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I, Flathead (2008)
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Drive Like I Never Been Hurt
2. Waiting for Some Girl
3. Johnny Cash
4. Can I smoke in here?
5. Steel Guitar Heaven
6. Ridin' with the Blues
7. Pink-O Boogie
8. Fernando Sez
9. Spayed Kooley
10. Filipino Dancehall Girl
11. My Dwarf is getting tired.
12. Flathead one more time
13. 5000 Country Music Songs
14. Little Trona Girl
Drive Like I Never Been Hurt
You told everybody that I couldn't drive You didn't even want me around You knocked my love and you know that's a lie 'cause I'm a good man when the flag goes down
I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt
Down the road like you never lied
I'll find my way like I never been lost
And you never laughed and I never cried
I'll say goodbye to all my friends
that won't take too very long
they'll be real big men someday
never gonna miss me when I'm gone
I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt
Down the road like you never lied
I'll find my way like I never been lost
And you never laughed and I never cried
I'm in the road I'm in the right
I got a mind to drive all night
When I get there they'll know my name
My head's blowin' loose all over again
Fuel's getting' hot sun's getting' high
Salt is burnin' in my eyes
My brain's still good my tires are fair
If my drag chute fails baby I don't care
Waitin For Some Girl
( With thanks to Silvio Lončarić, for supplying this. )
(G)I was robbed I was framed
(D)What ever happens now ain't no fault of mine
(G)I got born I got blamed
(D)Guess I should have read that detour sign
(G)I took off I hid out
(D)Jesus promised me he'd show me a sign
(G)Take your little world and show it up (D) you're askin' me buddy I'm tellin' you friend
(D)You ain't gonna pin that (D7)rap on me this (G) time
(G)'Cause I'm (Em) waitin' for some girl to (C)pick me up on her (D) way down
(Em) She'll know me in the suspect book in the (C) show-up line in the lost and (D)found
(G)I was burned I was fried
(D)There's someone out there waitin' just for me
(G)Dirty blond dirty mind
(D)We're goin' on a tri-state kill-spree
(G)Pedal's down safety's off
(D)Don't you try to take her love from me
(G)I'm warnin' you back out buddy
(D)You ain't gonna steal her (D7) love from me this (G) time
(G)'Cause I'm (Em) waitin' for some girl to (C) pick me up on (D) her way down
(Em)I'm gonna get my money back startin' with the drug-store quack
That jerked me out and hit my back and (C) never shed a (D) tear
(Em) That old man's gonna be surprised he'll be cryin' through both his eyes
When I (C) walk up and (A) say the jerk's right (D) here
(G) We're rollin' through your town tonight (C) skid marks on your face all right
(D) When she picks me up on her way (G) down
Pick me up... (G, Em, C, D...
I was just a boy in school 1954
I heard Johnny singin' on my Sears radio I wouldn't do my schoolwork then
nor join in schoolyard games I'd sit there by the radio so I could hear him sing
Hey porter, her porter would you tell me the time
I want to get on board John I want to ride your train
I don't care where you're goin' long as it ain't when I been
There ain't nothin' in this little town that a boy like me can do
So if you're goin' to Folsom Prison I want to go there too
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
I tried to learn the guitar blues to ease my troubled mind
But Johnny kept a movin' and I kept wastin' time
He was somewhere down Big River but all that I could see
Was west Pico Boulevard and that's what tortured me
And I followed you Big River when you called
Johnny Cash will never die buddy can't you see
He's up there with the Tennessee Two for all eternity
But sometimes in the dark of night his voice still calls to me
Hey porter hey porter was what I heard him say
On my Sears & Roebuck radio Pasadena KXLA
Can I smoke in here Can I sit down
Am I bothering you Are you alone
Is my tie on straight Do you rate me polite
Do I need a shave Do I seem alright
Names don't matter mine's Kash Buk No it's true
Go ahead and laugh it's good for you
What's that you're drinking I like your smile you know
Hey Mister Bartender please don't be so slow
I think we got a lot in common
That's my brand wouldn't trade it for the world
We're about the same age on the outside
Inside I'm a thousand years old
Is this your room I can't do 60 like I once could
Bet you didn't know I was that hot
You didn't know I was that good
You got nothing to fear can I smoke in here?
[ Ry Cooder Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Steel player friend of mine lived right down the hall
These walls are thin nobody heard him fall
Last of the best without a shadow of a doubt
Hi-Lo shag's the last thing he saw before it all faded out
What's that you say? life is like a low budget movie
slow down there honey you lost me that time
We all took less then it closed
Truest thing you said all night That's a laugh
You can write it on my epitaph
See you in heaven or next time whichever's first
I ain't USDA prime God knows you've seen worse
Just tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
I won't be late but let me get this straight
Can I get a beer can I smoke in here
I want to go to steel guitar heaven
That's the only resting place for me
I want to go to steel guitar heaven
There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see
Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day
Shake hands with Speedy and shout hooray
That's steel guitar heaven to me
I heard about steel guitar heaven
I'm going when I die
I heard Paul Bixby's been waiting
He's got something new that he wants me to try
It turns itself on and tells you a joke
Lights you a drink and pours you a smoke
Paul I don't think it's ready!
That's steel guitar heaven to me
Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love
Steel players, He's made so many of them
Matter of fact He's still trying
But the good Lord knows that the steel
Player's life on Earth isn't often easy,
So He's set aside a little corner of heaven,
Custom made, just for you.
First thing you'll notice, there's always plenty
Of courteous free parking
And don't it just seem like that old triple-neck
Ain't near as heavy as it used to be?
Step inside, and you'll find the walls are covered
In real knotty pine,
And just take a gander at all that luxurious hilo
Shag, continuous filament,
Nylon pile, wall-to-wall carpeting, Our Lord
Chose green and gold, my personal favourite.
The tables and chairs are upholstered in
genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord
chose red, I think it's appropriate.
There's always a lot of cowboy carrying on
Up on the bandstand, and you're bound to
Hear some old familiar voices calling, man,
Look who's here, come on up and sit on in,
It's C6th day again.
You can't get fired up in Heaven
Your union card's all paid
There ain't no bosses up in heaven
I heard Spade Cooley didn't make the grade
Everybody's got a story up in heaven
Some we all know well
All steel players go to heaven
Some just go through hell
But the Good Lord loves each and every one
When your ragtime cowboy days are done
Come up to steel guitar heaven with me
That's steel guitar heaven to me.
It's gettin'-out time down at the high school
We're checking out all the little cheerleaders like you
With your cheerleadin' dress and your cheerleadin' shoes,
Step over here baby shake hands with the blues
Ol' blues like to ride in my Cadillac
Likes to ride up in front likes to ease down in back
Slide over baby this ain't what you think
Ol' blues is gonna drive while I get us a drink
Baby you can ride with me
Hope you don't mind bein' three
Pull up your dress and kick off your shoes
You're gonna have a god time ridin' with the blues
[ Ry Cooder Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Goin' to take a little ride and see an old friend of mine
Do a little business down on the state line
If it don't feel right we'll bust right through
Hang on baby you're ridin' with the blues
If the police ask better give 'em the slip
Tell 'em you been out on a high school field trip
If your teachers been wonderin' just where you been gone
Tell 'em you're learnin' the blues from now on
So pull up your dress and kick off your shoes
Gonna have a good time ridin' with the blues
There's a new dance going round the whole town's talking about
lt's socially uplifting boys but it sure is wearing me out
All my low friends in high places won't talk to me no more
They can't take no chances being Seen out on the dance floor
Pink-o Boogie's fun baby Pink-o Boogie's hot
Pink-o Boogie's got the thing you republicans just ain't got
Pink-o Boogie's cool baby Pink-o Boogie's new
I'Il join the Party baby if they let me party with you
I like tight action I Iike loose fittin' shoes
I like slow dancin' to the good ol' country blues
I like the FB.I Secret Service too
[ Ry Cooder Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
I'd like to see J. Edgar do the Pink-o Boogie with you
Pink-o Boogie's tight baby gone right to my head
Gonna do the Pink-o Boogie till I get cherry red
Pink-o Boogie's fun baby Pink-o Boogie's hot
Bend over and let ol' Kash Buk see just what else you got
Pink-o Boogie's fun baby Pink-o Boogie's hot
Pink-o Boogie's got the thing you republicans just ain't got
Pink-o Boogie's cool baby Pink-o Boogie's new
I'Il join the Party baby if they let me do the Pink-o Boogie with you
Fernando Sez
I'm recording again and you know why
I need money and that's no lie
Fernando sez my car is trash and he wants cash
My car is old but it's still good
I wouldn't change it baby if I could
I really like that old Cadillac
Fernando sez he won't give it back
Never liked no Jap cars ain't startin' up now
The whole world's gone crazy anyhow
Public transportation gets me down
Might end up in a bad part of town
Fernando sez it's understood
No offense your credit ain't good
You white folks had it it's all gone now
Never had no rhythm anyhow
Fernando sez take a clue Fernando sez you're overdue
Fernando sez take in mind Fernando sez it's cash on the line
Spayed Kooley
I got a dog in this fight I got troops on the ground
His name is old Spayed Kooley he's the meanest dog in town
If you think I'm foolin' try bustin' in through the door
He'll tear you a whole brand new one and you won't come back no more
Spayed's a good dog, he's really bad
He's the best pal this poor boy ever had
Now Spayed might get suspicious when first you chance to meet
So if you come a callin' you better wipe your feet
Empty out your pockets let him see your hands
Be sure to talk good English so he can understand
Spayed likes mariachis he loves to hear 'em croon
I know he'll be watchin' if the fiddles ain't in tune
When you come 'round to our table you better play it sweet
Or it's adios muchachos down on Olivera Street
Spayed's a good old dog he's really fine
So if you want to be a friend of mine
Pledge allegiance to our flag try to sing on key
And you won't have no problem with my dog Spayed Kooley
Filipino Dance Hall Girl
( With thanks to Silvio Lončarić, for supplying this. )
(D) Oh when the evening shadows fall
(A) I am dreaming
(A) Of a certain smile
