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My Name Is Buddy Ry Cooder Now my name is Buddy, don't you pity me Don't you pity me, don't you pity me My name is Buddy, don't you pity me Don't you pity me, don't you pity me Just because I ain't so big, you think I'm small Well Cat And Mouse Ry Cooder Well I had an Uncle Charley, back in my hometown Said, Don't take no mice to be your friend 'Cause they'll wait till you're asleep and steal your money and your food And rat you out when the police come Sundown Town Ry Cooder Mine eyes have seen the beauty of a land bright and fair My soul looked out and wondered, can we make the journey there But I've lost my sight and I have to be led Well I mean to work for justice till It's Just Work For Me Ry Cooder Well I got my old bulldozer. Got my dozer-hauling truck. And I got my demolition order, Got to be out there by sunup. So I head west on Arroyo, Right turn at Bishop Road. Green Dog Ry Cooder Walkin' cross the desert, it ain't no fun Too hot in the daytime, too much sun Lefty says we'll cross at nighttime Like my people always have done Keep moving, quit nagging Walk, don't run I ask Lefty, Christmas In Southgate Ry Cooder of a churchgoing man But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin If Jesus and Santa Claus ever get back down to Southgate again Well, the telephone rang and it jumped off the wall Says, We're sorry, Buddy Tamp' Em Up Solid Ry Cooder Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down Baby, when you Cardboard Avenue Ry Cooder Well, thank you for the drink my friend, that's alright with me Let's drink to the workingman, wherever he might be Remember what he stood up for and the struggles he went through Then let us take a little Speedo Ry Cooder Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Earl] Well, now they often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl [Earl, Mr. Don't Call Me Red Ry Cooder Cooder Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan. Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man. He's been to school and he can see what's best for all of you. Take Your Hands Off It Ry Cooder Get your dirty hands off my Constitution now It was written down you can't tear it down Hear me talking to you buddy I swear it's true Take your hands off it you know it don't belong to you Get your Three Chords and the Truth Ry Cooder prison yard They were taking poor Joe, chained and bound, to a Utah firing squad Well he turned and looked at me right then, sayin', Don't you be misled They're trying to tear our free speech down, and Buddy No Banker Left Behind Ry Cooder My telephone rang one evening, my buddy called for me Said the bankers are all leavin', you better come round and see It started revelation, they robbed the nation blind, They're all down at the station Married Man's A Fool Ry Cooder friend, Louie Brown, he was a deacon Just as wise as he could be Now I realized he could read the Good Book Back from Revelations down to Genesis You know last Sunday morning we was over to the church My France Chance Ry Cooder Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the Hank Williams Ry Cooder we'll go out riding in his great big car With the little radio that's built right in I'd sit up front there with him and his old guitar And listen while the DJ played "Your Cheatin' Heart" again "Well, Buddy Going to Tampa Ry Cooder Goodbye my honey farewell my baby Don't look for me around convention time I'm bound for Tampa in the great state of Florida To see some distinguished friends of mine Mitt and Rick and the pitbulls the Mama, Don't Treat Your Daughter Mean Ry Cooder (Ry Cooder) Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean 'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen It was late last Friday evening, when Blue Suede Shoes Ry Cooder step on my blue suede shoes You can do anything that you want to do But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes And don't you step on my blue suede shoes You can burn my house, steal my car And drink my liquor Vigilante Man Ry Cooder I've been hearin' his (B7) name all over the (E) land. Rainy nights down in the engine house, Sleepin' just as still as a mouse, A man came along and he chased us out in the rain. Alimony Ry Cooder (C) Look at this one, look at that one Tell me do they look like me All my (F) friends said, don't you worry Said they'll testify for (C) me Well, I (G) wonder which of (F) my friends had it in for Johnny Porter Ry Cooder you make your mother worry And it's hurts inside to sit and watch her cry And it will be a long time before she knows the answer But it won't be long before she will see ya die Well, I was standing in my Police Dog Blues Ry Cooder All my life I've been a travellin' man All my life I've been a travellin' man Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my trunk down to Tennessee Ship my trunk down to Tennessee It's hard to tell J. Edgar Ry Cooder Edgar was his name He'd eat up all our victuals and start back up again Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane Well, that's how J. Shine Ry Cooder But I don't care a bit Here's how I figure it Well, just because my hair is curly And just because my teeth are pearly Just because I always wear a smile Likes to dress up in the latest style Brother Is Gone Ry Cooder We met old Satan down where the two roads crossed Just me and brother Dave by my side It was in the prairie town of Wichita We shook hands with Satan on a deal that night You will be exalted in the I Need A Woman Ry Cooder It's been raining in my mouth all day Dripping down to my clothes My patience it is wearing thin Got a fire inside my nose Searching for the truth the way God designed it The truth is I might drown before Suitcase In My Hand Ry Cooder and you're tired of rambling round Just set her on the ground and climb right in You won't ever have to worry about the cold night wind When you got your little suitcase in your hand Little suitcase in my The Dying Truck Driver Ry Cooder Joaquin was all in bloom, and songbirds everywhere We chanced upon a workingman, lying by the road I judged him for a truck driver by the clothes he wore We drew some nearer to him then, inquirin' of his name 634-5789 Ry Cooder Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me And if you want some kissin', call on me, baby No more lonely nights will you be alone All you got to do is pick up your telephone And dial 634-5789,