Lyrics_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 Coltrane 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

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

I 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

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 gld 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

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

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 its

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

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’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

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 fool 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

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