A (A7)secret (D) rendezvous (D, Cdim)
(B) And when the day is past and gone
I'll come (Em)creeping
(Fdim)down the dark end of the street
Again to (A)you
(D) In a dimly lit café as we go (A) dancing
I try to smile and hide a love that's (D) true (D, Cdim, B)
(B)Then they play a lovely tune as we're (Em) romancing
Then I (D) can't pretend (D/B) no (G) matter (A7) what I (D) do
Dark and (A) different
So they (D) tell me
It's (A) forbidden
So they (D) say (D, Cdim, B)
(B) But I just tell them
We're so (Em) happy
She's my (D) Fili(D/B)pino (G)Dance(A)hall (D) Girl
Good friends all have withdrawn their salutations
Good neighbors pause when I come down the street
Preacher has a look of scorn on Sunday morning
And there's a frown on every face I see
Que Sera Sera the Bible tells me
? … so they say
But I just tell them “Adios Muchacho”
She's my Filipino Dancehall Girl
Then she whispers
While we're dancing
In a language soft and low
I just tell her “Darling I Love You”
You're my Filipino Dancehall Girl
(Aw Step On It!)
Dmaj , Em, A7, F#7, Bm7
(Dmaj7) A mobile home in Anaheim
its (Em) double-wide it's (A7) new, it's clean It's a (Dmaj7) friendly town I think it's time
it's what we (F#7) need
we had a (Em) long run to(F#7)gether a life (Bm7) you can't compare
But the (Em) world is changing and it's getting (A7) strange out there (Dmaj7)
Forty years of motel rooms’ cigarettes and magazines
From Spokane clear down to Bakersfield You might have seen us on the highway so many times before
but my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won't travel anymore
Skinny-looking farmers brought their families
down Looking for a fat time
Had to work all day just to make them spend one thin dime
Like hot dog contests man you could eat 'em Might raise a buck or two
Boxing matches you couldn't beat 'em
That midget kangaroo was a little too fast for you
We came down here to say good by to an oldtime friend of mine
He died inside his rubber suit out on the street of dreams
It was a hot July Sunday and he was working over time
Cause the people like seeing Mickey walk by down in Anaheim
Dwarves and fat men just might do the very
best they can
But they can't compare with Tomorrow Land it seems
we had some real Western times together but it can't be like before
Cause my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won't travel anymore
No we won't be seen from Bakersfield clear up to Spokane anymore
Three o'clock, thismorning, I woke up in a dream.
Thought I heard a flathead motor roar, I thought I smelled gasoline.
A feeling came upon me, that I ain't had in years.
Something like a hot dry wind, whistling past my ears.
Saying "time, time, time is all you got".
There's a memory that's still burning, way down in my mind.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead one more time.
I ain't seen my racing buddies in thirty years, or more.
One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor.
We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go.
[ Ry Cooder Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Just like old Whiskey Bob, down on Thunder Road.
I hear their voices calling, just accross the finish line.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead one more time.
I'll get back to you baby, don't you have no fear.
'Cos I been there, and I wrecked that, and baby I'm still here.
But I can't take you with me, when I cross the finish line.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead, one, more, time.
Time, time, time is all you got.
I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind
My girl and I got married in 1963
We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive
So I bought an old house-trailer out on the countryside
You can't write country songs in town they say
We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way
I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I heard that old Hank Williams drove one just like mine
So I thought that something might rub off on me
You can take what you want after I'm gone
It's only just a little place that we called home sweet home
One old house trailer two rusty Cadillacs and 5000 country music songs
I always sent my songs up to Nashville town
In case the boys could use a guy like me
But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad
You're bound to get you one just wait and see
[ Ry Cooder Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
I recall the year Ray Price came through town
His tour bus parked about a mile from here
I sat there in the backseat of that old Coupe De Ville
Those shoes were just too big to fill that year
A song on Bobby Bare would take you anywhere
If I'm still here it wasn't for lack of trying
My wife would tell me Honey I'm feelin' somethin' there
Don't care if Bobby never reads a line
Chorus
Then late one summer evening she called me to her side
Saying sing me something in your real old style
The one I like to hear Bobby Bare passed by
I'll just close my eyes and rest a while
Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine
And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly
I just packed up all those song words and my old guitar
I locked them up and threw away the key
Little Trona girl, little Trona girl
Little Trona girl will you wait for me
Standing in the twilight by the highway side
In my mirror I can see the teardrops in her eyes
Little Trona girl, little Trona girl
Little Trona girl will you wait for me
