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JERRY REED lyrics - The Unbelievable Guitar And Voice

Guitar Man

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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note, By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat, I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA, For the next three weeks I went hauntin' them nightclubs, Just lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started checkin' out some o' them all night bars, Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track, Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's, A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in, I showed 'em what a band would sound like, With a swingin' little guitar man. Show 'em, son If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, Find yourself down around Mobile, Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill, Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind up out on his dance floor, Diggin' the finest little five-piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.

Fan Club

Damned
Well I'm craving for a cigarette Hey give me a light Feeling kind of thirsty Give me something that bites Sure been hanging 'round here For much too long All you crazy people waiting for my song I said Well here I am I'm just another one night stand Anyway I don't know why I'm sad For my fan club Waiting for an autograph Well you must be mad Standing in the pissing rain Must be a drag If that's what you wanna do I won't say no If you wanna see more of me See me after the show I said Well here I am I'm just another one night stand Anyway I don't know why I'm sad For my fan club (Instrumental Break) Well you send me pretty flowers While I'm slashing my wrists Read those little letters Through my smashed out mists The dream I shock you Is my nightmare I'm the freak that's on display So stand and stare I said Well here I am I'm just another one night stand Anyway I don't know why I'm sad For my fan club

The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing

FRANK ZAPPA "You Are What You Is"
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Some take the bible For what it's worth When it says that the meek Shall inherit the Earth Well, I heard that some sheik Has bought New Jersey last week 'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin' Is Hare Rama really wrong If you wander around With a napkin on With a bell on a stick An' your hair is all gone... (The geek shall inherit nothin') You say yer life's a bum deal 'N yer up against the wall... Well, people, you ain't even got no Deal at all 'Cause what they do In Washington They just takes care of NUMBER ONE An' NUMBER ONE ain't YOU You ain't even NUMBER TWO Those Jesus Freaks Well, they're friendly but The shit they believe Has got their minds all shut An' they don't even care When the church takes a cut Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin' (So whaddya do) Eat that pork Eat that ham Laugh till ya choke On Billy Graham Moses, Aaron 'n Abraham... They're all a waste of time 'N it's yer ass that's on the line (IT'S YER ASS THAT'S ON THE LINE) Do what you wanna Do what you will Just don't mess up Your neighbor's thrill 'N when you pay the bill Kindly leave a little tip And help the next poor sucker On his one way trip... SOME TAKE THE BIBLE... (Aw gimme half a dozen for the hotel room!)

Nine Times A Night

LLOYD
NINE TIMES A NIGHT A handsome young sailor to London came down He'd been paid off his ship in old Liverpool town They asked him his name and he answered them, Quite I belong to a family called nine times a night Well a handsome young widow who still wore her weeds Her husband had left her his money and deeds Resolved she was on her conjugal rights And to soften her sorrows with nine times a night So she's called to her serving maids Ann and Amelia To keep a watch out for this wonderful sailor And if ever he happened to chance in their sight To bring her fond tidings of nine times a night She was favored by fortune the very next day These two giggling saw him coming their way They've rushed up the stairs full of amorous delight Crying, There comes that sailor with his nine times a night She's jumped out of bed and she's pulled on her clothes And straight to the hall door like lightening she goes She's looked him once over and gave him a smack And the bargain was struck: no more sailing for Jack The wedding was over, the bride tolled the bell Jack trimmed her sails five times and that pleased her well She vowed to herself she was satisfied quite But she still gives sly hints about nine times a night Says Jack, My dear bride, you mistook me quite wrong I said to that family I did belong Nine times a night's a bit hard for a man I couldn't do it myself, but me sister she can recorded by Frankie Armstrong who learned it from AL Lloyd filename[ NINETIME SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

Wishing Well

THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT "The Airborne Toxic Event"
Standing on a bus stop Feeling your head pop Out in the night In the kind of night Where you want to be out On the street, on the street Crawling up the walls Like a cat in heat And the air is thin And it blows through your skin And you feel like something Is about to begin But you don't know what And you don't know when So you tear at your hair And you scratch at your skin You wanna run away, run away Just get on the fucking train and leave today And it doesn't matter where you spend the night You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight Or caught in your room in a concrete shell Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed In a wishing well, a wishing well A wishing well, a wishing well Well you're tossed in the air And you fell and you fell Through the dark blue waters Where you cast your spell Like you were just a wish that could turn out well So you stand on the corner Where the angels sit And you think to yourself, "This is it, this is it This is all that I have All I can stand Is this air in my lungs And this coin in my hand That you tossed in the air And I fell, and I fell All the way to the bottom Of the well, of the well." Like those soft little secrets That you tell, that you tell To yourself when you think No one's listening too well And the walls spin And you're paper-thin From the haze of the smoke And the mescaline The sweat of your brow Under unmade sheets In your ear with the noise From the darkened streets Where you ran far and wide You screamed, you cried You thought suicide was an alibi But you were always a mess You were always aloof Yeah, it's awful, I guess But it's the awful truth It was true from the first To the last words that she read And she emerged from the dark Like a ghost in my head She said, "I haven't forgot Any words that you said I just stare at the clocks And I cry in my sleep And I tear up your letters And I burn them in heaps And I gather the ashes In that hole in the ground Where we fell"

Realestate

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 4.5: The Worst Is Yet To Come"
Yea... Joey... It's that on top muzik! Yea, wait a minute! [Verse 1:] Yo, I left the jumpsuit on a park bench Slept there, smellin like the park stench Freezin, covered with a dark trench That room, more like the Kryptonite to my Clark Kent Tired of all the IQ tests, and all the arguments Nurses light the candles with the calm scents I ain't been calm since, they actin like I ain't got any common sense Too much time spent for a godsend So I left on my own reconnaissance, handful of Klonopins Lookin for a car jack vict', preferably dark tints Seems you got to eat to get even and my odds slim They say I'm a animal, cannibal, hannibal Lookin at my past I see how that's understandable So you god damn right I'm unmanageable Everything I'm lookin at is a fuckin intangible Got me thinking that I'm really a skits Maybe that room didn't really exist, cause I left, but... [Hook:] These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin The floor starts droppin and my eyes get heavy Then ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run But my feet won't move then my body gets numb And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel Will somebody tell me this ain't real?! Realestate [Verse 2:] My reality is reality They reality is all perception In my reality that's an infection My reality don't want no part of that detection So I pick it up and move it to another section They reality you would think is full of perfection Correction, they reality is all deception In reality only few will make that connection But if you like me you know not to take that direction If reality is dead, I'm the resurrection Nominate myself so let's skip over the election They'll say I'm the wrong selection Don't meet they expectance But I ain't lookin for motherfuckin acceptance Fuck y'all expect shit, the mud on ya white glove Reality is full of rules, I'm full of objections They reality is a big misconception So I left just to lose my recollection! But still... Realestate [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yo, they say money makes the world go 'round But it really doesn't Did I think I was in a room, when I really wasn't? I thought I was on the move, wasn't really budging But you ain't never wore my shoes, who you really judging Some people are so judgmental, I'll allow that You can judge anything but my mental He don't know what I been thru From results of the pencil, cuts from being resentful Don't cover much of the stencil When I couldn't walk, they ain't have a crutch to lend dude So I say what I feel, fuck if I offend you! Some fail, maybe some of succeeded Some need to be wanted, some wanna be needed I scream and yell; They don't hear my call And it seems much as I fell, don't know where I fall Not at all, I'm just actin out fate But ain't much change since I escaped... All I know is! [Hook]

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