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Below you will find transcripts, organized alphabetically by artist, for all video and audio works featured in the MCA galleries as part of West by Midwest.

Terry Allen
Terry Allen Live at Al’s Grand Hotel: May 7th, 1971, 1971

Hi, this song’s called “Red Bird.”

Ho down, down, ho, down, dee.
Red bird dancin’ in custody.

Goin’ down, New Orleans,
red bird dancin’ on a red bird swing.

Red bird sing and a-red bird do,
New Orleans an’ a red bird blue.

I been born an’ I’m gonna die.
Blood red wings you gonna make me fly.

I’m goin’ in a red-bird den.
Ain’t gonna come out again.

Ho down down, ho down dee.
Red bird dancin’ in custody.

Doo, doo. Doo, doo. Doo, doo.

Ho down down, ho down dee.
Red bird dance a penitentiary.

A jailer stoned an’ he barred the door.
Red bird’s gone, yeah, to fly no more.

Black crow see, black crow blew,
New Orleans is where the red bird flew.

I been born an’ I’m gonna die.
Blood red wing, she gonna make me cry.

On a rusty wing, a dead, dark thing.
Crows too loud now when red bird sing.

Ho down down, ho down dee.
Red bird dance a penitentiary.

Doo, doo. Doo, doo. Doo, doo. Doo, doo.

[Applause]

This song is called “Flipside,” a clean record, right and wrong, you haven’t heard. This is A-side and “Baby How I Know.”

Baby, how I know it must feel to you.
Baby, how I know it must appeal to you.
But I can’t always do a big deal for you.
Yes, a-baby move a-your needs a little closer to mine.

Well, watch you watch them people on the streets. An’ I watch you watch them people in the stores.
An’ I know the pretty things you see,
Well they really shouldn’t be yours and more.

Baby, how I know it must feel to you.
Baby, how I know it must appeal to you.
But I can’t always be a big wheel for you.
I said, baby, move a-your needs a little closer to mine.

Yeah, I seen you see the dust and call it golden sand.
And I seen you see the trees an’ baby, take my hand.
An’ I know you that all these a-things you do,
they should really make us friends again, again.

Ah, baby, how I know it must feel to you.
Yeah, look, baby, how I know it must appeal to you.
But all that I can try to do is be real for you.
I said, baby, move a-your needs a little closer to mine.

[Applause]

Yeah, you turn the record over and this is the B-side called “Together.”

Gonna get myself together.
Gonna get ridda this bad weather.
Gonna make myself a deal I used to be.

I’m gonna get my woman back. Gee!
I’m gonna get her down the track.
I gonna give her back to me, I used to be.

Well, I used to be a good guy.
Yes, I never did too bad, an’ I blew it doin’ bad things to the best things that I had,
An’ I lost her on this dumb stunt I knew was damn wrong
But I’ll get her back a little if she ever hears this song.

Cause I’m gonna get myself together,
Gonna make her feel so good.
Gonna make myself a deal I always used to could. I gonna kiss her in the morning, like a sunshine through the trees.
Gonna get myself a deal I used to be.

[Applause] Uh, this next song is called “Late 1961 (Or 3701 28th St. Cowboy Blues).”

Why do I feel like I need to remember yesterday
when it only brings me a pain . . .
oh, to my life?

An’ if the people behind me who said that they love me didn’t understand,
an’ why when I left them alone . . .
oh, didn’t they cry?

Yeah the back doors I remember how I tried to dismember from my memory.
but the ghost in the backroom drifts through . . .
blue like the rain.

And California loomed westward like the clouds on a mountain not so far away.
Yet I knew when I got there I’d feel . . .
oh, jus’ the same.

Cause the past moves faster than a grassfire
and tomorrow can’t come another day too soon.

An’ only a pale pony with his wild Injun rider
came ‘cross this dark passage and moved
on to a moon.

Yeah a white walls on a black Ford they move like a timepiece an’ goin’ round ‘n round.
They’re carryin’ me homeward from home . . .
left back behind.

An’ if the people back there who said that they love me don’t understand (fuck ‘em).
An’ a-why when I left them alone . . .
oh, didn’t they die?

Cause the past moves faster than a grassfire.
An’ tomorrow can’t come another day too soon.

An’ only a pale pony with his wild Injun rider,
he gonna cross this dark passage and move . . .
onto a moon.

[Applause]

This next song is another song about the past. It’s called “A Pink and Black Song.”

Well I drove down to the drive-in,
An’ then I drove in.
I asked that carhop for a coke.
I said, “Let’s go for a little spin.”
She said, “I’m losin’ you, boy.
Yeah, I’m losin’ you.”
Somewhere between the burgers and the malt.
I said, “If you won’t pass your pepper, sugar,
Then I don’t want none of your salt.”
An’ I drove off.

Yeah, I drove down the main drag,
Smack in the middle of town.
I turned on my radio and let my leatherette top down.
I was cruisin’ out across Broadway,
Draggin’ down Main.
Whoo.
An’ then the DJ on the radio said,
“Pink and Black, she’s comin’ back again.”
An’ I drove in.

When I turned up that radio, this is what I heard:

“Ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo-hoo-ooo-ooo-hoo-hoo.
If you ever need somebody to love you.
If you ever need somebody to care.
Stick your finger up in the air.
An’ baby I’ll be there.
Wooo-oooo-oooo.

Cause Pink and Black is comin’ back.
An’ Pink and Black is comin’ back.
An’ Pink and Black is comin’ back.
Pink and Black, well, Pink and Black is comin’ back,
Is comin’ back for you an’ me.

If you ever need to boogie-woogie.
If you ever need to dirty bop, um-bop.
Well, baby don’t stop, um-bop.
‘Cause I’ll be dancin’ there, too-ooo-ooo.
Sho-doh-n-doh-doo-dooo-ooo-doo-dooo-hooo-oooo-hoo-doo-doo-doo-dooooo-ooo.

If you ever need some brown penny loafers.
If you ever need some bobby sox.
Well, baby, don’t leave the hop.
Just stay on top and bop,
Like we did in school.
We’ll both be cool.

Cause Pink and Black is comin’ back.
An’ Pink and Black is comin’ back.
An’ Pink and Black is comin’ back.
An’ Pink and Black, Pink and Black is comin’ back,
Is comin’ back for you an’ me.

Whoo-hooo-hooo-hee-hee-hee-hee-hoo-hooo, soh-doh-n-doh-doo-dooo-ooo-doo-dooo-hooo.

Yeah so come with me to 1953.
We’ll bring back all of our used-to-be’s.
Yeah, Pink and Black,
She’s a-comin’ back for you and me.
Whoooit, whoooit, whoit, whoit, whoit, whoit, whooo.”

[Applause]

This song is called “Cowboy and the Stranger.”

Cowboy of the prairie.
Cowboy of the plains.
Falling from the saddle.
Yeah, they’re grabbing for the reigns.
Landing on the death rocks
With his bullet hole and his gun.
Yeah, dyin’ there but breathin’
The stains in the sun.

Well, the cowboy is lying
Under pale red sky.
Yeah, the cowboy is a-dyin’
Under a still-red sky.
Yes, the cowboy surrenders,
Stay down, roll over, and cry-ee-yi-yi-yi-yippee-yiiiiiii.

Then along comes a stranger with a Bible’s in his hand.
An’ he takes the cowboy’s water
Between dust from a Promised Land.
And stranger leaves him a-lyin’,
A-feelin’ no remorse.
He’s a-headin’ for Amarillo
And a-ridin’ the cowboy’s horse.

Yeah, the cowboy is lyin’
Under blood-cloud sky.
Yeah, the cowboy is dyin’
Under blood-crowd sky.
Yes, the cowboy surrenders,
Stay down, roll over and cry-ee-yi-yi-yi-yippee-yiiiiiii, oh.

Ah, but the cowboy he starts singin’
The soft coyote sound
For the times he was a wild one
Shooting up border town.
Yeah with boots off an’ a-bleedin’.
Yeah the day was almost gone,
Yet the cowboy keeps his singin’
While the stranger he passes on.

Yeah, the cowboy is lyin’
Under the final sky.
Oh, the cowboy is dyin’
Under the vinyl sky.
An’ the cowboy remembers
A stranger who passed him by-ee-yi-yi-yi-yippee-yiiiiiiii-oh.

[Applause]

This is the last song. It’s called “Maybe.” Maybe.

Maybe you’ll make it tomorrow;
Maybe you’ll make it today.
I don’t know if I’ll even go
but I’m sure that’ll get away.
Maybe you’ll make it
Or maybe you’ll break it
Or maybe you’ll take it
Or even forsake it tomorrow.
Yeah an’ maybe even today.
I don’t even know if I’m gonna go
But I sure that’ll get away.
Yeah, I’m sure that’ll get away.

Maybe you’ll make it on the highway.
Maybe you’ll make it town.
I don’t know if I have to go
But I should be moving around.
Maybe you’ll will it
Or maybe you’ll thrill it
Or maybe you’ll spill it,
I ain’t try to kill it, tomorrow.
No, yeah, maybe even today.
An’ I don’t even know if I want to go
But I’m sure gonna get away.
Yeah, I’m sure gonna get away.

