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Album: The Slide Area

 

 

UFO HAS LANDED IN THE GHETTO

(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)

 

Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night

Tuning in the soul music on the satellite

All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout

Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about

 

Tuning in the local scene on the radio

The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go

The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter

Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue

And he's got a little dance he wants to do

 

He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO

Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor

It really stops the action, everybody's mystified

To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by

 

Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips

Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips

Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class

I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass

 

Now, everybody fall in love

He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat

You shake your shimmy like I shake mine

He's hand held and he's jet propelled

Shake it up from sun to sun

He's fast and loose, he's full of juice

Shake it like an atomic bomb

He's got the goose so what's the use

That UFO has landed in the ghetto

 

©1982 Tonopah and Tidewater Music Co. & OOOEEE Music

 

 

I NEED A WOMAN

(Bob Dylan)

 

It's been raining in my mouth all day

Dripping down to my clothes

My patience it is wearing thin

Got a fire inside my nose

Searching for the truth the way God designed it

The truth is I might drown before I find it

 

Well, I need a woman

Yes, I do

Need a woman

Yes, I do

Someone who can see me as I am

Give the kind of love that don't have to be condemned

 

And I want you to be that woman

Every night

Be that woman

Treat me right

 

I've had my eyes on you, baby

For about five long years

You probably don't know me at all

But I've seen your laughter and I've seen your tears

Now you don't frighten me

I ain't no defendant

And you look like it wouldn't hurt you none

To have a man of understanding

 

Well, I need a woman

Oh, don't I

Need a woman

Bring it home safe at last

 

I've seen you standing on the corner

Seen you sitting down in the park

Been watching you in the sunshine

Walking with you in the dark

 

And I want you to be that woman

Treat me right

Be that woman

Every night

 

Well, if you believe in something long enough

You just naturally come to think it's true

There ain't no wall you can't crossover

Ain't no fire you can't walk through

Well, believing is all right

Just don't let the wrong people know what it's all about

They might put the evil eye on you

Use their hidden powers to try to turn you out

 

Well, I need a woman

Just to be my queen

Need a woman

Black, white, yellow, brown, blue or green

 

Riding out with me at midnight

Like two Spanish desperadoes

Gazing down upon the futile world

In her Cadillac Eldorado

We will penetrate the storm

In search of truth that has not been tested

But she better bring along her checkbook

Just in case we get arrested

 

And I want you to be that woman

 

©1982 Special Rider Music

 

 

GYPSY WOMAN

(Curtis Mayfield)

 

From out of nowhere, through a caravan, around the campfire light

Came a lovely woman in motion with hair as dark as night

Her eyes were like those of a cat in the dark

And she hypnotized me with love

 

She was a Gypsy Woman

She danced around and 'round to guitar melody

From the fire her face was all aglow

How she enchanted me

How I'd love to hold her near

And kiss and forever whisper in her ear

 

I love you Gypsy Woman

I want you Gypsy Woman

I need you Gypsy Woman

Just got to have a Gypsy Woman

 

All through the caravan, she was dancing with all the men

Waiting for the rising sun, everyone was having fun

I hate to see the lady go, knowing she'll never know

That I love her, I love her

 

I love you Gypsy Woman

I want you Gypsy Woman

I need you Gypsy Woman

Just got to have a Gypsy Woman

 

©1961 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.

 

 

BLUE SUEDE SHOES

(Carl Perkins)

 

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show

Three to get ready and it's go man go

You can do anything that you want to do

But uh-huh honey, lay off of my shoes

And don't you step on my shoes

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

You can do anything that you want to do

But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes

And don't you step on my blue suede shoes

 

You can burn my house, steal my car

And drink my liquor out of my fruit jar

You can do anything that you want to do

But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes

 

And don't you step on my shoes

Don't step on my blue suede shoes

You can do anything that you want to do

But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes

And don't you step on my blue suede shoes

 

Well, it's down on Beale Street late one night

A woman got mad and started a fight

Split my chin and bust my nose

Tore out the back of my best suit of clothes

 

I said, "Knock me down, step in my face

Slander my name all over the place

Do anything that you want to do

But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes"

 

And don't you step on my shoes

Don't step on my blue suede shoes

You can do anything that you want to do

But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes

And don't you step on my blue suede shoes

 

©1956 Hi Lo Music/Unichappell Music, Inc.

 

 

MAMA, DON'T TREAT YOUR DAUGHTER MEAN

(Ry Cooder)

 

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean

'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen

 

It was late last Friday evening, when everything was still

I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill

I got up and I looked outside strainin' my eyes to see

And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me

 

I hollered

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean

'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen

 

Now, her eyes were blazing up at me

Her hair was black as night

And her naked skin shone like gold

Out in the pale moonlight

She took my hand and she pulled me down

Where the grass had grown up tall

The she moved her body all around

Just like a cannon ball

 

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean

'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen

 

Yonder comes your mama, girl, 'cross the field

Runnin' and a-shakin' like an automobile

Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand

They just don't understand

The first time I seen that sweet girl

She was runnin' home from Sunday school

And the next time I seen that sweet little girl

Was when she broke her mama's rule

But the last time I seen that sweet little girl

She was filled with a strange desire

Rollin' and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground

Her skin burnin' up just like a cane fire

She called my name a thousand ways

The tears came streaming down her face

But just when I was 'bout to blow my stack

Her daddy came a-creepin' and a-crawlin' up behind

And he shot me in the back

 

©1982 Tonopah & Tidewater

 

 

I'M DRINKING AGAIN

(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)

 

Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again

Tell everybody I'm drinking again

Doctor said it'd kill me

But he didn't say when

Have mercy, I'm drinking again

 

Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again

I'd like to dry out but I doubt if I can

My baby said she'd quit me but she didn't say when

'Cause I'm drinking again

 

Working two jobs, tryin' to get straight

Don't need the money, just want to lose weight

Gonna get you all the things that you lack

Diamond ring and a red Cadillac

Came home drunk and pushed you around

Don't you quit me baby, don't you put me down

 

I'll never do it again

I'll never do it again

I'll never do it again

I promise this time

 

I came home last night about half past four

Whole neighborhood was rocking out on my floor

And my baby was working up under the sheet

With a teenage boy that lives down the street

I grabbed a bottle, he grabbed a gun

I heard somebody holler: "Shoot him 'fore he runs"

And that's the reason why I'm drinking again

Tell everybody I'm drinking again

You can't lick 'em and you just can't win

Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again

 

Ain't it enough to start you drinking again

We got to live in a world full of sin

Thank you Jesus for what you have done

I'm sick and tired tryin' to be number one

Change my suit, change my shirt

Change what I dig and get out of the dirt

 

I'll never do it again

I'll never do it again

I'm going to get back in my gin

I'm drinking again

 

©1982 Tonopah and Tidewater Music Co. & OOOEEE Music

 

 

WHICH CAME FIRST

(Willie Dixon & Ry Cooder)

 

You may be a hater, you may be a lover

You can bet your life one destroys the other

I don't know how it all began, which came first

The egg or the hen

 

The moon comes up and the sun goes down

This old world keeps spinning around

Just as sure as the day turns into the night

What you do in the dark will turn up in the light

Masked man ridin' out across the land

Spreading destruction and moving his hand

He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip

Got your past in his pocket, your future's in his grip

 

You may be a hater, you may be a lover

You bet your life one destroys the other

I don't know how it all began, which came first

The egg or the hen

 

Now, you bet your life without a doubt

Asking a masked man to leat you out

He's got you so tight that you can't even see

That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me

 

You won't see it coming

You won't feel the blow

You won't get no warning

You won't never know

You can't start it sooner

And fix it up later

And you ain't going to read about it in the newspaper

 

Rich or poor, mighty and meek

Don't need no ticket, you've all got a seat

High up on the mountain, low down in the alley

We'll all watch the world turn into death valley

 

You may be a hater, you may be a lover

You can bet your life one destroys the other

I don't know how it all began, which came first

The egg or the hen

 

Better shake my hand 'cause time is winding up

Shake your neighbor's hand 'cause time is winding up

 

You may be a hater, you may be a lover

You can bet your life one destroys the other

I don't know how it all began, which came first

The egg or the hen

 

©1967, 1982 Arc Music Corp.

 

 

THAT'S THE WAY LOVE TURNED OUT TO BE

(Quinton Claunch, Dave Hall & Ry Cooder)

 

Brand new day, brave new man

It's a miracle what love can do

All the joys romance can bring

Come smiling down on a heart that's true

When love is real, you can't turn it around

It's like a river running down to the sea

This old world turns around for lovers like you

It's not the way love turned out for me

 

People in love build a house they can share

Takes a long time to get it just right

But a fire can start in the kitchen somewhere

And burn that little house down over night

That flame burning bright in your heart, I believed that

You turned it on just for me

Another man held that fire, burned our house to the ground

That's the way love turned out for me

 

People turn out for the big show

Pretty flowers turn out in the spring

And the light turns out in the kitchen

When somebody pulls on the string

But there's no light burning in my kitchen

And no doors open up with my key

And I ain't got no one to turn to

That's the way love turned out for me