1.Collector
His lonely
Is only
A blank space
In the hallway
On the wallway
Between the hanging
Of paintings
Of lonely
That ain't lonely
At all...
Well...the Art Mob's out tonight
Yeah...the Art Mob's out tonight
Ahhh...you better look good
Yeah...you better act right
'Cause,
The Art Mob's out tonight
(repeat)
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
2.Helena Montana
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Hey he stumbled from some derelicts bar
Throw out his hands and leaned on a car
And pretty soon this girl come up to him
Said, 'Hey, how 'bout some fun now, slim？'
Yeah, he stuck his hand in his pocket
And he pulled out a bill
He said, 'I don't need no fun, little girl
But I sure could use some pills'
'Cause I been broke and I been throw
I been bought and I been sold
And Helena Montana
Beats Hell in a city, gone cold
And Calgary's like Calvary to me
And Ft. Worth, it ain't worth a damn
And Cheyenne, hell, she ain't shy at all
But I'm damned sure gonna take my ride before I fall
Yi, yi, yi, whoppi ti e yi
Yi, yi, yi, whoppi ti e yi e oh
There's a Montana midnight
Under a moonlight, tonight
And a Montana girl in the bed a-waiting
For this tore down old body
That ain't at all, all right
But she knows he'll be back
Sooner or later
'Cause I been broke
And I been throw, I been learned
Damned, I should've knowed
That Helena Montana
Beats hell in a city gone cold
Yi, yi, yi, whoppi ti e yi
Yi, yi, yi, whoppi ti e yi e oh
3.Room to Room
Lyricist：Andrae Crouch, Sandra Crouch
Ah, standin' in the kitchen, lookin' out the window
Wonderin' when she'll come home
You know she's out drinking, you been thinkin'
She gets back, you'll be gone
When she finally comes in
You'll still be there to hear her swear
'Baby, I'm sorry, it'll never ever happen again'
Walkin' the floors, room to room
Yeah, you're standin' in the livin' room
Lookin' out the window, clutchin' a hold of the drapes
Your hands are kinda shakin', feel somethin' breakin'
You must not have what it takes
Oh, when she finally comes in
You'll still be there to hear her swear
'Baby, I'm sorry, it'll never ever happen again'
Walkin' the floors, room to room, room to room
Yeah, you're standin' in the bedroom
Lookin' out the window, peekin' through the blinds
Your stomach's in a knot, takes everything you got
To keep from losin' your mind
Oh, when she finally comes in, guess what？
You'll still be there to hear her swear
'Baby, I'm sorry, it'll never ever happen again'
You hear a car, run to the glass
Press your nose on the pane, watch it pass
And the years go by room to room, room to room
Now, she's in the kitchen, lookin' out the window
You're the one that's gone
You're out drunk as a skunk, she says she'll leave
But she won't 'cause now it's just her turn
And when you finally come in
Well, it's only fair when you hear yourself swear
'Baby, I'm sorry, it'll never ever happen again
Oh baby, I'm sorry, it'll never ever happen again'
Walkin' the floors, room to room, room to room
Room to room, room to room
4.Give Me the Flowers
Lyricist：Elvin Bigger, Louise Certain, Gladys Stacey Flatt
In this world today where we're living
Some folks say the worst of us they can
But when we are dead and in our caskets
They always slip some lilies in our hands
Will you give me my flowers
While I'm livin' and let me enjoy them while I can？
Don't wait 'til I'm ready to be buried
And then slip some lilies in my hand
In this world is where we need our flowers
And a kind word to help us get along
So if you can't give me flowers while I'm livin'
Then please, don't throw them when I'm gone
5.X-Mas on the Isthmus
Lyricist：Terry Allen, Guy Charles Clark
It's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama
We're listless this Christmas
No Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer
No shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Ah, we hung all our stockings
On the palm trees with care
Stayed up all night
Still nothin' there
So we snorted some incense
And shot up some myrrh
Stayed up two more days
Just to make sure
Ah it's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama
It's hopeless, we're dopeless
No Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehem, bethle-her, bethle-you
Bethle-me, mucho
Ah, there's something about X-Mas
That brings me to tears
Snowmen an chestnuts
An roastin' reindeers
That story from the Bible
God's only son
The immaculate injection
Ah, you know the one
Well, they wadn't from around here
They was Judean strangers
So they called up the front desk
'Let me speak to the manger'
There was horses, there was cows
There was sheep, there was pigs
Mary asked Joseph
'Hey who booked this gig？'
Ah, it's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama
We're shiftless, we're giftless
No Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehem, bethle-her, bethle-you
Bethle-me, mucho
6.Little Sandy
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside
A cold wind blows but it's colder inside
You lay in your crib but no lights in your eyes
Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside
Jesus, He came on a hard winter's eve
And spread His dark wings over the breath that you breathe
An He stoled you to glory with Him to reside
Left me forever, little sandy outside
Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside
There's blood on my knees, my heart's open wide
I prayed you not leave me but no lights in your eyes
Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside
Little sandy, little sandy, little sandy outside
7.That Kind of Girl
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Yeah, I know you don't understand this
But I think you have a death wish
Even though I know you do not want to die
Yeah, you just want to fall in love
Be blessed by the Lord above
And get married to a real nice guy
Wear a string of pearls
Wear your mother's pearls
You are just that kind of girl
Yeah, you must have a death wish
But you would never cut your wrists
I know you do not believe in suicide
You just want the perfect home
Full of perfect stuff and be left alone
And never ever have to go outside
Out into the world
Out into the world
You are just that kind of girl
Yeah, you must have a death wish
You look a little anorexic
Though I know you eatin' good healthy food
You do not smoke cigarettes
Do drugs, get drunk or even think of it
And love to do without sex is more true
Yeah, but true to you
True to you？
Or just life in that kind of world
Just life in, you're in that kind of girl
8.Red Bird
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Ho down down
Ho down dee
Red bird dancin'
In custody
Goin' down
New Orleans
Red bird dancin'
An a red bird sing
Red bird sing
Red bird do
New Orleans
An a red bird blue
I been born
An I'm gonna die
Blood red wing
You gonna make me fly
Goin' in
A red bird den
Ain't gonna
Come out again
Ho down down
Ho down dee
Red bird dancin'
In custody
Ho down down
Ho down dee
Red bird dance
A penitentiary
A jailer stoned
An he barred the door
Red bird gone, yeah
To fly no more
Black crow see
Black crow knew
New Orleans is where
The red bird flew
I been born
An I'm gonna die
Blood red wing
You gonna make me cry
Rusty wing
A daed dark thing
Crows too loud now
When the red bird sing
Ho down down
Ho down dee
Red bird dance
A penitentiary
9.Flatland Boogie
Lyricist：Donald Gardner
Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride
Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still
fly
Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight
Some top 40 Shorty's singin' on the radio
And there's cotton fields forever on both sides of the road
It's till the Flatland Boogie but where did the Wolfman go
Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go
But we can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico
Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on
the road
Moonlight's a-fallin', look at that caliche glow
And old coyote's a howlin' doesn't know he's too old
Headlights a shinin' on all we ever need to know
Cross the Llano Estacado, baby's still by my side
Ain't no reason to stop and there ain't no place to hide
You want to Flatland Boogie better flat out come and ride
Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go
But we can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico
Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on
the road
Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on
the road
10.Cantina Carlotta
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Well, I drove down to El Paso on my business
Well, I was just another executive workin' for the bank
When I crossed that border line, I dropped my business
And I wound up for three days in the Juarez tank
Cantina Carlotta, lady after I met you
Well, I knew that I was ready to start somethin' new
So I dropped my Brook Brothers suits and all my fancy painted
ties
Ah, just for one night with Carlotta and her painted eye
When I got out of jail, I went lookin' for Carlotta
Yeah, I needed some more of that sweet affectionada
But at the cantina they told me she's gone to Guadalajara
And when I asked it she'd be back they just said d'nada
Cantina Carlotta, lady after I met you
Well, I knew that I was ready to start somethin' new
So I dropped my Brook Brothers suits and all my fancy painted
ties, oh ties
Just for one night with Carlotta, yeah, one night with Carlotta
Ah, uno noches Carlotta and her painted eye
11.Wilderness of This World
Lyricist：David Byrne, Terry Allen
There's an old shoe out on the highway
That tells us of the wilderness of this world
And an old dirt floor moves under me and you
It tells us of the wilderness of this world
And the moon falls down on a highway
And that highway crawls 'cross the desert below
Like a sad song, you can't stop dancin' to
That tells us of the wilderness of this world
And the desert falls down to the ocean
And that motion is all we'll ever know
It just keeps on spinnin', this bunch of dancin' fools
They run crazy across the wilderness of this world
They run crazy across the wilderness of this world
There's an old shoe out on the highway
12.Crisis Site 13
Lyricist：Claude Debussy
I'm 13 years old, I hate your guts
And I got a zip gun, I got a reefer
I've been screwing since I was 9
And I can make you or break you with charm
I steal bubble gum, I steal cigarettes
And I can kill you and never go to jail
Just be circumcised, analyzed, sodomized
By some adult judge that will save me
'Cause I'm young, I'm 13 and I'm cute
And it's your fault, society's fault
School's fault, church's fault
Government's fault, folk's fault
And fucking naked girls fault too
It's the end of the family
It's the end of the world
I'm 13 and I'm in love
And I hope you die
I'm 13 and I'm in love
And I hope you die
13.Whatever Happened to Jesus
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Tell me whatever happened to Jesus
Ah, where did that good old boy go？
Did you leave him behind back in Texas
Or did he just hide in the devil's disguise？
Somewhere in your soul and tell me whatever happened to Mary
Whatever happened to her sweet dreams
Did she leave them behind with her childhood
Or just trade 'em in on a tube of Maybellene？
Maybellene, why can't you be true？
Yeah, Maybellene, why can't you be true？
You done started back doin' them thangs you used to do
You done started back doin' them thangs you used to do
14.Manhattan Bluebird
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Well, if you never let them tight pants
Have a chance to hug your hips
Manhattan bluebird
Girl, you never flown
And if you never read your name
Carved in leather with your fingertips
Manhattan bluebird
Girl, you done yourself wrong
And if you never let that honky-tonk
Juke box, sing for you
Manhattan bluebird
Girl, you missed your song
Girl, you missed your song
15.Gimme a Ride to Heaven Boy
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Well, I was caught up with myself
On the highway at night
Drivin' like a bat outta hell
When I beheld an amazing sight
It was a lonely apparition
By the roadside, standing there
With his thumb out in the wilderness
And a halo in his hair
He said, 'Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll show you paradise
Yeah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
My name is Jesus Christ'
So, I come screeching to a halt
I said, 'Hop on in'
He says, 'Thanks a lot for the lift
I forgive you of your sins'
'Yeah, I just come from Jerusalem
Where things are going bad
Ah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
I need to talk to my dad'
He said 'Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll show you paradise
Yeah gimme a ride to heaven boy
My name is Jesus Christ'
So I come screeching to a halt
I said, 'Hop on in'
He says, 'Thanks a lot for the lift
I forgive you of your sins'
'Yeah I just come from Jerusalem
Where things are going bad
Ah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
I need to talk to my dad'
Well, I didn't know what to do
So I jammed her down in gear
Kinda kicked my feet beneath the seat
I was trying to hide the beer
Ah, but he just grinned and said, 'My friend
I know you must think it's odd
But you got nothin' to fear about drinkin' a beer
If you share it with the Son of God'
He said, 'Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll show you paradise
Yeah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
My name is Jesus Christ'
So I come screeching to a halt
I said, 'Hop on in'
He says, 'Thanks a lot for the lift
I forgive you of your sins'
'Yeah I just come from Jerusalem
Where things are going bad
Ah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
I need to talk to my dad'
Well I saw good news in his baby blues
So I stomped it on the floor
I said, 'You have to show me how to get there
I ain't been before'
'Well it a hard place to find' he said
'But I'll give you a little clue
It ain't somewhere up in the air
Its sittin' right here inside with you'
Then right in the middle of that perfect smile
From his robes he pulled a gun
An stuck it up beside my head and said
'How's this for Kingdom come？'
Well I pulled off scared but I heard him say
As he left me beneath the stars
'The Lord moves in mysterious ways
He said, 'Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll show you paradise
Yeah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
My name is Jesus Christ'
So I come screeching to a halt
I said, 'Hop on in'
He says, 'Thanks a lot for the lift
I forgive you of your sins'
'Yeah, I just come from Jerusalem
Where things are going bad
Ah, gimme a ride to heaven boy
I need to talk to my dad'
16.Roll Truck Roll
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Yeah, roll truck roll
Yeah, roll truck roll
Better get on down the highway
You better get on down the road
Yeah, I work for a trucking company
And my forearms big as beef
If it wasn't for the highway
My family'd be on relief
Yeah, roll truck roll
Yeah, roll truck roll
Better get on down the highway
You better get on down the road
Yeah, lonely heart wreck hitch hike truck stop
Ah, sad cafe where the people never care
Yeah, you think you ordered a big hot beef sandwich
But you're the one that's gonna get eatin' in there
Yeah, roll truck roll
Yeah, roll truck roll
Better get on down the highway
You better get on down the road
Yeah, the waitress smile is like some witch's womb
(Woo)
An her black dress moves like water through the room
An flowers die, twisted across your table
An the menu reads like a tattoo on your tomb
Yeah, roll truck roll
Yeah, roll truck roll
Better get on down the highway
You better get on down the road
17.After the Fall
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Hey, remember all those psychedelic nights
When your head come loose and floated into the lights
And all them girls without any tops at all
Down in the dirt after the fall
And remember how all the fantasies worked
Little flags in front of the tract homes by the church
It's a wonder any thing's left to hurt at all
Down in the dirt after the fall
And remember the flower children and their shit-eating grins
Wearing buckskin building tepees trying to be Indians
An remember the reservation with the drunks against the wall
Peddling turquoise to the tourists
Down in the dirt, after the fall
Hey, remember the Holy Road running red
With blood from the mouths of mystics when they said
'Let's eat flesh from the knees of Jesus while He crawls'
Down in the dirt, after the fall
Yeah, remember the Christian soldiers armed to the teeth beneath
the stars
Watching the jungle burn from beside their armored cars
We saw it all on TV while we ate just what we saw
So we two could partake in history without our names on the wall
Or down in the dirt, after the fall
Hey, remember all those psychedelic nights
When your head come loose and floated into the lights
And all them girls without any tops at all
Down in the dirt, after the fall, after the fall
18.Buck Naked
Lyricist：Byrne David
Running naked down the state highway
Runnin naked in the middle of the day
Runnin naked like a tom cat's behind
Runnin naked but the cat don't seem to mind
Give me your heart
I give you mine first
Give me your time
I give you my trust
Buck naked now
Like when I was born, baby
When will we find out
Why does it take so long？
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
In the eyes of the Lord
Running naked like the day when I was born
They're all naked in the land where I come from
I've a long, long way from the great high plains now
We're all naked if you turn us the inside out
Buck naked now
We ain't got no clothes
Bare assed for sure
In the eyes of God
Naked in my heart
Naked in my soul
Well, how does it feel
Anybody know？
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
In the eyes of the Lord
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
In the eyes of the Lord
19.Bloodlines
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Oh my mother
She is a mountain
And her breast
It touch the sky
And my father
He is a river
Running through her
Sweet bye and bye
And my sister
She is a songbird
And she's singing in her flight
And my brother
He is a moonbeam
Failing on her in the night
There is a river
Run through the mountains
Under moonlight
Hear the song
Of the bloodlines
Gone long before me
And ever after
Moving on
Ever after
Moving on
20.Night Cafe
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Yeah, the truck drivin' man
He gonna understand
When he pulls into the night cafe
He gonna walk right in
Where there's too many men
Wantin' hamburgers right away
When he finally finds a booth
He calls to waitress Ruth, he says
'Gimme the special, ah, the day', hot beef
Yeah, but Ruth gets goosed
At the opposite booth
An' she runs off the other way
But he don't care â~cause
That old jukebox is playing his love song
An the coffee is hot in the cup
And there's a light in the night that spells cafe
Where the big trucks are all pullin' up
Yeah, truck drivin' man
He got a mouth full of sin
But his heart looks the other way
An though they hot-eye Ruth
Well, they know the truth is
Sweet gal down the way
So they cuss an' they grin
They fill their thermos again
And they listen to the music play
They got a heavy load
Waitin' out on the road
An' a home still two days away
But they can wait for it â~cause
That old jukebox is playing his love song
An the coffee is hot in the cup
And there's a light in the night that spells cafe
Where the big trucks are all pullin' up
Yeah, the truck drivin' man
He gonna understand
When he leaves that night cafe
He gonna dance a jig out beside his rig
Just to shake the cold away
He gonna slam the door
An' let the diesel roar
Down the dark highway
But he has no fears
While he's shiftin' gears
To that next night cafe
â~Cause he knows glowin' there
Like a diamond in the tar pit
That old jukebox is playing his love song
An the coffee is hot in the cup
And there's a light in the night that spells cafe
Where the big trucks are all pullin' up
21.Gone to Texas
Lyricist：James Klein, Peggy Sendars
Hey I don't need no chicken shit
Business man tellin' me what to do
Even if you ain't got no business
Same thing goes for you
I don't need no sweet faced woman
Goin' sour mouthed on me
If I work like a dog night an' day
To give her a hundred time more than she needs
Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All I need is the ride
You say it ain't no different any other place to go
Well you ain't been with me or you don't really know
It's just the feel of the deal from behind the wheel
That'll make me need to go
Well I don't need no stinky pinky
Sing to me about the common man
Some cowboy fake who think all it takes
Is a hat on his head and a Grammy in his hand
An' I don't need no weekend warrior
Out there protectin' me
If he's dumb with a gun as he is with his tongue
When he's shootin' off on TV
Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All I need is the ride
You say it ain't no different any other place to go
Well you must be a Yankee or your just kinda slow
'Cause it's just the feel of the deal from behind the wheel
Makes you need these Texas roads
Well I don't need no dime a dozen
Ah New Age way to live
An' I don't need no two bit preacher
Condemn me because I don't give him my
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
I don't need no Soldier Boy
Fightin' no war for me
You can burn the flag an' melt the statue
Gonna live my liberties
'Cause I'm gone to Texas baby
Might go straight on to the moon
Gone to Texas baby
Can't get enough too soon
Say Texas ain't no different
Goin' straight to Hell can be
Hey you must be a critic
Are you too blind to see？
It's just the feel of the deal from behind the wheel
Gonna heel the hell out of me
Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
Gone to Texas
All I need is the ride
22.Galleria Dele Armi
Lyricist：Antonio Hardy
During the time of the Second World War
A small town in Italy, death came aboard
Train number 8017, it wasn't strafing of bombing
Clandestine de-railings, it was just some bad coal
The stockyard was selling
Climb aboard everybody
To Galleria dele Armi
Train 8017 to hell or to heaven
Train 8017 climb aboard
All the allied forces shut down the town
Made rich men and poor men, the same poor
So they hid in the night shivered 'til the 8017 came
Their families were starving in the village of Bovano
They had to break the rules just to try to find food
Climb aboard everybody
To Galleria dele Armi
