Van Morrison
song lyrics:
The
Skiffle Sessions - Live in Belfast album
(Traditional)Oh it takes a worried man, sing a worried song
Takes a worried man, come sing a little worried song
Well it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now, won't be worried longI went down to the riverside and I laid me down to sleep
Went down to the riverside, laid me down to sleep, Lord
A-well I went down to the riverside, laid me down to sleep
When I woke up there were shackles on both-a my feet
Hit it!(Chorus)
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man (come) to sing a worried song
Yeah, it takes a worried man, yeah, to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long
Worry for me!(Instrumental)
I said, "Judge (judge) judge, what's a-gonna be my fine?"
I said, "Judge (judge) judge (judge) tell me what's gonna be my fine?
I said, "Judge (judge) judge (judge) tell me what's gonna be my fine?
He said, "Twenty-one years (oh) on that old Rock Island LineOh well it takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
Takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
Yeah, it takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
Sing it one more time!It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song, my Lord
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)Ha!
This here's a story about Lost JohnLost John done flew the coupe!
Hee!
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for the freight train to come back
Freight train came back, but didn't make no stop
Lost John thought he'd have to ride on topWell he's long, long, long gone (woo-yeah)
And he's long, long, long goneYeah, lost John came into the country woman's house
Sat down it was quiet, just as quiet as a mouse
She said, "Now Mister Lost John, be my friend,
Be my friend up until the end."'Cause he's long, long, long gone (what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Now that he's long, long, long gone
(Yeah take the country woman's house)Lost John came into a country woman's house
Sat there as quiet, quiet as a mouse
Said, "Mister Lost John be my friend,
Be my friend until the end."Well, I'm long, long, long gone
Well, I'm long, long, long goneYeah, she said, "Lost John don't you have no fear,
I'm sending for the porter, gonna buy some beer."
He said, "Now woman don't you buy no beer,
The company's on my trail and-a soon be here'Cause I'm long, long, long gone
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well he's long, long, long gone
(Make it a pair of shoes instead)Well they caught Lost John
Put 'em in the pen
Someone bring him down
And now he's out againIf anybody asks you
Who's son you saw?
Tell 'em Lonnie Donegan
Been 'ere at dawnWell he's long, long, long gone (ooone)
Well he's long, long, long gone (one more time)Well he's long, long, long gone
(He goin', he goin')
Well he's long, long, long gone.
(Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba).[Talking part ending leads into "Goin' Home"]:
Thankyou! thankyou! (oh yeah Mike - yea). Thankyou very much. Now we like to have a surprise for you tonight, and bring on a friend of mine from way back, Dr John. (wooooo) Yeah. We're gonna do this a, we're gonna do this song that was written by a, way back aways a British trumpet player/guitarist (ha ha ha ha ha) Ken Colyer (yeah that's the man). Goes like this... one, okay, one...
[leads into "Goin' Home"](Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Antonin Dvorak)
arr. Ken Colyer(Lead out with Chris Barber on trombone)
Goin' home, he's goin' home
He'll be leavin', leavin' here today
Well if he don't leave now
Won't be goin' nowhereWell home is where the heart is
Then my home's in New Orleans
Take me to that land of dreams
Lord, and if I don't leave now
I won't be goin' nowhere, nowhereGoin' home
He's goin' home (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah he leaving, leaving here today
Well if he don't go now
I won't be goin' nowhere(Instrumental- piano)
"Welcome to Dr. John"
(Instrumental- horn)
"Go to Chris Barber on Trombone, Chris Barber"
What you say
And what you do
Well it's times like that, then I'm tellin' you
Well if you don't leave now
I won't be goin' nowhere (nowhere, nowhere, said nowhere) Lord
And if I don't leave now, I won't be goin' nowhere
Yeah but don't leave now
I won't be goin' nowhere
(woo, yeah) yeah...(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Huddie Ledbetter, Alan Lomax)Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you?I woke up this mornin'
Couldn't get outta my bed
Oh I woke up this mornin'
Couldn't get you outta my bed
Went to eat my breakfast and
The blues was all in my breadGood mornin' blues, blues how do you do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do?
