Red-Eyed and Blue
We've got solid-state technology
Tapes on the floor
Some songs we can't afford to play
When we came here today
All I wanted to say
Is how much I miss you
Alcohol and cotton balls
And some drugs
We can't afford on the way
When we came here today
We all felt something true
Now I'm red-eyed and blue
I Got You (At the End of the Century)
I got you and that's all I need
I got you and that's all I need
I got you and that's all I need
I got you
I got you and I still believe
That you are all I will ever need
It's you, oh
All the way back in the seventies
You were my little TV queen
Tarzan and your friend Janine
I got you
I got you and I still believe
That you are all I will ever need
It's you, oh
It's the end of the century
And I can't think of anything
Except you
It's the end of the century
And I can't think of anything
But you, oh
All, I, need
I got you
I got you, babe
I got you
You
You, ooh ooh
I got you
I got you
Oooh
I got youSecret of the Sea
Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can
guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the
secret of my love for you We both could know the
secret of the sea
Tell me, could you ever tell the secret of the sea?
Of these high rolling waves along the shore? The
footprints of the lovers that come here to love, By
the tides washed away forever more
Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can
guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the
secret of my love for you We both could know the
secret of the sea
You claim to know the secret of a kiss and a hug
And the secret of the grass and of the trees And if
you can tell the secret of a warm friends hand
Then we all would feel the secrets of the sea
Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can
guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the
secret of my love for you We both could know the
secret of the sea
Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp./Words-Ampersand Music (BMI)/You Want A Piece Of This Music (ASCAP),
administered by Bug Music
Words: Woody Guthrie 1939
Music: Jay Bennett/Jeff Tweedy 1999
Jay Bennett: pianos, acoustic guitars, organ, tambourine, baritone guitar, slide
guitars, electric sitars, backing vocals, electric guitars
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: bass, backing vocal
Jeff Tweedy: vocal, 12-string acoutic guitar
Too Far Apart
You came to meet me out on the line
You couldn't believe I was feeling fine
When I really needed you, you were gone
So long
We were too far apart
Right from the start
I couldn't be any closer to you now
Is it really punk rock, like the party line?
Do you have to think about that?
Can I give you some time?
'Cause when I really needed you, you were gone
So long
We were too far apart
Right from the start
I couldn't be any closer to you now
Too far apart
Right from the start
And I couldn't be any closer to you now
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, guitar
John Stirratt – bass, organ
Max Johnston – dobro
Ken Coomer – drums
Brian Henneman – guitar
Via Chicago
I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me
Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
I sat and watched you bleed
Buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me
Your cold, hot blood ran away from me
To the sea
I printed my name on the back of a leaf
And I watched it float away
The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
Was all I tried to save
But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night
And all without fight
At the crush of veils and starlight
I know I'll make it back
One of these days and turn on your TV
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street
When he gets caught I won't get up
And I won't go to sleep
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Via Chicago
Where the cups are cracked and hooked
Above the sink
They make me think
Crumbling ladder tears don't fall
They shine down your shoulders
Crawling is screw faster lash
I blow it with kisses
Rest my head on a pillowy star
And a cracked door moon
Says I haven't gone too far
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Via Chicago
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Via Chicago
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, synthesizers
Jay Bennett – banjo, piano, organ, moog, tambourine
John Stirratt – bass
Ken Coomer – drums
Bull Black Nova
It’s in my hair
It’s on my clothes
It’s in the river over the road
It’s shining down, my angry star
Hanging on the hood of my car
I’m not going far
I’m not going far
It’s coming down
They’re coming up the shoulders
What have they found?
I wonder if they know
I’m in a bull black Chevy Nova
Silhouetted by the setting sun
This can’t be undone
This can’t be undone
If I’m the one with blood on my sofa
Blood in the sink, blood in the trunk
High at the wheel of a bull black Nova
Then I’m sorry as the setting sun
This can’t be undone
Can’t be outrun
It’s in my head
There’s blood in the sink
I can’t calm down
I can’t think
I keep calling there’s blood in the trunk
I can’t calm down
Pick up
Pick up
Blood of the Lamb
Are your garments all spotless? Are they white as
the snow? Are you washed in the blood of the
lamb? Is your soul all spotless? Is it clean as the
snow? Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?