Train 8017 to hell of to heaven
Train 8017 climb aboard
Just through the mountains is Galleria dele Armi
A rich valley so fertile and full
And only one train can get there
There's only one tunnel to pass through
But the train it stopped in the middle of the tunnel
And smoke from bad coal turned black
The 500 from Bovano who hungered
But died before they got through
Climb aboard everybody
To Galleria dele Armi
Train 8017
Train 8017 climb aboard
During the time of the Second World War
A small town in Italy, death came aboard
23.Oh Hally Lou
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Washed in the blood
Washed in the blood
Washed in the blood
Blood of the lamb
Does Jesus love you？
Does Jesus love you？
Does Jesus love you？
Oh Hally Lou
Oh Hally Lou
Oh Hally Lou
Does Jesus love you？
Washed in the blood
Washed In the blood
Washed in the blood
Does Jesus love you？
Does Jesus love you？
Does Jesus love you？
Does Jesus love you？
Oh Hally Lou
Oh Hally Lou
Oh Hally Lou
Oh Hally Lou
Does Jesus love you？
Does Jesus love you？
24.Southern Comfort
Lyricist：Terry Allen
When Jesus saves the world
Where will you be？
Out on the lonesome plains of Texas
Or the shores of the Galilee
When Jesus saves the world
Which He will surely do
It don't matter where you are
He's gonna bring His wrath on you
Ah um, Mississippi
Ah um, Alabama
Ah um, Louisiana
Ah um, Nashville, Tennessee
When Jesus saves the world
And tallies up the toll
Forever one He sends to Glory
Be a billion burn below
When Jesus saves the world
He'll be looking right straight at you
An' ever sin you ever did
Gonna stick out clear and true
Ah um, Carolinas
Ah um, Atlanta Georgia
Ah um, Miami Florida
Ah um, New Orleans
When Jesus saves the world
You're either on or off the track
There ain't no reincarnation
You won't be comin' back
When Jesus saves the world
Your loved ones will be gone
You'll have to face his awful judgment
Stark naked all alone
Ah um, oh Virginia
Ah um, Oklahoma
Ah um, Arkansas
Ah um, Abilene
When Jesus saves the world
All time will stop with sin
And nothin' will be mysterious
It'll all just be the end
When Jesus saves the world
He will kill it too
And the righteous will rise to Glory
What a comfort to me and you
Ah um
25.Great Joe Bob
Lyricist：Terry Allen
He was a panhandle prince
Schoolboy football king
I told him 'Hi' in the halls
'Cause he could run them balls
But it was rumored down deep he was mean
He dated high tone girls
With frosty pom pom curls
But he never gave out his ring
He was the best of the best
He met the gridiron test
An there ain't nothin'
As American and clean
He was the pride of the backfield
Ah, the hero of his day
Yeah, he carried the ball for the red and blue
They won District Triple-A
And his name made all the papers
As the best they'd ever had
Yeah, so nobody understood it
When the great Joe Bob went bad
First he lost his scholarship
To Texas Tech
For drinking during training
An' breaking the coach's neck
Then he got suspended
Ah, for acting obscene
Around the cum laudy, cum laudy
Daughter of the Dean
So he took up with a waitress
Named Loose Ruby Cole
While she was a hoppin' tables
Down at the Hi D Ho
And he met her on the sly
When her daddy weren't around
Ah, but he stopped making yardage
When he started messin' 'round
He was the pride of the backfield
Ah, the hero of his day
Yeah, he carried the ball for the red and blue
They won District Triple-A
And his name made all the papers
As the best they'd ever had
Yeah, so nobody understood it
When the Great Joe Bob went bad
Yeah, it spread like a country wildfire
That something big had gone all strange
Joe Bob the greatest halfback
Was acting half deranged
He'd been seen out with this woman
Gettin' drunk and havin' fun
Yeah, he growed his hair, then give up prayer
And said, 'Football days is done'
Then he and old Loose Ruby
Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store
And had a run in with the law
When they's runnin' out the door
And Joe Bob's fate was sealed
For the next century
Yeah, he traded in the pigskin
For the penitentiary
He was the pride of the backfield
Ah, the hero of his day
Yeah, he carried the ball for the red and blue
And his name made all the papers
As the best they'd ever had
Yeah, so nobody understood it and nobody comprehended
When the great Joe Bob went bad
26.Cortez Sail
Lyricist：Terry Allen
See how the rain falls from the sky
Drifting down
From your high mountain's eye
But don't look surprised, you're going home
Yeah you're leaving L.A.