Well I'm doin' alright this mornin' how are you?Well the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down
Lord, the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down
That's about the meagerest feelin' I done ever hadWhy I'm singin' good mornin', blues blues how do you do?
(yeah yeah)
Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yeah yeah)
Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you?(Instrumental- piano)
Sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today (hey)
I sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today
Yeah, your mouth's wide open
You don't know what to say(I say) Goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yo yeah)
Well goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (hoo yeah)
Well I'm doin' alright, blues how are you?
Yeeeeeaaaah!(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(William Weldon, Andy Razaf)I'm gonna move you baby
Way on the outskirts of town
Oh I'm gonna move you darlin'
I said way on the outskirts of town
Because I don't want nobody
Who's always hangin' 'roundMmm, maybe funny baby
Funny as can be
We have any children
I want 'em all to look like meWell I'll move you darlin'
Way on the outskirts of town
'Cause I don't want nobody
Nobody always hangin' 'round
(Play it now)A move me a new baby
Way from here
I don't know how I can get no iceman out
I'm wanna get me a FridgidaireWe gonna move
Way out on the outskirts of town
I don't want no bully
Always hangin' aroundI'm gonna move darlin'
'Way on the outskirts of town
I'm gonna move darlin'
Way, way on the outskirts of town (yeah)
Because I don't want nobody
Always hangin' 'round(Play it for me, play guitar)
(Instrumental)
It may seem funny, honey
Funny as can be
Have any children
Want 'em all to look like meI'm gonna move you darlin'
All the way on the outskirts of town
Because I don't want nobody
Who's always hangin' around
Oh, no no no no, yeah!(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)Me and my daddy was comin' into town
(Sail away lady sail away)
Round the billygoat leadin' a hound
(Sail away lady sail away)
Hound got dumped, billygoat jumped
(Sail away lady sail away)
Throw'd my brother right over that stump
(Sail away lady sail away)Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddioDon't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddioWell my old auntie promised me
(Sail away lady sail away)
When she'd die she'd will to me
(Sail away lady sail away)
She lived so long her head got bald
(Sail away lady sail away)
She got out the notes and the dimes and all
(Sail away lady sail away)Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Aaay(Instrumental)
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddioI said
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddioWell my old auntie promised me
(Sail away lady sail away)
When she'd die she'd will to me
(Sail away lady sail away)
Well, she lived so long her head got bald
(Sail away lady sail away)
She didn't got out the notes and the dimes and all
(Sail away lady said away)Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
One more time!Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me daddio
Don't you rock me.....daddio!(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)I'm Alabamy bound
I'm Alabamy bound
And if the train don't stop 'n turn around
I'm Alabamy boundDon't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
The locomos ghost suite pullin' out
Leave a dime for a beerI'm Alabamy bound (I'm Alabamy bound)
I'm Alabamy bound (I'm Alabamy bound)
And if the train don't stop and turn around
I'm Alabamy bound (I'm Alabamy bound)(Hair don't curl)
And your eyes ain't blue
'Cause if you don't want me, sweet Polly Ann
(Well, I don't want you)Alabamy bound (I'm Alabamy bound)
I'm Alabamy bound (I'm Alabamy bound)
And if the train down stop and turn around
I'm Alabamy bound (I'm Alabamy bound)I'm Alabamy bound (don't cha leave me here) umm
I'm Alabamy bound (don't cha leave me here)
I'm Alabamy bound (don't cha leave me here)
I'm Alabamy bound(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)Well you wake up in the mornin'
When the ding-dong ring (ding 'em man, ding 'em)
Go over to the table
See the same old (damn) thingNothing put upon the table
And nothin' in my pan
Say anything about it
I get in trouble with the manLet the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's ever lovin' light on meIf you ever go to Houston
Oh well you better walk right
You better not stagger
And you better not fightOr the sheriff gonna 'rrest you
Lord, and carry you down
And if the jury find you guilty
You're penitentiary boundBut let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's ever lovin' light on meLet the midnight special (hoo)
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's ever lovin' light on meYonder comes Miss Rosie (yeah) (oh yeah)
How in the world do you know? (I be low)
Well I know her by her apron (oh yeah)
And the dress she woreUmbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand (yeah)
She's a-gonna tell the Captain
You tell him listen manLet the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's ever lovin' light on me
(Me, me, me)Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Well let the midnight special
Shine it's ever lovin' light on meWell I done my time boy (well, yeah)
Who they caught with a crime
Well the man ain't call me
He done be ridin' down the lineBut let the midnight special
Shine a light on me (yeah)
Let the midnight special
Shine it's ever lovin' light on me(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Woody Guthrie)Well the new sheriff sent me a letter
Yes the new sheriff sent me a letter
He said, "Come up and see me dead or alive,
Come up and see me dead or alive".Well it's a hard road dead or alive
It's a hard road dead or alive
Well it's a hard road dead or alive
It's a hard road dead or aliveWell I really don't like your hard rock hotel (yeah) sheriff
Well I really don't like your hard rock hotel, sheriff
Dead or alive, no sheriff
Dead or alive, no sheriffWell it's a hard road dead or alive
And it's a hard road dead or alive
And it's a hard road dead or alive
And it's a hard road dead or aliveWell he even sent me my picture
(Oh yeah, and hello)
He even sent me my picture
(Yeah yeah)Hey, how do I look boy (wonderful)
Dead or alive?