I am washed, yes I'm washed I am washed in the
blood I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb I'm
all clean I'm all spotless I'm all pure like the snows
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb
Have you laid down your burdens? Have you
found peace and rest? Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb? I've laid down all my troubles
I've found peace and rest I'm all washed in the
blood of the lamb
Have you learnt to love your neighbors? Of all
colors, creeds and kinds? Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb? I've learnt to love my peoples
Of all colors, creeds and kinds I'm all washed in
the blood of the lamb
I am washed, yes I'm washed I am washed in the
blood I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb I'm
all clean I'm all spotless I'm all pure like the snows
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb
Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp./Words-Ampersand Music (BMI)/You Want A Piece Of This Music (ASCAP),
administered by Bug Music
Words: Woody Guthrie 1955
Music: Jay Bennett/Jeff Tweedy 1997
Jay Bennett: Farfisa, Leslie piano, B3, backing vocal
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: upright bass
Jeff Tweedy: vocal, acoustic guitar, slide baritone guitar
Billy Bragg: acoustic guitar
Deeper Down
By the end of the bout, he was punched out
Fists capsized, muscles shouting
Deeper down
He felt the insult of a kiss
Deeper still than we can go
Further out than triremes row
Drowning slow
His memories persist
Out beyond the telescope’s pry
Up above the tallest Dutch dope high
He realized
This mystery is his
Underneath the ocean floor
A part of who we are we don’t explore
I adore
The meaninglessness of the this
We can’t express
By the end of the bout, he was punched out
Fists capsized, muscles shouting
Deeper down
He felt the comfort of a kiss
I Am Trying to Break Your Heart
I am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you
Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt
I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming
Take you from the inside (baby) hold on tight
You were so right when you said I've been drinking
What was I thinking when we said good night
I want to hold you in the bible black predawn
You're quite a quiet domino bury me now
Take off your band aid cuz I don't believe in touchdowns
What was I thinking when we said hello
I always thought that if I held you tightly
You would always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep in the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in
I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy
I am trying to break your heart
Disposable Dixie cup drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I've been hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you
(I'm the man who loves you)
Art of Almost
No!
I froze
I can’t be so
Far away from my wasteland
I never know when I might
Ambulance
Hoist the horns with my own hands
Almost
Almost
I heard a faint olé
True love but
I had other ways to hurt myself
Like calling
I could open up my heart
And fall in and
I could blame it all on dust
The Art of Almost
Almost
Almost
Almost
I’ll hold it up
I’ll shake the grail
Disobey across the waves
Tomorrow
I’ll have all the love I could ever ache
And I’ll leave almost with you
All of almost
Almost
Art of almost
Almost
Art of almost
Almost
I Might
Was I wrong
Off all night long
So high
As the stinking sun
I came alive
Then I felt
Oh Uh Oh
Some guys
Have everything I know
It’s alright
I’ve done a lot of
Crawling around outside
And I heard
It’s alright
Your sno-cone
And it’s piss and blood
It’s in the cards
(oh, oh)
Get well soon
EVERYBODY!
Do all lies
Have a taste?
Let it go
I don’t know oh
A cow’s neck
Bad shave
In the low blow slo-mo
It’s alright
You won’t set the kids on fire
Oh but I might
H0
You come on
Sentimental
If the
Solar car’s coming
I’m home
The Magna Carta’s
On a Slim Jim blood
Brutha!
The sunk soul
With the coal clean toe
Is the mutha!
