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FRANK MOREY: COLD IN HAND

BLAME IT ON THE DEVIL

She lived six stories up in a cold water flat
I lost a full fifth of whiskey off a two gallon hat
It ain’t bad livin’ -IF you’re a cotton mill rat
There’s only one reason a boy be sweat’n like that
Blame it on the devil ‘til we get the church to make it alright
 
Throw a cover on the virgin
Turn the good lord around
Put Coletrane on the table and the lights way, way down
Hush my lover now don’t make a sound
We got four good hours before the sun turns around
Blame it on the devil ‘til we get the church to make it alright

Now confession is a convenient thing
A couple “Hail Mary’s” and a few “Our Fathers” aloud
Now preacher I swear I’m gonna buy that girl a diamond ring
But the good lord knows I ain’t got that kind of scratch right now
Blame it on the devil ‘til we get the church to make it alright

Got to run down to the station
Got to catch me a train
Gonna be a long while before I see that lady again
Loving her is easy, lord it can’t be a sin
She loves me no matter what trouble I get in
Blame it on the devil ‘til we get the church to make it alright 

GOIN’ DOWN KICKIN'

I’m going down kickin’
And I’m gonna step on everybody on my way down
I’m gonna scratch out an eyeball leave it in the lost and the found
I’m gonna bite off an earlobe -spit it to the sky
And I’m gonna rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light

Well the lord won’t take me and he devil can’t make me
DT’s couldn’t shake me and my heart couldn’t break me

Chorus/1^st Verse

Heard how they got to the Sandman
Stepped up behind him on an Italian bandstand
They got the professor, too
They got the professor, too

Chorus/1^st Verse 

LUCI

Well she’s red on the head
Fire ball in bed
Take a man’s soul and leave him for dead
Oh, Luci call my name no more

You’ll be a pint before you're legless
She arrives at the saloon
It’s usually on a Sunday, always a crazy moon
Oh Luci, call my name no more

I know you’re the devil woman
My soul been spoken for
I’ve seen your different faces
I’ve seen your different sizes
Seen you in liquid gold
Seen you in powder white
Seen you running with different crowds
Standing on different stages
And I hear you howling my name at night

Woo Luci, call my name no more
I know you’re a devil, woman
My soul's been spoken for
Well she tattooed her horns about an inch above her eyes
She got 666 on her inner thigh
Oh Luci, call my name no more
I got a letter from heaven
A cross on my arm
She got a lock of my hair
And a hoodoo charm
Oh Luci, call my name no more
 know you’re a devil, woman
My soul been spoken for
Oh Luci, call my name no more I know your a Devil, woman
My soul's been spoken for
Call my name no more
Call my name no more
Call my name no more
 

SLICK AND MARYLOU

"This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine"
Shine on, shine on, shine on

Slick was always kind of punch drunk
Is a prize fighter in his former year
Back alley brawls for beer and broads
But mostly for the fun of it

Marylou was over-friendly, according to her daddy and her man
She could raise a man’s spirit with the slide of her hand
She met Slick at a hot dog stand

Slick was a break mechanic for Boston’s MTA
He worked five to three 6 days a week
And he never saved a nickel’s pay

Marylou was a waitress in a Somerville boxcar diner
Until Slick came in for a kiss, grits and the promise of a future finer
They took off for the moon in a Cadillac Coupe Deville

Slick he loved casino’s – black jack and roulette
He’d get hard little titties in Atlantic City
And he never turned down a bet

Marylou loved the ocean and marijuana cigarettes
She thought Ray Charles soul was pure as gold and she never changed her mind about it

They got married in Nevada by a Catholic Justice of the Peace
Who told stories of the war to end all wars
And about girls in Italy

They gambled at the Flamingo
Left when they were losing hard
They honeymooned at the Tropicana on Santa Monica Boulevard
They were closer to the moon than ever before in all their lives
Slick and Marylou died in love
Without a penny to their name
Without fear
Without regret
Without guilt
And without shame
But with light
But with light
But with light
 

BARFLIES, DEAD DREAMS AND RIVERS OF WHISKEY LIES

Skunk drunk, liqour puddle licker,
Scotch rock sipper,
Cork sniffin’ hipster,
Luckie’s on strike he on his 12^th pint
Bartender wondering where to draw the line

Jail bait looking for a date
With pants so tight you can tell what she ate for breakfast
Old Doc Jones he out on parole
He drinking well whiskey waters like their scorpion bowls

Cock cocky Spence got cocaine confidence
Drinking twelve dollar martinies tip the bartender twenty-five cents
Then there’s Jeremiah well Jeremiah he’s alright
Bar Flies, dead dreams and rivers of whiskey lies
All wondering where the rent money went
All wondering where the rent money went

Dickle Dick drinking Bourbon ‘till he’s sick
He’s 25 but he looks like he’s 46
And Margo was a beauty queen, she hangs around with Norma Jean
They’re both playing for the same team- if you know what I mean

There’s Bartholomew poet, pianist, actor
You know he only time I seen him act he’s acting like an asshole

There’s fighting down his ally between Harry and Sally
They got married in the valley, they’ve been fighting ever since

Lovely Louis Keeper of the last kept bush in town
Oh no I think I smell a brush fire
Then there is Jerimiah, Jerimiah- he's allright.

Poor Smack Jack can’t seem to get his old life back
Lost his license to hack while driving on crack

Barmaid Tish, she’s quite a dish, she keeps her brains in her tits
She make very nice tips

Uncle Ray smokes 6 packs a day, he won a grand yesterday
But he lost 2 today

And there’s angry Henrietta, thinks all men are out to get her
She looks nice in a sweater but don’t let her know you think so

A the owner, man with the eternal boner. He’s had a hard, hard life
Going on his 11^th wife
 

DARKSIDE OF THE ROAD

Will you meet me on the dark side of the road?
Ain’t nobody gotta know
Will you meet me on the dark side of the road?
Will you kiss me on the dark side of the road?
Ain’t nobody gotta know
Will you kiss me on the dark side of the road?
Ain’t nobody under that big oak tree
Ain’t nobody quite like me
Ain’t no time like now for fool’n around
Will you meet me on the dark side of the road?

IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

I’m in the middle of nowhere
In the middle of nothing
In the middle of nobody
Have’n the time of my life
I got$50 bill
Dressed to the nines
Full tank of gas
Nobody mess’n with my silence
I got a bottle of red, red wine
Ain’t even cracked it open
I go a carton of smokes
A new pair of boots
I got the sun in the morning
At nigh I got the moon
Green, green grass
That I ain’t even thought about- ‘til now

You can call me an optimistic, anti social cracker
You can all me no good, no fun old school fool
But there’s too much soul in this American rover
Boogie woogie ain’t dead but sure is hung over
God bless the all American rover
God bless rovers all over the world
God bless the all American song
We ain’t sang the same since WW2
 

TWO BY TWO

They went 2 x 2 down from the mountain to the valley

The devil’s been laughing since Eve got loose
The sky grew dark and the earth got juiced
The devil been laughing

The devil been laughing- that devlish laugh
Since he thunder growled and he lightening flashed
The devil been laughing

The devil been laughing -like a snake in the grass
He slithered up to Eve He bit her on the ass(p)
The devil been laughing

The devil been laughing since the old man got told
That the clouds were gonna stretch, wring and roll out like a scroll
The devil been laughing

God’s got style
God’s got wrath
A centuries worth of chances
Then a 40 day bath
Cleanse up your murder, sin, flesh desire
The next time he rains he’s gonna rain down fire
 

BAD LIKE JESSIE JAMES

I’m bad, I’m bad, bad like Jessie James
I’m bad, I’m bad, bad like Jessie James
And the whole world is my railroad train

Do away with my baby cause I ain’t no good
Do away with my baby cause like your mamma said you should
I ain’t no Ponce DeLeon, I ain’t no Robin Hood

I’m going down, down, I’m going down to Lucifer’s well
I’m going down, down, goin’ down to Lucifer’s well
I’m gonna shoot dead the devil, freeze over hell

I say to Jesus Christ do you know who I am
I say to Jesus Christ lord do you know who I am
I’m the man who murdered the devil, destroyed the devil’s land