Yeah, well, maybe I’ll make it tomorrow.
Maybe again I won’t.
I don’t know and I don’t care
Jus’ as long as I know I don’t.
Yeah, maybe I’ll leave it
Or maybe I’ll grieve it
Or maybe deceive it
Or even believe it, tomorrow.
Yeah, then maybe some other day.
Ah, but one thing I know if I never go
I’m sure I’ll be leavin’ today.
Yeah, the one thing I know
If I never go
I’m sure I’ll be leavin’ today.
Bom-bom-ba.

[Applause]

[Applause]

Uh, all these songs are from a series called “Juarez Series.”

Well, I am a Texican badman.
An’ I gotta pistol in my hand.
An’ I’m gonna go across that Rio Grande hiiiii-yi
Where the women are willin’
And life there is thrillin’
Gonna make me a killin’
In Juarez.

I’m gonna meet me a fine señorita.
I’m gonna tip her my hat when I meet her.
I’m gonna take her out and dine her on tortilla hii-hiii.
An’ you love her, you bought her
And if you didn’t you ought’er. Get a little off that daughter
From Juarez.

[Applause]

Well, I’m sittin’ in a border palace
I’s drinkin’ [suckin?] on Dos Equis beer.
Yeah, I’m sittin’ with Greasy Alice
Ah, just suckin’ on Dos Equis beer.
An’ I want to be Los Angeles
But it’s bad enough, goddammit, down here.

Well, I can feel my skinny body,
Slip like a knife into her perfume.
Yeah, I feel my skinny body
Stab the wall of a [her?] naked room.
Ah there just ain’t enough of that tight white cotton
To a-hide her evil from my boom.

Well, I can hear her dead [red?] mouth whisper,
Leakin’ from down the hall.
I hear her dry hips blister,
Rubbin’ noises behind the wall.
Then like a street [scream she says?] she wants it tough,
I suddenly ain’t got nobody but that’s enough.

Oh, I’m sittin’ in a border palace
Suckin’ on Dos Equis beer.
Yeah, suckin’ with them Spanish Alice
Suckin’ on Dos Equis beer
An’ I want to be Los Angeles
But it’s bad enough, goddammit, goddammit, goddammit, down here.

[Applause]

I feel just like a dogwood tree.
Yes, somebody come an’ carve a cross outta me.
An’ a-carry me down to Jerusalem
An’ a-people get me to the carpenter’s son.
Oooooo-oooo-ooo.

He carried my weight up the gold got off the plain.
Yes, sky turned black, Lord, it started to rain.
An’ the soldiers with their hammers drove his white a-hands to me
An’ I made him a part of a dogwood tree.
Ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-ooooo.

An’ a-he may be gone far away from here.
Yes, the sun may shine bright, Lord, the sky might be clear.
But darn it the Jews outta nail him an’ me
Lingers dark in the bark of a dogwood.

Yeah, so, girl, I get down on my knees and I appeal to you.
Oh, Blundie, my Blundie,
girl, won’t you come an’ ride with me?
Stuff your clothes in a sack,
come an’ jump on my back
down a highway.
Yeah, I’m headin’ for Juarez
an’ my way up Cortez,
Colorado,
an’ I need a-your soft skin next a-mine once again,
yeah, when I go.

Yeah, Blundie, sweet, sweet, Blundie,
girl, won’t you come an’ break loose with me?
I got my knife an’ my gun,
we can have lots of fun
down a highway.
Cause I’m crashin’ the state line,
a-headin’ for hard time
this Sunday
an’ I need a-you tattoo
next a-mine when I do,
aww, Chic Blundie.

[Applause]

Well, I’m a-writin’ on a rock across the USA.
Writin’ on a rock every night an’ every day.
Writin’ on a rock, boy, all the way.
You’re writin’ on a rock across the USA.

Yeah, your life is long or your life is short
But every man he gotta leave his mark
So I got my pencil and got my chalk
An’ there ain’t any made I can’t make talk, right on.

Yeah, I’m writin’ on a rock across the USA.
They’re writin’ on a rock a-every night an’ every day
Writin’ on a rock, boy, all the way.
A-writin’ on a rock across the USA.

I remember once down in Galveston, a hurricane ripped the sea.
The people there well they braved the wind just to see what my mark would be.
So I climbed the cliffs an’ I reached the top with a pencil in my hand.
I scribbled down the mysteries an’ I stopped at howlin’ wind.

Yeah, they’re writin’ on a rock across the USA.
They’re writin’ on a rock every night an’ every day.
Wherever you’re at, boy, I’m right in your way.
If you’re writin’ on a rock across the USA.

I remember down in Los Angeles an earthquake shook the land.
The people screamed for the shakes to stop but they needed the writin’ hand.
So I found a rock and wrote a note an’ dropped it in the sand.
As soon as it hit, all the shaking stopped, but I’m a-writin’ on the road again.

Yeah, they’re writin’ on a rock across the USA.
They’re writin’ on a rock a-every night an’ every day.
Writin’ on a rock, boy, all the way.
Writin’ on a rock across the USA.