Yea that’s right
When you gonna find out
I’m all inside
You still might
It’s all right
It’s all right
It’s alright
You won’t set the kids on fire
Oh but I might
Ho ho
It’s all right
It’s all right
Message From Mid-Bar
Hate will keep us together
Love will tear us apart
What has joined us
In the dark
Oh I was worried
I would drive you away
You felt different and I felt the same
Then I told you
And you agreed
Some days I despise
Everyone I see
We're all swine
But you're all mine
What will keep us together
Will tear us apart
Maybe making up your mind
Breaks your heart
Hate will save the dolphins
I wish there was a way
I could change it so nothing
Would ever change
Or stay the same
All I can do
Is sing it for you
Whole lives go by
Then we die
You're all swine
We're swine
Love will keep us together
Love will tear us apart
I don't care what the song says
It's not my heart
Anyway, the point is
Things can always be worse
When you don't have a chorus
It's verse after verse after verse
Then I told you
In my arms
I hate you less
Than the rest
We're all swine
But you're all mine
Dark Neon
I was sitting safely, across the road
From a rusting scaffolding, picking my nose
When a bird spoke up from high on that dark neon
He said, "I bet there're some things that you should come clean up"
Ohhhh I didn't know
Ohh where to begin
Like you do not know
Ohh I set the emotion
I was beating up babies, babies I mean
That don't look like babies, but they're babies to me
I was looking around for my very own best friend
Couldn't help feeling things would come to an end
I always let you go
And then you let me back in
This is a status quo
Oh nobody wins
I was feeling sorry
So sorry for myself
I was trying to take it easy, but that wasn't helping
Birds spoke up, this time I think it was a dove
He said, "I bet there're some things that you should come clean up"
Ohhh that's so it's so
Oh you look through my skin
Ohhh how did he know
Oh and what was he in
Keep fooling myself
Keep fooling myself
Keep fooling myself
I keep fooling myself
I might need your help
I keep fooling myself
I might need your help
I can't just keep fooling myself
I let you go
Hun you let me back in
It's the status quo
And nobody wins
Ohhhh!
Another Man's Done Gone [Woody Guthrie]
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind
But it don't look like I ever do
I loved so many people everywhere I went
Some too much, others not enough
I don't know, I may go down or up or anywhere
But I feel like this scribbling might stay
Maybe if I hadn't of seen so much hard feelings
I might not could have felt other people's
So when you think of me, if and when you do,
Just say, well, another man's done gone
Well, another man's done gone
Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
[BMI]/BMG Songs [ASCAP]
Words: Woody Guthrie [no date]
Music: Billy Bragg 1998
Jay Bennett: grand piano
Billy Bragg: vocal
How to Fight Loneliness
How to fight loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine your teeth 'til meaningless
Sharpen them with lies
And whatever's going down
Will follow you around
That's how you fight loneliness
You laugh at every joke
Drag your blanket blindly
Fill your heart with smoke
And the first thing that you want
Will be the last thing you ever need
That's how you fight it
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Misunderstood
When you're back in your old neighborhood
The cigarettes taste so good
But you're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
There's something there that you can't find
You look honest when you're telling a lie
You hurt her but you don't know why
You love her but you don't know why
Short on long term goals
There's a party there that we ought to go to
If you still love rock and roll
If you still love rock and roll?
It's only a quarter to three
Reflecting off of your CD
You're looking at a picture of me
You're staring at a picture of me
Take the guitar player for a ride
'Cause he ain't never been satisfied
He thinks he owes some kind of debt
It'll be years before he gets over it
There's a fortune inside your head
When all you touch turns to lead
You think you might just crawl back in bed
With a fortune inside your head
I know you're just a mama's boy
You're positively unemployed
So misunderstood
So misunderstood
I know you've got a god-shaped hole
You're bleeding out your heart full of soul
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all
Far, Far Away
Far, far away
From those city lights
That might be shining on you tonight
Far, far away from you
On the dark side of the room
I long to hold you in my arms and sway
Kiss and ride on the CTA
I need to see you tonight
And those bright lights
Oh, I know it's right
Deep in my heart
I'll know it's right
By the bed
By the light that you read by
By the time
That I get home to say good night
I need to see you again
On the dark side my friend
On the dark side
What Light
If you feel like singing a song
And you want other people to sing along
Just sing what you feel
Don’t let anyone say it’s wrong
And if you’re trying to paint a picture
But you’re not sure which colors belong
Just paint what you see
Don’t let anyone say it’s wrong
And if you’re strung out like a kite
Or stung awake in the night
It’s alright to be frightened
When there’s a light (what light)
There’s a light (one light)
There’s a light (white light)
Inside of you
If you think you might need somebody
To pick you up when you drag
Don’t lose sight of yourself
Don’t let anyone change your bag
And if the whole world’s singing your songs
And all of your paintings have been hung
Just remember what was yours
Is everyone’s from now on
And that’s not wrong or right
But you can struggle with it all you like
You'll only get uptight
And there’s a light (what light)
There’s a light (one light)
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (one light)
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (one light)
Well, there’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (one light)
There’s a light (one light)
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (white light)
Inside of you
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (white light)
There’s a light (one light)
Written by Jeff Tweedy
Pot Kettle Black
Crazy rides rockets
Waves a magic wand
Empty out your pockets
Words without a song
I myself have found a real rival in myself
I am hoping for the rearrival of my health
Sleeping eye sockets
Baby suck your thumb
I'll keep you in my locket
A string I never strum
It's become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
I'm tied in a knot
But I'm not
Gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every song's a comeback
Every moment's a little bit later
Lazy locomotives
Wherever you may roll
I think you have no motive
I know you have no home
It's become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
I'm tied in a knot
But I'm not
Gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every song's a comeback
Every moment's a little bit later
Every moment's a little bit later
Every moment's a little bit later
Every moment's a little bit later
I'm tied in a knot
But I'm not
Gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
I'm not
Gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Dawned On Me
I’ve been young
I’ve been old
I’ve been hurt
And consoled
Heart of coal
Heart of gold
So I’m told
I’ve been lost
I’ve been found
I’ve been taken
By the sound
Of my own voice
The voices in my head
I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me
Every night is a test
To the east from the west
The sun rises and sets
That’s the sun at it’s best
I forget, then I know
I’d regret letting you go
Sometimes I can’t believe how dark it can be
I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me
It dawned on me
So on
And so forth
And again
I will stop to begin
At the end
I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me
Oh I can’t help it if I fall in
Love with you again I’m calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me
Impossible Germany
Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan
Wherever you go
Wherever you land
I’ll say what this means to me
I’ll do what I can
Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan
(The) fundamental problem
We all need to face
This is important
But I know you’re not listening
Oh I know you’re not listening
If this was still new to me
I wouldn’t understand
Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan
But this is what love is for
To be out of place
Gorgeous and alone
Face to face
With no larger problems
That need to be erased
Nothing more important than to know
Someone’s listening
Now I know
You’ll be listening
Written by Jeff Tweedy and Wilco
The Good Part
These may be your finest hours
The world is whistling and warm
We have got forgotten powers
You were charming, you could do no harm
Let's just get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Let's just skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Come on get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Why can't we just skip ahead
Every artist falls apart
Thinking he's only only's art
And when the world is lonely and dark
It's a warning not to hitch apart
Let's just get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Come on skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Why can't we get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Come on skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Skip ahead
C'mon skip ahead
Let's skip ahead
Skip ahead
I can see the anxiety
Of trying to be yourself
But I can't tell you what kind of hell
It is to really think you're somebody else
Let's just get to the good part (let's get to the good part)
Come on let's skip ahead (let's skip ahead)
Come on let's get to the good part (is this the good part)
Why can't we skip ahead
Skip ahead
C'mon skip ahead
Let's skip ahead
Skip ahead
Spiders (Kidsmoke)
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
Spiders are filling out tax returns
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
On a private beach in Michigan
Why can’t we wish their kisses good
Why do they miss when their kisses should
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
On a private beach in Michigan
This recent rash of kidsmoke
All these telescopic poems
It’s good to be alone
Why can’t they say what they want
Why can’t they just say what they need
Come clean, listen and talk
Hello private caller
ID blocked
The sun will rise, we’ll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light
On the Michigan shore
Fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It’s good to be alone
I’ll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home
There’s no blood on my hands
I just do as I’m told
Let's Not Get Carried Away
I got a million better things to do
Than to play rock n roll
Honey if I blow your fuse
Can I please be excused
Gotta write myself today
I can’t write myself for you
We haven’t even been introduced
So that’ll never do
Though a lot of other people could be
Standing here instead of me
Singing their own lines through clenching cracking teeth
Gotta write myself today
Gotta write myself for you
Honey if I tell you the truth
Can I pleased be excused
Honey, let’s not get carried away
There's a lot of other places to be
A lot of things I would rather be doing
A lot of songs id love to sing
But I know that you would just ruin it
Gotta write myself today
I gotta write myself for you
Honey if I tell you the truth
Can I pleased be excused
Honey, let’s not get carried away
Gotta write myself today
I gotta write myself for you
Honey if I tell you the truth
Can I pleased be excused
Just a Kid
Maybe I'm just a kid
Maybe I just don't fit in
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to go now
I don't wanna go to school
But I don't get to make the rules
Too early, too early, too early, too early in the morning
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to do something they don't want to do
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to be something, oh, why is that true?
Maybe I'm not so big
Maybe I just don't fit in
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for more now
And I don't wanna go to bed
There's so much going on in my head
Not tired, not tired, not tired, not tired right now
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to do something they don't want to do
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to be something, oh, why is that true?
