, if you need a little (F) lovin', call on (C) me

And if you want some (F) kissin', call on (C) me, baby

No more (G) lonely nights will you (F) be alone

All you got to (C) do is pick up your (F) telephone

And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789

'Cause that's my number, 634-5789, 634-5789

 

Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me

And if you're beggin' me some good kissin', call on me

No more lonely nights, will you be alone

All you gotta do is pick up the telephone

And dial 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789

That's my number, 634-5789

 

(Am) Call me baby,

I'll be right there just as (F) soon as I (C) can (Wait a minute)

(F) And if I be just a bit little late, well,

I hope that you (G) understand 634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789

 

It's not too late

634-5789, 634-5789

To call me on the phone, girl [Call me, baby] 634-5789, 634-5789,

(use a dime), 634-5789 (call me up, hey)

Don't lose my number

634-5789, 634-5789

Call me on the phone, girl

634-5789, 634-5789, 634-5789

Put your hands on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Hey, call me baby

Don't loose my number

That's my number

Call me right now

 

© Pronto Music Inc.-BMI

 

 

SPEEDO (Esther Navarro)

Capo 1st fret: (D) - (G) - (A)

 

(D) Well, now they often call me Speedo but my (G) real name is Mr.(D) Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]

(D) Well, now they often call me Speedo but my (G) real name is Mr.(D) Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]

And I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Girls, taking their girls]

 

They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time]

They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (don't believe in) wastin' time]

I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind [Mind, change their mind]

 

(D) Some they call me Moe and some they call me Joe

But just remember Speedo, he don't never take it slow (G) .....

 

Now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. EArl]

Well, I said it now

They often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl]

Now I'm just the kind fellow's always takin' other folks' girls [Taking their girls]

They often call me Speedo 'cause I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time]

They often call me Speedo but I don't believe in wastin' time [Time (I don't believe it) wastin' time]

Now I've known some pretty women and I've caused them to change their mind

Uuh, honey, here comes that old Mr. Earl again, honey

He's so fine!

Oh, get on away from here, girl. I ain't going to be bothered with you tonight

He can get low down too, can get to be a low down son of a bitch

Don't you be holding on to me now, get away!

Hello, Mr. Earl!

Hey, you look good to me.

You too, baby.

What's your name ?

My name is Mary Lou

 

Tuning: Open E

©Adam R. Levy & Father Enterprises Inc.-BMI

 

 

WHY DON'T YOU TRY ME (E. Young)

(E) - (A) - (B)

 

(E) If your man has got you (A) on the run (B) why don't you try (E) me ?

If you wanna have a (A) little fun, oh baby,(B) why don't you try (E) me ?

If you tote more that you can bear, if your troubles been more than your share

And if things are not going just right why don't you try a man like me tonight ?

 

Why don't you try (B) me tonight ? (A) Why don't you try me ?

Why don't you try (B) me tonight ? (A) Why don't you try me ?

 

Last night while I was trying to sleep

I heard a racket from the room next door, hum

And that was you and your man havin' a fight

Like you've done so many nights before "Woman, I'll turn you every which way but loose"

Is what I heard him shout, uh-oh, look out!

So I jumped out of the bed and I opened the door

Just as you came runnin' out And I hollered:

 

why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ?

Why don't you try me tonight ? Why don't you try me ?

 

I ain't saying I'm all that you need

And I won't tell you, honey, you will be free

But all night, well, I will keep trying

And when I say I want ya, girl, you know I'm not lyin'

You see a good woman out on the streets these days, friends

Ah, a bad old man can't be hard to find, no, no

Kind of man who'd steal your heart

And call true love a crime That's why I keep asking ya, baby

Why don't you try me tonight ?

Do yourself a favor

Why don't you try me ?

Regular man ain't treatin' you right

 

Why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me ?

Why don't you try a man like me tonight ? Why don't you try me ?