How do I look boy (sweet) dead or alive?It's a hard road dead or alive
It's a hard road dead or alive
Well, it's a hard road dead or alive
And it's a hard road dead or aliveDead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)[L.D.] "We'll take it a bit slower"
"This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually"Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Lordy, how they could love
Swore to be true to each other
Yeah, true to the skies above
He was her man, wouldn't do her no wrongAnd Frankie and Johnny went walkin'
And Johnny had on a new suit
Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes
Just to make her man look cute
He was her man, he wouldn't do her no wrongFrankie went over to the barroom
Stopped for a bottle of beer
Said to the old bartender man
"Has my lover Johnny man been here?"
"He was my man, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong."Yeah Frankie looked over the transom door
And then to her great surprise
There sat her lover man Johnny
Makin' love to Nellie Bly
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrongWell Frankie lifted up her kimono dress
And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him
And through that hardwood (door) floor
Yeah she shot her man (yeah he was her man)
Well but he been doin' her wrong yeahHe said, "roll me over so careful ah
Roll me over so slow,
Oh roll me on to my left hand side,
Because your bullet hurt me so,
I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong."Play it Chris!
(Instrumental)
Well they sent for Frankie's mother
Come down to Huddy's saloon
To see what's the matter with her boy
She come down, Frankie looked up at her
Here what she said:She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please
Well I killed your lovin' son, Johnny
But I'm down on my bended knee
I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong." ahShe said, "I'll forgive you Frankie,"
She said, "I'll forgive you not, not
For killin' my lovin' son Johnny,
He's the only support that I've got,
'Cause you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong."Well the last time I seen Frankie
She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
She would be there moanin', herself
With no one there to care
She shot her man, a he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrongWell bring out the overtime hearse all day long
You gotta bring out the pony and truck hey
They're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetary (graveyard)
And they ain't never coming back
Oh he was her man, oh but he been doin' her wrong, so wrongWell the story ain't got no moral, Lordy
But the story ain't got no end
Well the story only goes to show
That there ain't no damn good in men
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Huddie Ledbetter, John Lomax)Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
But me and my wife have parted
I'm gonna take another stroll downtownIrene goodnight (goodnight Irene)
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll get you in my dreamStop your ramblin'
Stop your gamblin'
Stop stayin' out late, late at night
Go home to your wife and your family
Sit down by your fireside so brightIrene goodnight (Irene)
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll get you in my dreamI love Irene and I swear I do (yes)
Love 'er, love 'er, love 'er, love 'er, love 'er
Love 'er, love 'er, love 'er, love 'er
Still the sea runs dry
And if Irene ever turns her back on me
I'm gonna take morphine and dieIrene goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll get you in my dream(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)Railroad Bill the loner the Railroad Bill
He never works and he never will
I'm gonna ride on a Railroad Bill
I'm gonna ride on a Railroad BillRailroad Bill he was a mighty bad man
Kill anybody that he think he can
Gonna ride old Railroad Bill
Gonna ride old Railroad BillI'm singin' Railroad Bill,
I'm talkin' Railroad Bill, uh-huh-huh
He never worked and he never will
I'm gonna ride on Railroad Bill, yeah
(C'mon) I'm gonna ride on Railroad BillWell old Railroad Bill he done stole my wife
I'm gonna check him down I'm gonna take his life
Gonna ride on Railroad Bill
Gonna ride Railroad BillI'm singin' Railroad Bill
On a Railroad Bill
He never worked and he never will
I'm gonna ride on Railroad Bill
I'm gonna ride on Railroad BillRailroad Bill he was a mighty bad man
Kill anybody that he think he can
Gonna ride old Railroad Bill
Gonna ride Railroad BillI'm talkin' Railroad Bill
I love him Railroad Bill
Uh-huh-huh
He never worked and he never will
Gonna ride on Railroad Bill
Yeah, gonna ride on Railroad BillWell I'm goin up the mountain
Yes I'm goin' out west
I got a mighty big pistol
Stickin' out of my vest
Gonna ride old Railroad Bill
Gonna ride (alright)Railroad Bill, I love that Railroad Bill
Uh-huh-huh
He never works and he never will
I'm gonna ride on a Railroad Bill
I'm gonna ride on Railroad Bill(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Jimmie Rogers, George Vaughn)Good mornin' Captain, good mornin' shine
Good mornin' Captain, good mornin' shine
Do you need another mule skinner,
Workin' on your new road line?My line's been rollin'
I'm rollin' all the time
My line is work
I'm rollin' all the time
I can carve my initials (ha!)
On an old mule's behindI said hey, little waterboy (hey!)
Bring that water bucket 'round
(Bring it 'round, bring it 'round, bring it 'round, bring it 'round)
I said hey, little waterboy
Bring that water bucket 'round
And if you don't like your job
Shut that water bucket down(stand up here!)
(Instrumental)
Good morning Captain, good mornin' shine
Good morning Captain, good mornin' shine
Do you need another mule skinner,
Workin' on your new road line?Well I like to work,
I'm rollin' all the time
Well I like to work,
I'm rollin' all the time
I can carve my initials
On an old mule's behindI said, good mornin' Captain
Good mornin' Captain
I said good mornin' Captain
Mornin' Captain
Said good mornin' Captain
Mornin' Captain
I said good mornin' Captain
Mornin' Captain
Mornin' Captain
Mornin' Captain
Working on your new road line(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)They say James was a man
And he killed a man and then
He rode the Glendale train
And he took from the richer
And he gave that to the poorer
Gave a hand in a hurry, then up railOh Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That and shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave(Instrumental)
On Wednesday night
When the moon was shining bright
They rode that Glendale train
And the folks from miles about (yeah they can)
They all said without a doubt
It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was)Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
Has laid (poor) Jesse James in his grave(Instrumental)
Well the people held their breath
When they heard about Jesse's death (yeah)
About how little Jesse came to die (how did he die?)
It was one of his guys, called Little Robert Ford
And he zapped Jessie James on the slyOh Jessie had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
He laid Jesse James in his grave(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
(Traditional)Intro:
("Here's a very good old good one, see if you remember this one, see if we
do!)
("This is gonna be nice, this is gonna be very nice")Sittin' on the Sloop John B
My granddaddy and me
'Round Nassau town we did roam
We'd been drinkin' all night
Well I got into a fight
Yeah and I feel so broke up
I wanna go homeHoist up the John B sail's
See how the mainsail sets
Send for the Captain ashore
And let me go home
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, yeah
'Cause I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
Yes I do
(He's so broke up, Lord, I wanna go home)Well Captain's a wicked man
He gets drunk any time he can
And he don't give a damn for grandpappy
No, nor me
He kicks us around
And he knocks us about
Well I feel so broke up, I
I wanna go homeWell pull up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail sets
Send for the Captain ashore
And let me go home
I wanna go home
Well, I wanna go home
'Cause I feel so broke up (he's so broke up)
I wanna go home
(Yes I do)
I feel so broke up
(He so broke up)
Lord, that I wanna go home
Home(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
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