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"Bathroom Tissue Paper Letter"

"Bathroom Tissue Paper Letter"



I drive all day at hauling freight until I get my fill
And after five I'm always found at Dottie's Bar and Grill
I talked with all the local crowd a couple hours more
Then head for home where she is always waiting at the door

When I got home this evening about a half past ten
And found she wasn't waiting so I let myself on in
I headed for the icebox to get myself a beer
And found that little note that said my baby wasn't there

There was a bathroom tissue paper letter hanging on the wall
She said I just can't take no more and you can have it all
I'm taking what good sense I've got and leaving you behind
And you can take this letter and wipe me from your mind
Yeah you can take this letter and wipe me from your mind
 
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"Before The Sunrise"

"Before The Sunrise"



I guess I'd better try again
To straighten up my tie again before I leave
The party's over the laughter's died
There's no one in this room but you and me
Though your lips are honey sweet
And you're so close that I can feel your heartbeat.

Tears would fill somebody's eyes
If we don't make it on before the sunrise
We could make excuses
Play with all, late hours and the wine
Anything we say or do
Won't keep the sunup comin' up on time.

So I guess I'd better turn and go
There's one thing that you should know
Babe you're the one
It's not that I don't want you too
'Cause you know that you could stay until the dawn.
When daylight is breaking when our home whenever day awaken.

Tears would fill somebody's eyes
If we don't make it on before the sunrise
Tears would fill somebody's eyes
If we don't make it on before the sunrise...
 
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"Big Ben Colson"

"Big Ben Colson"



She was young and she was pretty
A victim of a rich man's whim
When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson
And she had a child by him.

Well, he promised her a wedding
That would give their child a name
But she waited at the altar till the sunset
But her Big Ben never came.

But she's not a bad girl
Didn't mean no wrong
She just loved the wrong man
Much too strong.

Now he sits with the dignitaries
And the wealthy ladies all love his charms
While she sits in a lonely shack in Alabama
With his baby in her arms.

But she's not a bad girl
Didn't mean no wrong
She just loved the wrong man
Much too strong...
 
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"Big Dupree"

"Big Dupree"



Hoddy Holly was a cajun in the town that I was raised in
She was something most amazin' to my inexperienced eyes
But the fact was clearly stated she and Big Dupree was mated
And a dreadful fate awaited anyone who touched his bride.

'Cause he said it loud and clear for all the town to hear
And he nailed it up for all the town to see
That the man who puts his hand upon the hand of Hoddy Holly
Will feel the heavy hand of Big Dupree.

But that dangerous situation worked on my imagination
And passin' up temptation ain't the thing that I do best
And you know the way things happened one night Dupree was out trappin'
And I spent the evening nappin' with her head upon my chest.

Then the roar come from a door six foot four maybe more
He stood standin' there and starin' right at me
He said boy you put your hand upon the hand of Hoddy Holly
Now you'll feel the heavy hand of Big Dupree.

Then crazed by ragin' passion he come dashin' smashin' crashin'
And I felt his blade come slashin' through my shrieks and screams and groans
And there just ain't nothin' worse than what he done to my person
And I spend these evenings a cursin' him in slightly higher tones.

'Cause he said it loud and clear for all the town to hear
And he nailed it up for all the town to see
That the man who puts his hand upon the hand of Hoddy Holly
Will feel the heavy hand of Big Dupree.

I felt the heavy hand of Big Dupree. ooh...
 
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"Blind Willie Harper"

"Blind Willie Harper"



On a stone cold night in Memphis Willie Harper came to town
With a blue tick hound at his heels and a dime in his shoe
Uh he could make that guitar sing
You should have heard that pavement ring
When Blind Willie Harper played the blues.

And a-he'd sing hey Jenny, why'd you go and leave me
All alone in the dark this way
Hey Jenny, why'd you go and leave with me
With these blind man dues to pay and these blues to play.

In the scarlet light of Beal Street Willie Harper found a home
A any song you name he don't refuse
Sweet or dirty white or black just drop a nickel in the hat
And hear Blind Willie Harper play the blues.

And a-he'd sing hey Jenny why'd you go and leave me
All alone in the dark this way
Hey Jenny, why'd you go and leave with me
With these blind man dues to pay and these blues to play.