 

©No Exit Music Co. Inc.-BMI

 

 

DOWN IN THE BOONDOCKS (Joe South)

 

Down in the boondocks, down in the boondocks

People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in

I love her and she loves me

But I don't fit in her society

Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks

Now, every night I watch the lights from the house upon the hill

Well, I love a little girl who lives up there and I guess I always will

But I don't dare knock on her door

'Cause her daddy is my boss man

So I'll just have to be content and see her whenever I can Take a trip on down in the boondocks,

Take a ride on down in the boondocks

People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in

See, I love her and she loves me

But I don't fit her society

Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks

One fine day I'll find a way and move from this old shack

Well, I'll hold my head up like a king and I'll never, never will look back

'Til that morning I'll work and slave

And I'll save every dime

But tonight she'll have to steal away

To see me one more time Get together, darling, down in the boondocks

Making love, darling, down in the boondocks

People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in

I love her and she loves me

But I don't fit her society

Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks

Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks

 

©Lowery Music Group-BMI

 

 

JOHNNY PORTER (Bobby Ray Appleberry/William Cuomo)

 

Johnny Porter was the oldest in his family

And I remember he was almost twenty one

Y'know I can't quite explain the situation

But he broke into his father's truck and stole a gun

Mother running down the highway screaming

Johnny it's too bad, oh it's too and it's bad

And it's too bad Well, his father wonders where he got the money

And he wonders if he got it right or wrong

Then Johnny killed a man in Pensacola, Florida

And he caught a freight train and and took off on the run

Well, run, Johnny, run

They're rolling right behind you

Run, Johnny, run

You know they're gonna find you

You come out late at night, 'cause you're running for your life Hum, Johnny Porter

Johnny Porter

Yeah, yeah, yeah Well, it's a shame the way you make your mother worry

And it's hurts inside to sit and watch her cry

And it will be a long time before she knows the answer

But it won't be long before she will see ya die

Well, I was standing in my front door early this morning

So sad, when I heard my name was said

Johnny Porter was no good than anybody

But I hate to see him throw his life away Now, run, Johnny, run

They're rolling right behind you

Run, Johnny, run

You know they're gonna find you

You come out late at night, 'cause you're running for your life Well, Johnny Porter, Johnny Porter

Found him holed up in some dark and dirty building

Heard his mother begging, "Please, let Johnny go!"

That's when John fired his pistol

As a warning and he said,

"I was born to die by the gun"

"I was born to die by the gun"

"I was born to die by the gun"

 

Tuning: Open D, +1

©Irving Music, Inc./Joe Sill & Friends Music/Old World Music-BMI

 

 

THE WAY WE MAKE A BROKEN HEART (John Hiatt)

 

Just a one more kiss

He'll have to miss

This night with you

Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies

And feeling sorry when he cries

Now that the strings are attached

He'll catch on, we've done our part

'Cause this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one

We've just begun

To hurt him so

And with lesson two

He'll long for you

When lights are low

Then we get to lesson three

Where he gets down on his knees

And begs you to stop at the door

Just before he comes apart

And this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've layed a trail of tears

For him to follow

And we've thought of every line

That he might swallow And with lesson four

There'll be no more

For him to bear

And on some dark night

We'll dim the lights

On this affair Then he'll find somebody new

And she will hurt him too

'Cause there must be millions just like you and me

Practiced in the art This is the way we make a broken heart

Oh,  this is the way we make a broken heart

This is the way we make a broken heart

 

©Bug Music/Bilt Publishing-BMI-Adm. by the Bug Music Group

 

 

CRAZY 'BOUT AN AUTOMOBILE (Every Woman I Know) (William R. Emerson)

 

-Man, I'm gonna tell you my story

-Go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more

-Just what I've been doing

-What you've been doing, Ry ?

-Well, you know I used to be particular about the womens that I picked

-Aha!

-Yeah! They used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all

-But the way things has been going, I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged

-What ?

-I'll even take 'em bald! Man. I'll tell you why

-Please, tell me why!

 

Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile

Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels.

He-hey, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile

Oh, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels. Now look'it here!

They say, walking women home is a thing of the past

Women want to ride and ride around in class

Some like Cadillacs, boys, some like Fords

Some like anything as long as it rolls.