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Has to be something, let's have some fun
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everyone, somebody, anyone
Has to grow up, let's have some fun
Kicking Television
I'm serious
You'll see
I'm working on my abs
I'm working on me
Oh, I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
Television
Stop shopping, even
Stop buying things
I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
Television
Um..
Oh, I'm serious
You'll see
I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Yeah, I'm kickin'
Television
Television
Television Television
Television
ELT
I should've been listening
To every word you said
Oh, what have I been missing
Wishing (wishing) that you were dead
I didn't mean to be so disturbing
So far from home
Oh, what have I been learning
By being all alone
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
(Is gonna) tears you apart
Every little thing
Every little thing
every little thing
(Is gonna) tears you apart
When, when we were younger
Sleep while I'm awake
I was trying to keep the door locked
I realize
That's a mistake
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Is gonna tear you apart
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Is gonna tear you apart
Every little thing that you do
Seems so much better than I could do
Oh, I should've been listening
To every word you said
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Is gonna tear you apart
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Is gonna tear you apart
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Is gonna tear you apart
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Is gonna tear you apart
Is gonna tear you apart
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, backing vocals
Jay Bennett – electric guitars, piano, keyboards, synthesizers, tambourine, backing vocals
John Stirratt – bass
Ken Coomer – drums
It's Just That Simple
There's a whole lot of money that you gave me
I'd gladly empty my pockets right now
You'd parlay all that by triple
It's just that simple
Those days I'd gladly walk so long for you
Although it seemed I crawled most of the way
After some time I felt like a cripple
It's just that simple
Last week I was thinking about traveling by land
And the time you remember we were by the lake
It wasn't even like we made a ripple
It's just that simple
In my head, the time didn't make a ripple
It's just that simple
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, acoustic guitar
John Stirratt – bass
Max Johnston – mandolin
Ken Coomer – drums
Brian Henneman – guitar
Lloyd Maines – pedal steel guitar
I'm Always In Love
Why, I wonder is my heart full of holes
And the feeling goes but my hair keeps growing
Will I set the sun
On a big-wheeled wagon
Well I'm bragging
I'm always in love
When I let go of your throat, sweet throttle
When I clean the lash of your black-belt model
Will I catch the moon
Like a bird in a cage
It's for you I swoon
I'm always in love
I don't get the connection
If this is only a test
I hope I do my best
You know I won't forget
When I fold the cold in my jet-lag palm
When I soak so long I forget my mother
Will I set the sun
On a big-wheeled wagon
Well I'm bragging
I'm always in love
It's a drag I snag
Well I'm always in love
Well I'm worried
I'm always in love
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm always in love
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm always in love
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm always in love
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm worried
I'm always in love
Instrumental credits:
Jeff Tweedy – vocals, baritone guitar
Jay Bennett – bass, piano, keyboards, drums, backing vocals
John Stirratt – piano, backing vocals
Ken Coomer – drums
Hoodoo Voodoo
Hoodoo voodoo, seven twenty one two
Haystacka hostacka, A B C
High poker, low joker, ninety nine a zero
Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance
Blackbirdy, bluejay; one two three four,
Trash sack, jump back E F G,
Biggy hat, little hat, fattyman, skinnyman,
Grasshopper, greensnake, hold my hand
Hoodoo voodoo, chooka chooky choochoo,
True blue, how true, kissle me now
Momma cat, Tommy cat, diapers on my clothes line
Two four six eight, I run and hide
Pretty girl, pretty boy, pony on a tincan,
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
Jinga jangler, tingalingle,
picture on a bricky wall
Hot and scamper, foamy lather, huggle me close
Hot breeze, old cheese,
slicky slacky fishy tails
Brush my hair and kissle me some more
Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. [BMI]/Warner-
Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Words-Ampersand Music
[BMI]/Titanic Majesties Music [ASCAP]/Poeyfarre Songs
[BMI]/500 Ft. Toe Music [BMI]/BMG Songs/Koolhot Muzik [ASCAP]
Words: Woody Guthrie [no date]
Music: Wilco/Bragg/Harris
Jay Bennett: organ, Farfisa bass pedals
Billy Bragg: electric guitar
Ken Coomer: drums
Corey Harris: electric guitar
John Stirratt: electric bass, piano [bass]
Jeff Tweedy: vocal