[Applause]

All right this next song is called “The Radio and Real Life” and this is the song of the radio. [Clucks] The radio’s on. [Clucks]

You got to open your life to some better things.
You got to open your soul like a door.
An’ let your heart roll out and let it ramble about
with the ones that you love for sure.

[Clucks] This is “Real Life.”

Well I’m goin’ down to the waterside.
I’m gonna get on over to the other side.
Gonna love you like you never been loved before, Yeah, loved before, waa, loved before, waa, loved before.

Yeah, an’ baby you better be open wide
cause we not gettin’ down inside,
I’m gonna touch you, ha, like you’ve never been touched before,
Ah, touched before, touched before, not touched before.
And that’s damn good way to spend a goddamn day.

[Clucks] This is the radio.

You’ve got to open your life to some better things.
You got to open your soul like a door
Let your heart roll out and let it ramble about
with the ones that you love for sure.

[Clucks]

Yes an’ when I’m a-layin’ up on toppa you,
You gonna be on top, too
Because I’m gonna move you like you’ve never been moved before
Ahh, moved before, yeah, moved before, waaa, moved before.

Yeah an’ when it’s over an’ you’re sound asleep
The sun gonna shine down on your feet.
It gonna warm you, ahh, like you’ve never been warmed before
Yeah, warmed before, ahh, warmed before.
Waaa, touched before.
Waaa, loved before.
An’ that’s a damn good way to spend a goddamn day.

[Clucks]

You’ve got to open your life to some better things.
You got to open your soul like a door.
Let your heart roll out and let it ramble about,
with the ones that you love for sure.

[Applause]

Uhh, this last song of this set is called-a … it’s called “Off Malibu” and it’s dedicated to Mike Baylog and all the other surfer boys and girls.

A great surfer is dead. And jus’ before he died,
this is what he said:

“Oh, lay me out on my board
an’ put me in my Woody Ford.
An’ drive me down to the beaches off Malibu.
an’ hear the little surfers cry
as you drive my Woody by,
a-shedding tears in the waters off Malibu.

In Malibu Blue I belong to you.
I turned every trick I knew.
Now my body’s all broke
and you think it’s a joke
but I hung 10 my last time for you.

So take my body out to sea
an’ you can bury what’s left of me
in the waters I crash off Malibu.
An’ take my darling’s swimmin’ clothes
an’ you can burn the best a-those (in Catalina)
but cast the ashes on the water off Malibu.

An’ Malibu Blue, I belong to you.
I turned every trick for you.
Now my body’s all broke
an’ you think it’s a joke
but I hung 10 my last time for you.”

An’ the surfer’s last wish, fed all the fish off Malibu.

[Applause]

Ah, this is “Truckload Of Art” again. It’s an appropriate song for this little place.

With a truckload of art came a-rollin’ down the road.
Yeah, the driver was singing and the sunset was pretty
but the truck turned over and she rolled off the road.

Well, the truckload of art, it’s burning near the highway.
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground.
Oh, a terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren’t nobody around.

[Yodel]

Yeah, the driver went sailing a-high in the sky,
Landing in the gold lap of the Lord
Who’s smiled and said, “Son, you’re better off dead
Than haulin’ a truckload full a hot avant-garde.”

Yeah, the truckload it’s a-burning near the highway.
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground.
Oh, a terrible sight if a person were to see it.
But there weren’t nobody around.

Yes an important artwork was thrown burning to the ground,
Tragically landing in the weeds.
And the smoke could be seen, boy, for miles all around,
Ah, but nobody knows what it means.

Yeah, the truckload of art is burning near the highway.
And a tough job for the highway patrol.
Yeah, they’ll soon see the smoke
An’ come runnin’ to poke,
Then dig a deep ditch an’ throw the art in the hole.

[Yodel]

Yeah, the truckload of art is a-burning near the highway.
It’s raging far out-of-control.
And what the critics have cheered
Is now shattered and queered
And their noble reviews have been stewed on the road.

Yeah, the truckload of art is burning near the highway.
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground.
Whoa a terrible sight if a person were to see it.
But there weren’t nobody around.

Judith Barry
Space Invaders, 1982

I’m glad we could make the trip together. You're awfully quiet.

I know. I'm thinking.

I wish they could get rid of that fake sky.

You have to start somewhere.

I know but I'd rather see something a little more exciting, a little fresher. This looks so worn out.

I think it's reassuring. We don't know what's really out there.

No. Just more lonely stars, I guess. Almost there. There he is. I see him. Remember that? Can you pick him up yet?

No, we're not even close.

May all your dreams come true.

No.

Ok. Good, Get ready. How long?

Long enough. There's always time here.

We all the time in the world.

I think I see her.

I do too. Hang on. Don't get too excited, we'll lose him. It's out of sync right now.

Oh no.

Pay attention, this can get dangerous.

It's been so long. You don't know how much this means to me.

One night. That's all you want?

You've never been in love. You don't know how I feel.

You're sure it's not something else?

No, we can never be sure.

We got it online.

He's looking around. Do you think he knows?

It's got to be him.

Don't get your hopes up. It's hard to be a hero and don't forget the rules. You can't touch him while he's dancing.

Look, just lonely. I need someone to believe.

I know but it won't make up for the difference?

Why did you want to come here? You don't usually play.

No, but I was.

You shy?

No. It's better than the movies, it's the present.

Maybe you'll meet someone.

I have to take care of you.

Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. Gotta cut in.

We're losing him.

Oh no.

He's gone.

I always knew there were things I was missing. All around for as long as I can remember no leisure, all mediated time, valuable time which I had to absorb. So many moving symbols, images of an unshared past with only the news to deny the present, and so few ways to escape. I couldn't be blamed for dreaming, for trying to hold a place. I must have known it wouldn't be possible. No one could touch me. I was the best. There were too many dreams to be had. Nothing seemed real even then and that got in the way. Something was looking for me.

[Music plays]

I think I've got it again.

Is he ready?

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

In this room I can't tell what time it is. It could be yesterday or tomorrow.

What's happening? Answer me.

Quiet. You're breaking the connection. Relax.

Nothing has been the same. Why am I so tired all the time?

What would happen if we stopped?

Nothing.

Then we can't let that happen to him.

Please try to drop me in.

He's just marking time.

No, he's asleep.

He's dancing.

Why didn’t you wake him?

What's he thinking?

He's afraid he'll lose his place, his dreams.

Are you saying that to frighten me?

You have all the time.

That's all right.

We're in the same time.

I must have known that. I was dreaming for someone. I thought they were mine. I guess it made me stumble. How long have I been lying there?

You shouldn't have left the TV on.

So many worlds, all trying to get in. My world, waiting for me. They all look the same and the hidden disappearing past.

You couldn't believe that the future had come.

I had my dreams. I tried to turn the set back.

In your faith. Try to hold him. Don't let go.

There's no escape.

I was so sure I was going somewhere. I had been so careful. I knew the only way to live was to claim the past or to try to dream. Everyone can be a star. It could happen at any time. In order to get me you'll have to catch me in my present.

You wanted this.

This is your big break.

You're a star.

I'm a star.

Allen Ruppersberg and Amanda Ross-Ho
The Meaning of Plus and Minus, 2011

“I Just Steal Away and Pray” by Maddox Brothers and Rose

Every time I do a deed I shouldn’t do,
every time I say a word I shouldn’t say,
let me tell you what I do and it brings a blessing, too,
I just steal away somewhere and pray.

I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away and pray,
and I ask the blessed Lord to lead the way.
I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away somewhere and pray.

Oftentimes I’m made to bow my head in shame
at some evil thought or deed along life’s way,
but I never am ashamed of the Savior’s blessed name,
I just steal away somewhere and pray.

I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away and pray,
and I ask the blessed Lord to lead the way.
I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away somewhere and pray.

Christ the Savior always hears and answers prayers,
and He gives me many blessings every day.
When I fail to do my best,
and I fail to pass the test,
I just steal away somewhere and pray.

I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away and pray,
and I ask the blessed Lord to lead the way.
I just steal away and pray.
I just steal away pray.
I just steal away somewhere and pray.

“Jelly, Jelly” by Josh White

Hello, baby, I had to call you on the phone.
I said hello, baby, I had to call you on the phone.
You know I feel so lonesome, Josh wants his baby home.
It’s a-downright rotten, low-down dirty shame.
It’s a-downright rotten, low-down dirty shame.
You mistreat me, baby. God knows I’m not to blame.

Well it’s jelly, jelly, jelly, jelly stays on my mind.
Hey Lordy, mama.
Great God Almighty.
Jelly, jelly, jelly, jelly stays on my mind.
Jelly roll killed my mammy; snapped my pappy stone-blind.

I got 19 women. Live in my neighborhood.
I ain’t lyin’. Great God Almighty.
19 women livin’ in my neighborhood.
18 are fools; other gal just ain’t no doggone good.
But she makes me holla, “ho baby, hoo, baby, hoo-ooo.”
Make me holla, “ahhh-ow, baby, hoo, baby, ooo-ooo.”
I love you, baby, what more can a poor man do?

“Rosetta” by Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys

Rosetta, my Rosetta, in my heart there’s, there’s no one but you.
Just a-you, sweetheart.
You told me that you love me.
Never leave me for somebody new.

Don’t ever leave me; don’t break my heart.
You made my whole life a dream. I pray you make it come true.
God bless you, honey.
Rosetta, my Rosetta, please say I’m just the one, dear, for you.

“Good Gracious Gracie!” by Light Crust Doughboys

Good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, Gracie.
Look what you’ve done to me.
Good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, Gracie.
I’m going crazy, can’t you see?
Good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, Gracie.
Please let me make you mine.
One little kiss would change all of this.
Good gracious, oh Gracie be mine.

Good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, Gracie.
Look what you’ve done to me.
Good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, Gracie.
I’m going crazy, can’t you see?
Good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, Gracie.
Please let me make you mine.
One little kiss would change all of this.
Good gracious, oh Gracie be mine.

“Go! Go! Go!” by The Treniers

If you ever go to a session or dance
and you want the sax man to prance.
When the band starts swingin’,
get the crowd to join in singin’.
Go, go, go, turn him on, man.
Go, go, go, make him blow, man.
Go, go, go with the beat, man.
Go, go, go, watch him go, man.
Go, go, go, that’s a swinging phrase.
No!

Clap your hands and jump and shout.
The band will really knock you out.
If you want to keep them swingin’,
don’t ever stop your singin’.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go, that’s a swinging phrase.

Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
Go!

“The House of Blue Lights” by Freddie Slack, featuring Ella Mae Morse with Don Raye

Don Raye: Well whatcha say, baby? You look ready as Mr. Freddie this black. How ‘bout you and me goin’ spinnin’ at the track?

Elle Mae Morse: What’s that, homie? If you think I’m going dancin’ on a dime, your clock is tickin’ on the wrong time.

Don Raye: Well, what’s your pleasure, treasure? You call the plays, I’ll dig the ways.

Ella Rae Morse: Hey daddy-o, I’m not so crude as to drop my mood on a square from way back. I’m in there and have to dig life with father, and I mean Father Slack.

Don Raye: Well, baby, your play gives my wig a solid flip. You snap the whip, I’ll make the trip.

Ella Rae Morse: Well, lace up your boots and we’ll broom on down
to a knocked-out shack on the edge of town.
There’s an eight-beat combo that just won’t quit.
Keep walkin’ ‘til you see a blue light lit.
Fall in there and we’ll see some sights
at the House of Blue Lights.

There’s fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs.
But the treat of the treats is when they serve you those fine eight beats.
You want to spend the rest of your brights,
down at the House,
the House of Blue Lights.

[Scatting]

Ey, we’ll have a time and we’ll cut some rug,
while we dig those tunes like they should be dug.
It’s a real homecomin’ for all those cats,
just trilly down a path of welcome mats.
Fall in there and we’ll see some sights,
at the House,
the House of Blue Lights.

[Scatting]

“Jim Dandy” by LaVerne Baker and the Gliders

Ah-oo. Ah-oo. Ah-oo.

Jim Dandy to the rescue!
Jim Dandy to the rescue.
Jim Dandy to the rescue.
Go, Jim Dandy!
Go, Jim Dandy!

Jim Dandy on a mountaintop.
Thirty thousand feet to drop.
Spied a lady on a runaway horse.
Uh-huh, that’s right, of course.
Jim Dandy to the rescue!
Go, Jim Dandy!
Go, Jim Dandy!

Jim Dandy met a girl named Sue.
She was feeling kind of blue.
Jim Dandy, he’s the kind of guy,
never liked to see a little girl cry.
Jim Dandy to the rescue!
Go, Jim Dandy!
Go, Jim Dandy!

Jim Dandy to the rescue!
Jim Dandy to the rescue.
Jim Dandy to the rescue.
Go, Jim Dandy!
Go!

Jim Dandy in a submarine.
Got a message from a mermaid queen.
She was hanging from a fishing line.
Jim Dandy didn’t waste no time.
Jim Dandy to the rescue!
Go, Jim Dandy!
Go, Jim Dandy!

Jim Dandy wanted to go to Maine.
Got a ticket on a DC plane.
Jim Dandy didn’t need no suit.
He was hip and ready to boot.
Jim Dandy to the rescue!
Go, Jim Dandy!
Go, Jim Dandy!

Go, go, go, Jim Dandy.
Go, go go, Jim Dandy.
Go, go, go, Jim Dandy.
Go on, Jim Dandy. Jim Dandy’s gone.
Aww, yes Dandy.

“That Glory Bound Train” by Roy Acuff and his Smoky Mountain Boys

Come and listen, won’t you, brother?
Have you heard or don’t you know?
There’s a train that’s bound for Glory, will you ride it when it goes?

Has your ticket yet been purchased for that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride, that Glory-bound train?
Will you ride that train to Glory, by-and-bye?

Have you made all preparations?
Reservations all complete?
When you hear the whistle blowing, will you be there at your seat?

Has your ticket yet purchased for that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Will you ride that train to Glory, by-and-by?

