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Two Vices
04:57
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Two Vices
Wise men say you’ve got to pick two vices,
Don’t be greedy for three,
Little girl you’ve only got one vice,
Make the second one me. Make the second one me!
Some people crazy (and they) gamble all their money away,
Some of ‘em lazy (and they) sit around watching cable news all day,
Some of ‘em honest, some of ‘em slick
Some of ‘em run away, some of ‘em stick,
Underneath it all they’re just tryin’ to get through it,
Don’t try to tell me that they’re aint nothing to it,
That they’re ain’t nothing to it.
Wise men say you’ve got to pick two vices, stick with ‘em till the end,
Some times you’ve got to break their rules,
Sometimes the rules just bend.
Ya you’re Flippin’ through your bible from Gideon’s,
Straddling night and day on the prime meridian,
Don’t try to tell that they’re aint nothing to it,
You’ve got you’re funny little ways of getting through it.
Let me get thought to you,
Let me get through to you
Guitar Solo
I’ll be your lover but I won’t your fool,
I’ll be your steady and your side man too.
Baby, Baby what you want me to do,
I’ve said my prayers and now I’m waiting on you
Flipping through them pages again,
Why won’t you open up them passages and let me in,
I’m a strong man, but I’m spiritual too,
I see an opening I’d like to pass through
Let me get thought to you,
Let me get through to you
Talking about two vices,
I’ve been hanging out with the lot lizards and the gas station gurus, y’all
I’ll be your steady and I won’t be your fool
Momma momma what you want me want me want me want me to do,
I’ll be your, I’ll be your lover but I won’t your fool,
I’ll be your lover but I won’t your fool,
I’ll be your lover but I won’t your fool,
Come on momma what you what want me to do,
Said my prayers and now I’m waiting on you
Be your steady, be your side man too,
I’ll be your lover but I won’t your fool,
You know you need a little something bad in your life,
let it be me, let it be me
let the second one me be me,
pick two vices and make the second one me.
Make the second one me.
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2. |
The Roofer
05:18
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Intro. Buried in the fog, Fourteen feet below the sea,
Warm air like a blanket, Surrounds and comforts me,
No past, No future, Just a moment in the mist,
Tree roots crack the sidewalk, but they hold on to the bricks,
In the middle of the ocean, where the land is still in motion
Where did all my good friends go?
Where the currents of the Midwest meet the Gulf of Mexico,
and The River Meets The Mister Go
A. Oscar was a roofer, Living down in New Orleans,
Buckets full of gravel, Balanced high up on a beam,
He wore cheapo boat shoes, So his feet could feel to grip,
It'd be the first time if he stumbled, And the last time if he tripped.
A. He grew up in the Ninth Ward, 'till old Betsey washed him out,
Found himself in Arkansas, Pickin' berries, down and out,
Surviving on hope, He had his mind set on a dream,
Saving up his money and movin' back to New Orleans.
B. It’s a city built on levees,
It's a city built on dreams,
It's a city full of people that I know,
Where the trannies turn their tricks,
All the children clank drum sticks,
And the sound of trumpets pierce the air,
C. New Orleans is a wave, it's just movin' awfully slow,
You can see it in the angles of the poles,
And it juts out in the ocean where it meets and the Gulf Stream,
And the river meets the Mister Go.
In the middle of the ocean,
Where the land is still in motion,
Where did all my good friends go?
Where the currents from the midwest meet the Gulf on Mexico
and the river meets the Mister Go.
A. Oscar never knew what another day would bring
He just lay down a shingle, and try make that hammer sing
He rose early in the morning, worked till late at night
Stayin' high up on the rooftops seemed to keep him out of fights
B. C.
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3. |
Tell Me The Truth
04:44
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tell me the truth, are you really rootin' for me?
tell me the truth, are you really in my corner?
tell me the truth, do you so what you was hopin' you'd see?
tell me the truth, could I be what your were hoping I'd be?
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell for true,
tell me the truth
tell me the truth and keep your hands where I can see them,
tell me the truth and treat me like a human being,
shine the light upon it bright so I can see,
put it in your pocket baby keep it safe for me,
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell for true,
tell me the truth
give me a strong mind, that I can think
give me a cook glass of water, when I need a drink,
a shot of knowledge to wash away the fears,
sweet little angel, c'mon whisper in me ear,
tell me the truth,
tell me the truth six days a week,
on the seventh day, tell me something sweet,
lust is a set up, love is a ruse,
you've got your reasons, what's your excuse,
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell for true,
tell me the truth
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4. |
Ride Me Down Easy
03:21
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5. |
Next Train
03:50
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Ain’t no sense in just sittin’ by the track, get your money and your ticket in your hand,
You know that you ain’t from around here, so don’t go makin’ no demands,
the next rain would be your best bet outta here,
You know it but you just won’t go,
The next train would be your best bet outta here,
You know it but you just won’t go
Early in the morning on the river bank, you were restin’ you bottle in the sand,
Last night on Decatur street, cuppin’ up the fingers of your hand,
the next rain would be your best bet outta here,
You know it but you just won’t go,
The next train would be your best bet outta here,
You know it but you just won’t go
You just won’t go, no you just won’t go o o,
The Next Train would be your best bet outta here,
you know it but you just won’t go
All along the levy line, I saw you walkin’ with him two by two,
now you’re tellin’ me it wasn’t him, and maybe it wasn’t even you,
refrain
Next train to a whole new destination, and a whole new land,
you tripped in town on your stumblin’ feet, this ain’t the place to make your stand,
refrain
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7. |
Ten Dollar Hat
04:09
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A1. Ten dollar hat,
Ten dollar shoes,
You got an offer the I just can’t refuse,
You go the right stuff baby,
You got the wring stuff too,
A2. Some times you scrape,
Sometimes you soothe,
Treat me old any way that you choose
You’re down right,
but you’re so heavenly too,
B. Throw them big legs over me,
Squeeze me tight as you can
Wrap them two legs over me
Make me know I’m a man
C. Flip them two eggs over
Give me bacon and ham
Toast and coffee and blackberry jam
You’ve got the right stuff baby
You’ve got the wrong stuff too.
C2 (coda) You’ve got the right stuff, right stuff, right stuff
Wrong Stuff
You’ve got the right stuff, right stuff, right stuff
Wrong Stuff
You’ve got the right stuff baby, wrong stuff too
You give me blessings, but you give me the blues,
You’ve got the right stuff baby I know,
You've go the right stuff baby fo sure
You’ve got the right stuff baby, give me the wrong stuff too
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8. |
Stop Sayin' Unless
03:54
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1. Stop Sayin’ Unless, unless you have your way you’re in a horrible mess,
Unless you get to heaven you won’t confess,
Stop Sayin’, Stop Sayin’ unless
2. Stop sayin’ until, until you get your fix or your get your fill,
you’re satiated but you’re suffering still,
Stop sayin’ , stop sayin’ until
3. Stop sayin’ things that your no are untrue,
too many people are depending on you,
stop sayin, things that you know are untrue,
Bridge: Lost your way in the city of sin,
You had a fallin’ out before lookin’ within’
You’re sick of something and your sufferin’ too,
Don’t let your motivation be the end of you
Can’t always get what you want, your can’t always get what you want,
Once you get it you can’t get enough,
You keep on using, until you’re sick of the stuff,
Solo, Bridge,
1. Stop Sayin’ Unless, unless you have your way you’re in a horrible mess,
When it’s not that bad
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9. |
City of New Orleans
05:33
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Riding on The City of New Orleans,
Iliinois Central, Monday morning rail,
fifteen cars, fifteen restless riders,
Three Conductors, twenty four sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey,
The train pulls out of Kankakee
and rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains without no names,
Freight yards full of old black men,
and graveyards of rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
and I'm gone five hundred miles fore the day is done.
Dealin' cards with the old men on the club car,
Penny a point, no ones keeping score,
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,
Feel the rails, rumblin' neath the floor.
And the sons of Coleman porters
and the songs of engineers,
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steam
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Rockin' to the gentle,
The rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America, how are you?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
and I'm gone five hundred miles fore the day is done.
Night time on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee,
Halfway home, we'll be there in the morning ,
Through the Mississippi Darkness,
Rollin' down to sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream,
and the steel rails still aint heard the news,
The Conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain,
This train has got the disapearing railraoad blues
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Ted Hefko and The Thousandaires New Orleans, Louisiana
Ted Hefko & The Thousandaires stir up an intoxicating brew of the profound and the profane, of virtue and vice and most importantly the volatile in-between. Ted’s songs explore hope and hustlers, saints and strays, drifters and the down-and-out. The band brings these stories to life with the spontaneity of jazz, and the rough-hewn, bare-bones tone of backwoods rhythm and bllues. ... more
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