On a cloudy day
Pushing the crowd away
You gonna get away today
An you turn on your radio
An let the wind blow
With your Rock 'n' roll
Down the highway, all the way
Ah but see how the lightning
Makes cracks in your air
Tearing the clouds then closing the tear
Yeah but you're not surprised anymore
You're going home to Mexico
Four hundred years ago
Down in Mexico
The Spanish galleons drew near
And the Aztec warriors watched
From their mountain sides
Yeah the fear in their eyes
As clear as their end it was near
Yeah, Cortez, he come
With his men and his guns
And a Spanish Christ alive on his lip
But as soon as he touched ground
Well his men wanted to turn around
So he burned down the turn around ships
Yeah he crossed all that water
With his cannon and fodder
If need be to slaughter
For Gods and for gold
An he wouldn't let no man
Talk him in to being anything other than
Conquistador bold, yeah, Pachuco to paradise
Yeah a Colorado rain
Falls on your California glass
Washing away the hardline
From your California past
Ah but you're not surprised anymore
You're going home
'Cause just out of Cortez
Well the radio man says
That they's a lookin' for you
They gonna get you
But your guns on your map
And they're both in your lap
Besides your chic's with you
So you gonna get through
Ah but see how the lightning
Makes cracks in your air
Tearing the clouds then closin' the tear
Yeah but you're not surprised anymore
You're going home to paradise
27.What of Alicia
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Well, he just turned 17 when he left old Abilene
With his bags and permission from the kin
Yeah but things just weren't the same after his momma
Signed her name and let the navy take him in
Ah but what of Alicia Espanola？
13 years old, child of Mexico
And he just turned 19 years when he learned to
Face his fears of growing up and acting like a man
He just cocked his sailor cap, stuck his hands down in his lap
Leaned back and stroked them girls in Japan
Ah but what of Alicia Espanola？
15 years old, girl of Mexico
And he just turned 23 when he finally took his final leave
Anchored in the port of San Diego
Yeah, he met this border girl and he fancied her body's curl
So he married her, then carried her to Colorado
Ah but what of Alicia Espanola
19 years old, an old woman but out of Mexico
28.Back to Black
Lyricist：Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson
Every night the same light shines
From your eyes and back to mine
With a vision of the love
We thought was true
But the darkness of the world out there
Surrounds the love we thought we shared
And it all fades back to black
'Tween me and you
But me and you were not to blame
Love always returns from where it came
Back to black and in the end
It's all the same
Now the darkness has slipped inside
But neither one of us can hide
Though you act for me
Just like I act for you
But when out two fates did cross
We should have both guessed the cost
That it all fades back to black
And nothing's new
But me and you were not to blame
Love always returns from where it came
Back to black and in the end
It's all the same
So if some mirror up on the wall
Reflected the love that we once saw
We could stand there forever
And never move
But love's picture in the glass
Fades away, it never lasts
It just all fades back to black
And nothing's true
But me and you were not to blame
Love always returns from where it came
Back to black and in the end
It's all the same
Back to black for me and you
Is back to blue
29.Texas Tears
Lyricist：Terry Allen
I been wrong for so long, accusing you of wrongness
But tonight you broke and you made me right
'Cause I just saw you inside this Texas tavern
By his side, smiling smiles, I never seen
So, I just straightened up and walked in on that bar room
Just as you reached out and kissed his curling mouth
But when you saw me your eyes died
Somewhere deep inside you, it tore me down
I turned around and ran back on out
With Texas tears failing down
Washing my life right out on the ground
Texas tears they're falling down
Running out on you running around
I went home all alone
Sit down by the telephone
When it rang I knew it was you
Was on the line
You said, 'Baby, please don't mistake
What you seen for a backstreet date
Now, I was just havin' a drink
With a friend of mine'
I said, 'Damn you, you lyin' Texas woman
You got the lips of an angel
But the devil, he's suckin' your tongue
Yeah, damn you, you lyin' Texas woman
Me an you an that devil too, just done had our run'
With Texas tears failing down
Washing my life right out on the ground
Texas tears they're falling down
Running out on you running around
30.Peggy Legg
Lyricist：Terry Allen
There's a one legged woman on the dance floor
And that one leg's so pretty she don't need no more
She got a graceful demeanor ah, pure ballerina with a beautiful
heart
Who gives a damn if she's one leg short？
'Cause if you knew Peggy Legg
You'd be down at her knee and beg and beg
For her to just give you some time a day
But she'd just blow you a kiss, boy
'And twirl's a twirl', this is all she'd say
'We all got missing parts right from the start we got to live
with
But all our body can do is just stumble on through what God
gives to it
All you need is your heart and just enough of a brain
To get your half ass in out of the rain'
Now that one legged woman's on the bandstand
She sings a full bodied song about a one legged man
She kinda jiggles her thigh when she sings of this guy
And the perfect balance of life
'Bout how all he's got left is just what she's got right
And if you knew Peggy Legg
You'd be down at her knee and beg and beg
For her to just give you some time a day
But she'd just blow you a kiss, boy
'Twirl's a twirl', this is all she'd say
'We all got missing parts right from the start we got to live
with
But all our body can do is just stumble on through what God
gives to it
All you need is your heart and just enough of a brain
To get your half ass in out of the rain'
If you knew Peggy Legg
You'd be down at her knee and beg and beg
For her to just give you some time a day
But she'd just blow you a kiss, boy
And twirl's a twirl, blows you away
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