Oh, the headlight will be gleaming.
Jesus is the engineer.
Will you ride His train to Glory or will He leave you here?

Has your ticket yet purchased for that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Will you ride that train to Glory, by-and-by?

When these golden bells start ringing,
ringing on the golden cord,
will you have your ticket ready when you hear that “All aboard”?

Has your ticket yet purchased for that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Will you ride that train to Glory, by-and-by?

When you hear it in the distance,
hear its mighty drivers roll,
just a little while to tarry then we’ll walk the streets of gold.

Has your ticket yet purchased for that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Oh, will you ride that Glory-bound train?
Will you ride that train in Glory, by-and-by?

“Rock of Ages” by Lester McFarland and Robert A. Gardner

Rock of Ages, cleft for me.
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Let the water and the blood,
from Thy wounded side which flowed,
be of sin the double cure,
save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears forever flow?
Could my zeal no languor know?
Thee for sin could not atone,
Thou must save and Thou alone.
In my hand no prize I bring.
Simply to Thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes shall close in death,
when I rise to worlds unknown,
and behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Age, cleft for me.
Let me hide myself in Thee.

“He Will Set Your Fields on Fire” by Maddox Brothers and Rose

There’s a call, let it ring,
for the ones who sing
to those that are gone astray,
saying come ye, men,
and your load of sin
there at the altar lay.
You don’t seem to heed
and the chain of greed,
your conscience never tire.
Be assured my friend
if you still offend,
He will set your fields on fire.

If you don’t from sin retire,
He will set your fields on fire.
You have heard Jesus call
and He said your soul must fall.
And my friends if you desire,
you may join the heavenly choir,
and rejoice with Him,
free from every sin
when He sets this world on fire.

You have heard His voice,
seen the soul rejoice
that trusted in His grace.
You have blushed with sin
as He knocked within
but you still you hide your face,
from the blessed Lord
and His own true Word
but still you say retire.
Leave that downward path
and don’t knock His wrath
or He’ll set your fields on fire.

If you don’t from sin retire,
He will set your fields on fire.
You have heard Jesus call
and He said your soul must fall.
And my friends if you desire,
you may join the heavenly choir,
and rejoice with Him,
free from every sin,
when He sets this world on fire.

“Rock the Joint” by Bill Haley with The Saddlemen

We gonna tear down the mailbox, rip out the floor,
smash out the windows, and knock down the door.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock this joint tonight.

Well, six times six is 36,
I ain’t gonna hit for six more licks.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock this joint tonight.

Do the Sugar-Foot Rag, side-by-side,
a-flyin’ low and a-flyin’ wide.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock this joint tonight.

Do an Old Paul Jones and a Virginia Reel,
just to let your feet know how you feel.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock this joint tonight.

Well six times six is 36,
I ain’t gonna hit for six more licks.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock, rock this joint.
We’re gonna rock this joint tonight.

“Watch Dog” by Lula Reed

Well, I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.
Well, I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.
Well, I don’t want no man who hangs around peepin’
when he ought to be home in his bed sleepin’.
I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.

Well, I’m tired of you watchin’ me, night-and-day.
Actin’ like you think I’m gonna run away.
You never give me time to be alone,
just like a hound dog watchin’ a bone.

I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.
Well, I don’t want no man being a watch dog over me.
Well, I don’t want no man, who runs around peepin’
when he ought to be home in his bed sleepin’.
I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.

Well, I can’t even go and call a friend,
without you askin’ me where I’ve been.
You always talkin’ about something you heard,
and I don’t get a chance to say a moanin’ word.

I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.
Well, I don’t want no man being a watchdog over me.
Well, I don’t want no man who hangs around peepin’
when he ought to be home in his bed sleepin’.
I don’t want no man bein’ a watchdog over me.

“Steel Guitar Rag” by Les Paul and his Trio

(Jazz instrumental)

“Lay My Head Beneath the Rose” by The Carter Family

Darling, clasp me to your bosom, as you did in days of yore.
Lay your hand upon my forehead, ere I reach the golden shore.
Life is from me fastly falling, soon I’ll be in sweet repose.
When I’m gone I ask this favor: lay my head beneath the rose.

Darling, first you said you loved me, when you gave me hand and heart.
There were roses on your cheeks, love, as we vowed we ne’er would part.
One more kiss for I am going, far beyond all earthly woe.
May your life be like your cheeks, love, covered with the blossomed rose.

He has crossed the shadowed valley, where the living waters flow.
Love has answered all his pleading, and he sleeps in sweet repose.
‘Neath a grassy mound he’s resting, where the golden sunset glows.
Love has answered all his pleading, and he sleeps in sweet repose.

“Without Love (There Is Nothing)” by Clyde McPhatter

I awakened this morning, I was filled with despair.
All my dreams turned to ashes and gone.
As I looked at my life, it was barren and bare.
Without love, I’ve had nothing at all.