Crazy 'bout an automobile [That's right]

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

Well, every woman I know she's crazy 'bout an automobile

Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile

And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

One more thing I wanna tell you Said, riding and loving just can't be beat,

You and your woman in your own front seat.

Now, she can play with your keys, shift the gears,

Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear.

Now, she can turn up the heat and flip on your fan,

And then you start rolling just as fast as you can. Crazy 'bout an automobile

And just here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels

Man, when I get some money I just got to get me some kind of automobile

You don't seem like the women in this town just don't pay no attention to ya 'less you're driving

Look at that big, fine Buick over there

Oh, I like that one

Yeah, now, looks like somebody left the keys in it

Oh, let's take a ride Nothing but rubber heels

 

©Conrad Music Corp.-BMI

 

 

THE GIRLS FROM TEXAS (James Lewis/Jimmy Holiday/Cliff Chambers)

 

Well, I met a girl from Texas 'bout a year ago

Hadn't known her for too long when I had to let her go

You see, she had a razor, was ten inches or so

And every night you'd hear her knocking at my door

She said, "Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back

You can have everything that I've got in my shack

But if you ever try to leave they'll take your out in sack

'Cause me and my razor will see to that" That's the way the girls are from Texas

That's the way the girls are from Texas

That's the way the girls are from Texas I thought about my situation, decided not to tarry

For my own self preservation I decided we should marry

When the preacher started reading 'bout 'till death do us part

I told him, "Skip it, we had that understanding right from the start"

That's the way the girls are from Texas

That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone)

That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em alone)

Well, we settled down, got me a little old job, '65 Fairlane Ford

Every Friday night I would stop in and cash my pay check down at the grocery store

They had a little girl worked in there, must have been about seventeen

She was the cutest thing I had ever seen

It's the same old story and I'm afraid it wasn't too very long

Before we had fallen deeply in love and I knew it was wrong

I said baby, we got to stop this thing right here

Or my woman is gonna cut my throat from ear to ear, that's right

Tearful suffocation, she looked up in my face

I could feel her heart was breaking as these sad words she did say

"You should have told me you was married, baby

She pulled out a forty-five and let me have it, right smack between the eyes

That's the way the girls are from Texas

That's the way the girls are from Texas

That's the way the girls are from Texas She was guilty, I was dead

Now, what'd you think that the old judge said ?

"Ah, that's just the way the girls are down here in Texas

Case dismissed!" That's the way the girls are from Texas

That's the way the girls are from Texas (Houston to San Antone)

That's the way the girls are from Texas (Got to love 'em right or leave 'em alone, boy)

 

Tuning: Standard (C)

©Unart Music Corp.-BMI

 

 

BORDERLINE (Ry Cooder)

 

Tuning: Standard (A) Capo III

Instrumental ©Tonopah & Tidewater Music Co.-BMI

 

 

NEVER MAKE YOUR MOVE TOO SOON (Will Jennings/Nesbert Hooper Jr.)

 

Three days of snow out in Birmingham

Thought you would wonder where I am

Called up your number all night long

No consolations on the telephone

Ran out and caught that midnight flight

Thought a little loving  would make everything all right

But, no!

Landlord said, "You'd moved away

And left me all your bills to pay"

It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon

I think you might have made your move too soon, girl

Now, look here Left me out here with a Keno card

Life in Vegas really ain't so hard

Ran it up to about fifty grand

Cashed it in and held it in my hand

That kinda money gets the word around

And makes a lost love come up found

I hear you knocking baby at my door

You ain't living here no more

I tried to tell you before

But you made your move too soon Now I'm gonna play!

All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing

Well, I've been from Texas down to Tokyo

Okinawa back to Ohio

Never tried to make the news

I'm just a man that loves to play the blues

Take my guitar everywhere

Now, if you people don't like it, I really don't care

Crowd jumps up and the band falls down

Love to see us rolling into town

Because the people know, well, we never make our move too soon

Never make your move too soon Ya made your move too soon, girl

Ya made your move too soon, baby....babe

I think ya made your move too soon

Let's hear it for all the chickens that died in the heat wave

Two millions chickens, God Almighty

In Arkansas, down in Oklahoma, by God

Texas, Arizona