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10. | Fiery Emblems (instrumental) |
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by M. Cerf/K. Fowley
I am wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted everywhere
I've got to survive
They say I am a violent man
Only trying to do the best I can
Dig it?
I am wanted dead or alive
Fifteen states I've got to survive
I am wanted dead or alive
I'm a new kind of man
I've got to survive
Running a long way
I am wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted everywhere
I've got to survive
Now all I'm trying to do
Is find a peaceful place
But they say I have an outlaw face
My lord, I have an outlaw's face
I have an outlaw's face
They say I have an outlaw's face
My, my, yes I have an outlaw's face
I have an outlaw's face
I have an outlaw's face
Oh my lord, I have an outlaw's face
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by Warren Zevon
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me . . yeah
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me, yes, yes, yeah
I just had my crankcase greased, mama
My natural motor won't give out on me
Hey, come on baby
I'm gonna ride you slow and easy
Any way to make it last . . .
yeah I'm gonna ride you slow and easy
Any way to make it last . . . yeah
Oh, when the riding gets good, mama
I'll have to shake my head, yes, yes
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(featured in the film Midnight Cowboy)
written by Warren Zevon
It wasn't the queen of diamonds that I drew first
Instead I got the ace of spades reversed
She quit me
She up and quit me, man--yeah
She quit me
She up and she quit me
It wasn't because I didn't treat her right--no
When dawn had drawn the curtains of the night
She quit me
She up and she quit me, man
She quit me
She up and quit me--yeah
It wasn't because I didn't treat her kind
I wonder who put leaving on her mind
She quit me
She up and she quit me, man
She quit me
She up and quit me--yeah
It wasn't because I couldn't satisfy--no
Now where'd she get the nerve to say goodbye
Oh, she quit me
She up and quit me, man--oh, yeah
She quit me
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by Warren Zevon
My baby's sweeter
Lord, she's sweeter than apple butter
My baby's sweeter
You know, she's sweeter than apple butter
She's lonely tonight
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written by Warren Zevon
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, twisted again
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Well, I take this medicine as prescribed
I'll sleep when I'm dead
It don't matter if I get a little tired
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I've got a .38 special up on the shelf
I'll sleep when I'm dead
If I start acting stupid
I'll shoot myself
I'll sleep when I'm dead
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
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written by Warren Zevon
I was born down in Corpus Christi
With a dram glass in my hand
When I was just 15, I got a job playing rhythm
With a Nashville Shaketown band
I've been playing the blues so long
I've been paying my dues so long
I've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and the rain
I've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again . . . yeah
Now the last time I saw my sweet old mama,
Her eyesight was looking dim
And the last I saw of my dear old daddy,
His horse was aridin' him . . . yes he was
They've been singing the blues so long
They've been singing such a sad, sad song
They've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and rain
They've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again . . . yeah
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and the rain
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By Warren Zevon
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping
Here behind my hand
It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert
Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes
You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang
In the heart of the hillside
It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope
Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor
With the sun behind my hair
My music filled the air with symbols and lightning
Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?
My hair is growing dark
And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing
It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving
'Cross the deep salt sea
Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you
It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
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written by Warren Zevon and P. Evans
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Well, I found her in a dance hall in Laredo
And she told me that she wanted only me
And I held her in my arms the way I used to
But when morning came she begged me to set her free
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Well. I tried and tried to ride away and leave her
With my head hung low, teardrops filled my eye
I rode back to town and found her with a drifter
And I knew right then Ramona had to die
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Well, I'm writing you this letter from Laredo
And tonight I'll ride across the Rio Grande
If I never live to see another sunrise
You know, I loved her
Ma, I hope you understand
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
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written by Warren Zevon
Jungle telephone
Ding a dong ding ding _____ with a red mud
Ching a chong ching ching
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Great white hunter
He shoot gun gun
Country boy baboon
Him go run run
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
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