Without love, I’ve had nothing.
Without love, I’ve had nothing at all.
I have conquered the world, but what did I have.
Without love, I had nothing at all.

Once I had a sweetheart who loved only me.
There was nothing that she would not give.
I was blind to her goodness and I could not see,
that a heart without love cannot live.

Without love I’ve had nothing.
Without love, I’ve had nothing at all.
Yes, I’ve conquered the world, all but one thing did I have.
Without love, I had nothing at all.

“Annie Had a Baby” by The Midnighters

Annie had a baby, can’t work no more.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Annie had a baby, can’t work no more.
Every time we start to working, she has to stop and walk the baby ‘cross the floor.

She has to walk with the baby, instead of me.
Talk to the baby, instead of me.
Sing to the baby, instead of me.
Cling to the baby, instead of me.
Now I know Annie understood that’s what happens when the getting’ gets good.

Annie had a baby, can’t work no more.
No, no, no, no.
Annie had a baby, can’t work no more.
Every time we start to working, she has to stop and walk the baby ‘cross the floor.

She has to walk with the baby, instead of me.
Talk to the baby, instead of me.
Sing to the baby, instead of me.
Cling to the baby, instead of me.
Now I know Annie understood that’s what happens when the getting’ gets good.

Annie had a baby, can’t work no more.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Annie had a baby, can’t work no more.
Every time we start to working, she has to stop and walk the baby ‘cross the floor.

“The Death of Floyd Collins” by Red River Dave

Oh, come all you young people and listen while I tell
the fate of Floyd Collins, the lad we all know well.
His face was fair and handsome; his heart was true and brave.
His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

How sad, how sad the story, it fills our eyes with tears.
Its memories will linger for many, many years.
A brokenhearted father who tried his boy to save,
will now weep tears of sorrow at the door of Floyd’s cave.

Oh, mother don’t you worry, dear father don’t be sad.
I’ll tell you all my troubles in an awful dream I’ve had.
I dreamed that I was a prisoner, my life I could not save.
I cried, “Oh must I perish here within this silent cave?”

Oh, how the news did travel. Oh, how the news did go.
It traveled through the papers and over the radio.
A rescue party gathered, his life they tried to save,
but his body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

But on that fatal morning, the sun rose in the sky.
The workers still were busy, “We’ll save him by-and-by.”
But oh, how sad the ending, his life could not be saved.
His body then was sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

Young people, oh, take warning from Floyd Collins’s fate,
and get right with your maker before it is too late.
It may not be a “Sand Cave” in which we find our tomb,
but at the bar of judgement we too must meet our doom.

“Blow Your Brains Out” by Wynonie Harris

That was Oklahoma City, time marches on, they look pretty.
Baby, time marches, marches, marches.
Now I want you meet Tom Archer.
Blow it, Tom Archer.

Tom Archer blows.
Yes, I’ll bet you ain’t heard nothing until you heard Oklahoma yet.
He’ll blow on that horn, yes now, whatcha bet?
Oklahoma!

Well, oop bop-sh’bam, the boy’s really knockin’ me out.
Yeah, zoo-bop-sh’bam, the boys are knocking me out.
Tom Archer in Oklahoma know what a saxophone’s about.
Lord, blow your brains.
Lord, Oklahoma, Tom Archer, you know what it’s all about.
Blow your brains out.

“The Lightning Express” by Pie Plant Pete

Oh, the Lightning Express from the depot so grand had started out on its way.
All of the people who were onboard seemed to be happy and gay,
except a little boy in a seat by himself, a-reading a letter he had.
It was plain to be seen by the tears in his eyes that the contents of it made him sad.
The stern old conductor do come through the car taking tickets from everyone there.
He finally reached the side of the boy and he gruffly demanded his fare.
“I have us no ticket,” the boy then replied, “but I’ll pay you back someday.”
“I’ll have to put you off at the next station,” he said, but he stopped when he heard the boy say:
“Oh, please, Mr. Conductor, don’t put me off of your train,
for the best friend I have in this wide world is waiting for me in pain.
Expecting to die any moment and may not live through the day.
I wanna bid mama goodbye, sir, before our God takes her away.”

A little girl in a seat close by said, “To put that boy off it’s a shame.”
And taking his hand, a collection she made and soon paid his way on the train.
“I’m obliged to you, miss, for your kindness to me.” “You’re welcome, I’m sure, never fear.”
Each time the conductor would come through the car, these words seemed to ring in his ear:
“Oh please, Mr. Conductor, don’t put me off a-your train,
for the best friend I have in this wide world is waiting for me in pain.
Expect her to die any moment and may not live through the day.
I wanna bid mama goodbye, sir, before our God takes her away.”