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into town
To a shack by the train depot
Jack got a job as a bouncer
At a Bar on Paradise Row
Mama got a job in the cotton gin
Grading cotton by
that isn't ours
And wearin' cotton we didn't grow

He's got the red, white,
And blue flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spends
moved into town
To a shack by the train depot
Jack got a job as a bouncer
At a bar on Paradise Row
Mama got a job in the cotton gin
Grading cotton by
wheels on a gravel road

Cotton fields stretching miles and miles
Hank's voice on the radio
Telephone poles trees and wires fly on by
Car wheels
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
I’m a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if
in Jackson we're going to meet
Car wheels on a gravel road

Cotton fields stretching miles and miles
Hank's voice on the radio
Telephone poles
Little Sarah Trk 4 Dsc 1 3:06
Sleepy John Estes
(James 'Yank' Rachell)
James 'Yank' Rachell - Vocal & mandolin
With Jab Jones - piano, James 'Sleepy
the mid-way, weavin' through the crowd
Cotton candy, bumper cars, blue ribbon cows
Sheriff Johnson's daughter, she's givin' me the eye
I'm gonna ring the bell
the back of my head 
Till its worrying machine 
And in the cotton fields by the house where I was born 
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
and proper drippin' in diamond rings
Little sister wears high heals and blue jeans
A long neck drinkin' certified wild thang

Some they walk the straight
school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in
From East Asheville Hardware
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by Chuck Brodsky

Every morning, I commute.
Mild-mannered man. In
and fast
Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
Just to show them he could do it all

CHORUS

Well, he tuned up the fiddle and he
chair
There's a tornado coming

Alright

Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock
It's a little
With Tommie guns running from the blue lights
And loving living on the wild side
Just for fun

Would you drive my getaway car
Chasing dreams like
[Chorus]
Little by little by little,  
And stone by stone.  
Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down  
 
Poor boy sleeps on straw,  
The rich boy
and fast
Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
Just to show them he could do it all

CHORUS

Well, he tuned up the fiddle and he
a long lost picture of the car we used to run
Cotton candy colored paintwork looked so faded in the sun
And that 6 o clock sunrise you always used
At first you'll be a chicken at the jackhammer ride
But you'll do it with a girl sittin' right by your side
Let's take your car and mess around at the park
to a child
The rough hands so gentle and warm

His strong arms were brown, where the long sleeves
Rolled down, on his faded blue cotton shirt
When times got
A little of it must fall
So she spends her evenings praying
For a little of that southern rain

Cars alive on city streets
Of sparkling black water
At first you'll be a chicken at the jackhammer ride
But you'll do it with a girl sittin' right by your side
Let's take your car and mess around at the park
mountain soul

Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pass
And he played 'Sally Good' kinda rowdy and fast
Then he played a little blues and he
And I'm coming home to my city by the bay

I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway