JACQUIE LEE lyrics - The Complete Season 5 Collection (The Voice Performance)

The House Of The Rising Sun

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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My daddy was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one

Shampoo Boy

Jo Davidson "Fragile Tough Girl"
well you call me on the phone I am watching tv alone and you say when you become big and famous, and the crowds are going wild and you're making lots of money and your house is full of toys can I be your shampoo boy oh can I be your shampoo boy oh whoa can I be your. . . well I went to your house for a barbecue on Sunday out in Malibu you'd just come in from surfing you were looking pretty sexy and you didn't have a shirt on and I thought to myself you could be a shampoo boy oh you could be my shampoo boy and if I remember you when I'm famous then don't forget me if I'm not and if I'm never on the cover of Rolling Stone will you still think I'm hot? well you call me on the phone I am watching tv alone and you say hey kid you got a great voice, and I know that you'll go far if you stay the way you are and when you get there call me up and I will be your shampoo boy oh can I be your shampoo boy oh whoa can I be your. . . . ?

The Rebel Jesus

JACKSON BROWNE
[Original recording from the Chieftain's album 'The Bells Of Dublin'] The streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of the season And the merchants' windows are all bright With the faces of the children And the families hurrying to their homes As the sky darkens and freezes Will be gathering around the hearths and tables Giving thanks for all God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus They call him by the 'Prince of Peace' And they call him by 'The Saviour' And they pray to him upon the sea And in every bold endeavor As they fill his churches with their pride and gold And their faith in him increases But they've turned the nature that I worshipped in From a temple to a robber's den In the words of the rebel Jesus We guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should seize us But if any one of us should interfere In the business of why there are poor They get the same as the rebel Jesus But pardon me if I have seemed To take the tone of judgement For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment In this life of hardship and of earthly toil We have need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus.

Hip (Eponymous) Poor Boy

JACK WHITE "Blunderbuss"
Well I get into the game, but it's always the same I'm the man with the name, Hip Eponymous Poor Boy, boy Call me whatever you may, I ain't stoppin' the train I got a pill for the pain, Hip Eponymous Poor Boy, boy And I know that I can't defeat you Yea, you don't worry now, I ain't going to preach to you Well, there you go But I'll be going right there with you Yeah wherever you'll be, you'll be lookin' at me But don't get out of your chair Put a bow in your hair, you might be makin' 'em stare So leave the care to the poor boy, the poor boy And that's the name of the game Keep on stayin' the same, ain't nobody to blame Nobody but the poor boy, the poor boy Well okay, so you feel asleep today What's funny to me though is that you did that yesterday You must think I'm mad To do all the things that I don't need to do But while you're laughin' at me, well I'll be laughin' at you So I get into the game, but always keep it the same And I'll be usin' your name, but they'll be yellin' at me "Poor boy, poor boy" But I'll be happy for you, cause you got nothin' to do And I'll be singin' the blues, walkin' around singin' "Poor boy, poor boy" Sometimes a cold shiver comes over me And it turns me on when the song takes over me But alright, I can't fight if the odds are against me But I can't sit still Because I know that I will And you'll be watching me girl, takin' over the world Let the stripes unfurl, gettin' rich singin' "Poor boy, poor boy" And I'll be comin' to play, I do it every day And the title will stay, Hip Eponymous Poor Boy, poor boy (Yeah)

Orleans Parish Prison

JOHNNY CASH "På Österåker"
Well, have you seen my darkhaired girl? She was set on her love to a hungry world They got her clothes anA the money she took And they wrote her name in the prison books Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl? She's tired and cold and you got the gold She took from a hungry world Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl? Well have seen my green eyed son? He shot a man down with a sawed off gun And they fond him down by the Pontchartrain Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son? I heard him say as you let him away Sorry for what he's done Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son? Well have you missed my brother man? He took a little money with a gun in his hand Know the kids are hungry and the wife ain't well And the daddy's locked up in a prison cell Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man? I know it's sad but he ain't bad He's doing the best he can Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my brother man?

Heart Of The House

ALANIS MORISSETTE "Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie"
you are the original template you are the original exemplary how seen were actually how revered were you (honestly) at the time why pleased with you low maintenance you loved us more than we could've loved you back where was you ally your partner in feminine crime oh mother who's your buddy oh mother who's got your back the heart of the house the heart of the house all hail the goddess! you were 'good ol'' you were 'count on 'er 'til four am' you saw me run from the house in the snow melodramatically oh mother who's your sister oh mother who's your friend the heart of the house the heart of that house all hail the goddess! we left the men and we went for a walk in the gatineaus and talked like women to women would womyn to womyn would 'where did you get that from must've been your father your dad' I got it from you I got it from you do you see yourself in my gipsy garage sale ways in my fits of laughter in my tinkerbell tendencies in my lack of color coordination

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