Willie stops in the middle of the song as a love dealin' lady walks by
He says a you smell sweet like someone I once knew
Then he touches her face and some words are said
And a knife blade shines and her blood runs red
Blind Willie walks off singin' the blues.

On a stone cold night in Memphis they took Blind Willie down
They shaved his head took away his shoes
Now from a window of a Beal Street jail cell
Sad as a whipperwill clear as a bell
We heard Blind Willie Harper singin' the blues.

And a-he'd sing hey Jenny why'd you go and leave me
All alone in the dark this way
Hey Jenny, why'd you go and leave with me
With these blind man dues to pay and these blues to play...
 
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"Blowin' In The Wind"

"Blowin' In The Wind"



Mhmmm, hmm, hmm

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you can call him a man
And how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she can sleep in the sand.

And how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry.

And how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free.

And how many times can a man turn his head
Pretendin' he just doesn't see
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind...
 
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"Blue Is In My Lonely Room"

"Blue Is In My Lonely Room"



I sit here and look at you lonely room
It's sad for lovers change their ways
Just like me you miss the love we once knew
She's left me in the world of blue.

Lonely room of too many mem'ries
Lonely room reminds me that she's gone
Blue is my lonely room.

Lonely room of too many mem'ries
Lonely room reminds me that she's gone
Blue is my lonely room.

It's hard to believe that she's really gone
I'm hoping and dreaming too
It seems such a shame that she's gone from me
'Cause my love for her is still true.

Lonely room of too many mem'ries
Lonely room reminds me that she's gone
Blue is my lonely room...
 
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"Boll Weevil"

"Boll Weevil"



Now boll weevil just look like bove
Come on with Mexico
All the way through Texas I’m looking for a home
Looking for a home

Now the first time I see the boll weevil
He’s sitting on the square
Next time I see the boll weevil
Got all his family there

Looking for a home
Looking for a home

Now the farmer say to the weevil
What makes your head so red?
Then walking in his hot sun
It’s a wonder I ain’t late

Looking for a home
Looking for a home

Then the boll weevil told the farmer
You better sell your machine
Cause when I’m through with your cotton house
You can even buy gasoline

Gotta have a home
Gonna be my home

And the farmer take the boll weevil
Put him into red hot sand
The weevil said with mighty heart
But I’ll take it like a man

Be my home
Gonna be my home

And the farmer took the boll weevil
Put him into red hot fire
The weevil said to the farmer
I must say I’m hot

Be my home
Gonna be my home

Then the boll weevil say to the farmer
I’d like to wish you well
The farmer said to the boll weevil
Wish you were in hell

Looking for a home
Looking for a home

Now if anyone happens to ask it
You that was had to sing his song
Tell him a long legged guitar
Pick it with a bad blue duckin long

Looking for a home
I ain’t got no home

I ain’t got no home boss
I ain’t got no home
 
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"Book Of Love"

"Book Of Love"



They say for every boy there's a girl
And she's waitin' somewhere in this world
It's all been planned to someone up above
And I know it's written in the book of love
Written there for all the world to see
Written there to last eternally.

Night and day it's you I'm dreaming of
And I know our names are in that book of love
Now I love you since the day we met
Really love you without a reason or regret
Night and day it's you I'm dreaming of
And I know our names are in that book of love.

Night and day it's you I'm dreaming of
And I know our names are in that book of love.

Yes, I know our names are in that book of love...
 
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"Bottles And Boxes"

"Bottles And Boxes"



Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we'd throw down
He's hump-backed and wrinkled but unlike Van Winkel he doesn't sleep his life away
And he speaks so seldom that some of us wonder just what the old man has to say
Some folks laugh at him but he doesn't notice he goes right on bout his day
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and pieces of life thrown away

Too big and tattered the clothes that he's gathered from boxes thrown into the street
He hides from the rain under store building ownings and stays in a shade in the heat
Sisters and mothers and daddys and brothers he has none as far as I know
Just bottles and boxes they're his little Fort Knoxes
But to us they're just somethin' to throw
Some folks laugh at him...

Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else we'd throw down
 
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