Wait a minute, something’s wrong here
The key won’t unlock this door
Wait a minute, something’s wrong
Lord, have mercy, this key won’t unlock this door
Something’s goin’ wrong here
I have a bad, bad feeling
That my baby don’t live here no more
That’s alright, I still got my guitar
Look out now
Knock twice, rap with your cane
Feels nice, you’re out of the rain
We got your skinny girl
Here at the Western World
In the night you hide from the madman
You’re longing to be
But it all comes out on the inside
Eventually
‘m not superstitious, about ya
But I can’t take no chance
You got me spinnin’ baby
You know that I’m in a trance
‘Cause your love, is better
Than any love I know
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightenin’
Oh you better knock, knock, knock
On wood, baby
Very superstitious,
Writing’s on the wall,
Very superstitious,
Ladders bout’ to fall,
Thirteen month old baby,
Broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck,
The good things in your past
I ain’t superstitious
Black cat crossed my trail
I ain’t superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
Bad luck ain’t got me so far
And I won’t let it stop me now
I’m not superstitious about you
But I can’t take no chance
You got me spinnin’, baby
Baby, I’m in a trance
'Cause your love is better
Than any love I know
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I’d better knock, on wood, baby
My heart is beating faster, babe
It’s beating like a big bass drum
You know you got me speeding, child
Faster than a bullet from a gun
You’re a superstitious woman
An’ I got a superstitious mind
Oh, I don’t care
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don’t want no candy
I don’t need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got
Blisters on my hand because
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
(Yes, I do)
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
(That’s right)
Well, you’re built like a car
You’ve got a hubcap diamond star halo
You’re built like a car, oh yeah
Well, you’re an untamed youth
That’s the truth with your cloak full of eagles
You’re dirty, sweet and you’re my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on (oh)
Here’s my own belief about all the dirty girls
That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl
And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself
So don’t show up around here till your social worker’s helped
How she do it, how she do it, how she do it, oh
I’m gonna tell the world, you’re a dirty little girl
To him you were nothin’ but a little plaything
Not much more than an overnight fling
To me you were the greatest thing this boy had ever found
And girl it’s hard to find nice things
On the poor side of town
Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town (ooh-ooh-ooh)
And everybody, yeah, tries to put my Sloopy down (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Sloopy, I don’t care what your daddy do (ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause you know, Sloopy, girl, I’m in love with you (ooh-ooh-ooh)
And so I say now
Crazy and outta sight
Call me Mr. Dynamite
Baby, it’s alright
Used to get together almost every night
On the wrong side of town
There’s nowhere else to go but down
Dirt and sweat, runnin’ down my back,
Workin’ on the railroad.
Work all day long up and down the railroad tracks.
Workin’ on the railroad.
I’m a God fearing man, and with many I stand.
Workin’ on the railroad.
Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it’s engine number forty-nine
She’s the only one that’ll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
And I’d let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome, I could cry
I’m So Lonesome, I Could Cry – Hank Williams Sr.
(this was actually the B-side of “My Bucket’s Got a Hole In It” when it was orginally released)
-“BB”-
Maybe somewhere down the road a ways
(The end of the line)
You’ll think of me and wonder where I am these days
(The end of the line, of the line)
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays
(The end of the line)
Purple Haze
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
If you know what I’m singing about up here
C’mon, raise your hand
Purple rain, purple rain
I only want to see you
Only want to see you
In the purple rain
Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say
“Please share my umbrella”
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine