LYRICS

FRONT-FINAL

A Correspondence

Jimmy writes, “We miss you back home but you had to go.                                 

If you don’t try now, you’ll never know.

It’s your show, give ‘em what for.”

Louise writes, “Jimmy, I knew you’d understand.

I’m a damn fool never making you my man,

My best friend, Jim.”

Jimmy writes, “Don’t waste no time worrying over me.

You’ll be there in no time if they see what I see, Louise.”

Louise writes, “The grind out here ain’t no joke.

The air makes a country girl wanna choke.

It’s all smoke that they blow.”

Jimmy writes, “Just pick yourself up and walk on.

Enclosed you’ll find a ten to get drunk on, don’t tell your mom.

Little girl, stay strong.”

Louise writes, “Jimmy I wanna come home.

I’m beat and tired and I’m all alone.

Gonna call on the phone in a week or so.”

Jimmy writes, “If a need is bad enough to hock it all,

ain’t no deed bad enough to haunt your soul.

But that’s just Niccolò. Baby, I don’t know.”

Louise writes, “Jim, I met a man, he’s in movies!

With a script he wants me to read.

Or do some scene. Or something.

Love, Louise.”

 

Don’t Go Home Tonight, Rose

Don’t go home tonight, Rose.

Just dry off, get in some of my clothes.

It may be a while before she goes,

But now she knows.

Don’t go home tonight, Rose

Don’t go home tonight, Kate.

I can’t stand up straight.

I’ll still be here in the morning

When you awake, for you to hate.

Don’t go home tonight, Kate.

Don’t go home tonight, Lil.

I ain’t yet had my fill.

We can talk when Van Vechten shot Beverly Sills,

Wilde and DeMille.

Don’t go home tonight, Lil.

I can’t be better than me, Emily.

If I couldn’t for Sandra and I wouldn’t for Anna.

It don’t mean you gotta leave, Beverly.

Sit down and have a drink, give yourself time to think.

Don’t go home tonight, Sue.

Prettiest girl from here to Kalamazoo.

I can give you what no one’s given you,

I’ll give you the truth.

Don’t go home tonight, Sue.

 

Does She Drink

Does she drink?

Yes, she drinks. But don’t we all?

Is she out drinking?

Yes, she’s out drinking, but it’s last call.

Does she get up ten feet tall, then break right down and bawl.

Does she drink?

Yes, she drinks. She drinks for us all.

Does she party?

Yes, she parties just by design.

And does she know just who to blow for a line?

And does she find herself behind the eight ball all the time?

Well, does she party?

Yes, she parties just by design.

Does she step out?

Yes, she’ll step out, she’ll step out all the time.

And is she going stepping?

Yes, she’s going stepping, she’s stepping out of line.

Does she step out?

Yes, she’ll step out, she’ll step out all the time.

 

Honey Bee

Honey bee, how can it be you don’t want me when my honey is so sweet?

Oh, my honey bee.

Honey bee, how can it be you don’t want me when my honey is so sweet?

I’m on my knees begging please.

Stay and be my queen.

Oh, my honey bee.

Sugar babe, why do you treat me this way when I work just like a slave?

Oh, my sugar babe.

Sugar babe, why do you treat me this way when I work just like a slave?

I give you good lovin’ every single day.

The kind for which good woman pray, my sugar babe.

Any other mama would be happy for a daddy like me.

A takin’ care, smooth-talkin’, good-lovin’ worker bee.

But every night I rush home just to have my angel near.

I’m a patient man, but I’ve had it up to here.

Turtle dove, don’t you cover up your love.

Well, I’d never put nothing else above my turtle dove.

Turtle dove, don’t you cover up your love.

Well, I’d never put nothing else above.

We fit together like a hand in glove.

I know you love me when push comes to shove, my turtle dove.

My sugar babe. My honey bee.

 

Doin’ Life

Walking all the lady streets isn’t all the things Jack had said it’d be.

At least not for me. Not tonight.

Dreaming smoky lustful dreams won’t get anything, anything I’ve ever seen.

And I know I’ve dreamed just right.

Doin’ life.

Reading all the great must-reads. Rimbaud and Keats, Jimmy Herlihy, y’know it ain’t

gonna get you anything.

Maybe a bookish wife.

Doin’ life. Doin’ life.

Stranger in a Greyhound seat talking too much to me about his plans to sweep some

inmate up off his feet.

Who’s doin’ life? Doin’ life.

 

Today Was a Liquor Store

Today was a liquor store, I was a drunk.

Only good for smoking and drinking away, shooting dice and making hay.

And casing the First National Bank.

Today was a millionaire, I was a bum.

And try just as hard as I might, they wouldn’t put up a fair fight.

But if you’re ready, let’s kill ‘em all.

Today was a honeymoon for a lonely groom.

She threw him out into the fog, kicked him ‘round just like a dog.

Lord knows he was her only friend.

The sun gets low and the night hits hard.

I didn’t miss her ’til they shut down the bar.

Tomorrow’s another and arise we must.

To spin the wheel and kick out the dust.

Today was a D–I–V–O–R–C–E.

Maybe not for you or for me, but for some unlucky S.O.B.

Lord, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

Today was one goddamn son of a bitch.

And now everything’s shot to shit.

Another like it and I’m liable to quit, tell my woman she can hock my ring.

Nothing means much of anything, it just drains on down the sieve.

Getting harder for a body to live but it’s the same thing any old place.

 

Houston St.

The stars never were a reality.

The moon never was a mystery to me.

The sun, nor the rain,

It was all just the same ’til Houston Street.

The dreams I possessed were half-dressed.

The lips I had kissed were never missed.

For bad or for worse,

It was all just a curse ’til Houston Street.

The neon comes alive and shines so bright, in the night.

From Main to Pine we stumble, cuss and fight.

Shoot out the lights on Houston Street.

Just kiss me once beside the Alamo before you go.

Don’t leave me drunk and broke and all alone

Cobblestoned on Houston Street.

The high life and the night life is what I knew.

The straight life and the clean life, I’ve been there, too.

But the greatest highs and lows, I’d never been shown ’til Houston Street.

 

Don’t Know My Name

I could be your greatest lover.

Put every other love to shame.

But you look at me like any other.

‘Cause you don’t know my name

I could be your sweetest affection,

But all my prayers go pleaded in vain.

For you never look in my direction

‘Cause you don’t know my name.

Don’t know my name!

A rose by another

Don’t know my name!

Smells just as sweet.

Don’t know my name!

In time you’ll discover how they’ll blossom at our feet.

I’ll never be the smile on your lips.

Your eyes meet mine but just look away.

And I’ll never speak the sweet language of your kiss,

‘Cause you don’t know my name.

 

Play Another Sad Song

Play another sad song, about a love that’s going wrong.

About a heart that’s torn into, ‘cause I ain’t got you.

Well, I’ve done all I can to get you off my mind.

But your memory endures through all this pain and time.

I’m not the last, I know I ain’t the first, to play with fire and get burned.

Drop another dollar, some George Jones would really hurt.

Play another sad song about a love that’s going wrong.

About a heart that’s torn into, ‘cause I ain’t got you.

Put another bottle down, I’m not gonna paint the town.

I’ll just sit here on this stool, true love claims another fool.

Every new day brings one more day of grief.

And every night finds me here drinking for some relief.

The jukebox is old, that’s for the best.

Wanna hear some E.T., you can leave the rest.

‘Cause you’re the only good thing that’s ever happened to me.

Play another sad song about a love that’s going wrong.

About a heart that’s torn into, ‘cause I ain’t got you.

Put another bottle down, I’m not gonna paint the town.

I’ll just sit here on this stool, true love claims another fool.

Play me some old “Lovesick Blues,” about a heart that’s torn into.

Play another sad song.

 

Rollin’ Too Hard

I guess I was rollin’ too hard.

They say a man provides the best he can, provides the best he can,

That’s why the lord gave him two hands, to work and till the land.

They say a fool, a fool just don’t understand, what makes a man a man, so he works his

ounce and his grams.

And I, I may not be a man, a fool may be just what I am,

But I’ve done the best I can to put food in my mouth and a dollar in my baby’s hand.

I guess I was rollin’ too hard.

But they made me do it, lord, they pushed me to it.

And I just don’t understand how they can lock up a hardworking man

Who never would lay a hand, just don’t have the right business plan.

And a pusher, you know a pusher ain’t got no heart.

So he’s pushing to tear yours apart. Been pushing from the start.

But you can’t push the light from the dark.

And one day, one day we may all go free when they’ve made all the money, but it ain’t

never gonna taste as sweet.

Can’t have no honey without the bee.

I guess I was rollin’ too hard.

But they made me do it, lord, they pushed me to it.

 

Tie One On

Tie one one, tie one on.

When the road won’t rise to meet you, every step stands to defeat you.

Tie one on.

Tie one one, tie one on.

When the wind shreds like a bullwhip, sidle up, take a full sip.

Tie one on.

For those behind bars, counting the stars,

Who didn’t do nothin’ but steal before they starve.

Tie one one, tie one on.

When Amanda’s mad as all hell. Crying, “You can’t unring this bell.”

Tie one on.

Tie one one, tie one on.

When the stretch ahead looks rocky and your horse’s lost his jockey.

Tie one on.

Tie one one, tie one on.

When you stand before some old judge, and his miserable fat ass won’t budge.

Tie one on.

For Stagger’s Stetson hat and my baby’s gold caps,

And the women who drive men to the grave in Cadillacs.

Tie one one, tie one on.

For tear-stained letters from kinfolk, bad tattoos, dirty old jokes.

Tie one one.

For the broken, widowed men who never loved again,

But drank themselves to death just to be with their friends.

Tie one one, tie one on.

For the line cook and the dishwasher, who’ll be joining us when they get off work.

Tie one on.