I hear the train bound for Heaven’s made of silver and gold
I hear the train bound for Heaven’s made of silver and gold
I’m gonna rob, gonna steal, gonna take, make that train my home

I ain’t goin’ to Heaven but Hell don’t exist no more
Might never make it to Heaven but I own the train
And you may wish to get yourself to your promise kind
Well you can, yes you can but you’re gonna have to pay
Gonna have to pay the boss
 

GHOSTS AND GUNS

Everybody wants a piece of the action son
Everybody wants a piece of the flash and the fun
Everybody wants to see you do well my son
Everybody wants to see you burn in hell my son
You ain’t getting slower, but you get older
Your eyes get weaker, your aim gets lower
There’s always gonna be a younger man wanting to take your place
Throw down, throw down your guns my son
There ain’t a living man left in the game my son
They’re all gone, shot down my son
Put out to pasture by a final round my son
They weren’t getting slower but they got older
Their eyes got weaker, their aim got lower
There was a younger man wanting to take their place
Rest in peace, rest in peace my son
You gave it one last good go and now you’re all done my son
May the good lord have mercy on your soul my son
You’ll be joining me soon, I know my son
I never got slower, but I got older
My eye’s got weaker, my aim got lower
You were the younger man wanting to take my place
You were the younger man wanting to take my place

BUMB SHIMMY

Bum shimmy bebop a bella bop
Bottle o’ beer, bottle o’ wine, bottle o’ water
Cool old fashioned good time
Everybody grab somebody
Everybody gather ‘round
We gotta get lost if we want to be found
Don’t need to be sin free
Ain’t requiring no purity
Just need a little company
And some respect
Gonna show the holy rollers
What good clean fun they’re forgett’n
Everybody, listen to me
Don’t look thru me
Hear what I have to say
Angry boy have gotta go
But your ladies can stay
Grab your partner
Sexy slow
Show them pearly whites
Pull closer
Hello heavy petting
Hail, hail rock n’ roll

BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

Come on baby it’s cold outside
C’mon mama let me spend the night
I’ll sleep with one leg over the side
And a foot firmly on the floor

I’ve got my truck but it’s got no heat
Kinda drunk, having trouble seeing
I know I promised I’d mind my pints and quarts

Chorus

You won’t need to hose me down
I’ll be your pussy cat baby - not some howlin’ hound
You won’t even know I’m around
I won’t make a sound

C’mon baby I can’t find my keys
Let me look for them tomorrow please
Y’know the light will be better, we won’t wake the dog

I’ve got the yawns and whiskey on my sleeve
I’d hate to get pinched by the Lowell police
And I’ll be gone in the morning before you can say goodbye

Chorus

Hey John I think I got me one
He said take her in slow, take her in slow
Hey John I think I got me one
He said take her in slow, take her in slow
You pull too fast you’ll break the line
You pull too slow that mother gonna go
Hey John, Hey John, Hey John

JUNKIE TOWN

Smack never made you a liar
You handled that all by yourself

Monkeys and Madmen
Howlin’ wolf dogs in an unorthodox reverand

Oh how does a pretty college girl like you
Throw it away anyhow
A junkie living in junkie town

Napoleon stomach and Jesus’ eyes
Hung yourself to a chemical cross

Sell your body, sell your spirit, sell your soul
The devil’s got you baby and he ain’t never, never, never letting go

She said mama the needle really saved my life
I chose addiction over suicide
Mama said “My baby it ain’t your addiction, it’s your way of life”
You’re dirty

CHINA DOLL

I spent my whole paycheck on a little China doll
I ain’t no commie
I like my money, but I had myself a ball
She wore a pink dress
She spoke no English, but I didn’t mind at all

I took her for Caviar, smoked Cuban cigars
Drank Dom Perignon
We dined on lobster, fresh from Gloucester
And danced until dawn.
I spent all my money
She danced kind of funny but I didn’t mind at all

The course lit silhouettes of my China doll
Now ladies please don’t call me chauvinistic when I say I like my women tight lipped
I ain’t a talker, don’t need a talker carrying on and on
Just need some smooth skin, soft eyes to look in – and that is all