Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet sherry?Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet sherry?Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were fin'lly delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
But where are you tonight, sweet sherry?Well, I don't know how it happened
But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate
But ev'rybody else, even yourself
They're just gonna have to wait.Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet sherry?Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
That a man can't give his address out to bad company
And now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wond'ring where you are tonight, sweet sherry.
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Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, "This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem." I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTellWell, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTellSee them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning hear the undertaker's bell nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTellThere's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTellWell, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell
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One time in London I'd gone out for a walk, Past a place called Hyde park where people talk 'Bout all kinds of different gods, they have their point of view To anyone passing by, that's who they're talking to.There was someone on a platform talking to the folks About the T.V. god and all the pain that it invokes. "It's too bright a light", he said, "For anybody's eyes, If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."I moved in closer, got up on my toes, Two men in front of me were coming to blows The man was saying something 'bout children when they're young Being sacrificed to it while lullabies are being sung."The news of the day is on all the time, All the latest gossip, all the latest rhyme, Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free, Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.""Pray for peace!". he said, you could feel it in the crowd. My thoughts began to wander. His voice was ringing loud, "It will destroy your family, your happy home is gone No one can protect you fro it once you turn it on.""It will led you into some strange pursuits, Lead you to the land of forbidden fruits. It will scramble up your head and drag your brain about, Sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.""It's all been designed", he said, "To make you lose your mind, And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find." "Everytime you look at it, your situation's worse, If you feel it grabbing out for you, send for the nurse."The crowd began to riot and they grabbed hold of the man, There was pushing, there was shoving and everybody ran. The T.V. crew was there to film it, they jumped right over me, Later on that evening, I watched it on T.V..
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John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all. His mama's face broke out all in a grin."Oh son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine, You make me proud to know you hold a gun. Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get, And we'll put them on the wall when you come home."As that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout, Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood: "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know." She made well sure her neighbors understood.She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door. And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun, And these things you called a good old-fashioned war.Oh! Good old-fashioned war!Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come. They ceased to come for about ten months or more. Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train. Your son's a-coming home from the war."She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight. But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last, When she did she could hardly believe her eyes.Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist. He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know, While she couldn't even recognize his face!Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face."Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done. How is it you come to be this way?" He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away."Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud. You wasn't there standing in my shoes.""Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'. But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine."Oh! Lord! Just like mine!"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink, That I was just a puppet in a play. And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke, And a cannon ball blew my eyes away."As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand. But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand.