Betreff: Johnny Dowd - Wrong Side Of Memphis Datum: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 15:38:49 +0100 Von: "Gunnar Hedlund" An: "Hans Settler" Thanks to Gunnar!!! @ARTIST: Johnny Dowd @ALBUM: Wrong Side Of Memphis 1. Murder 2. Papa, oh Papa 3. Ft. Worth, Texas 4. One Way 5. Just Like A Dog 6. Average Guy 7. Ballad Of Frank And Jesse James 8. Idle Conversation 9. Wages Of Sin 10. John Deere Yeller 11. Thanksgiving Day 12. Heavenly Feast 13. First There Was 14. I Don't Exist 15. Welcome Jesus @SONG: Murder there's been a murder here today see the blood stains on the wall there's been a murder here today see the blood stains on the wall there's a body in the bedroom and another one in the hall, oh yeah there's been a murder here today, murder it's a terrible sight one victim was black the other one was white you know what I'm talkin' about there's been a murder here today, murder the weapon was a knife the woman wore a wedding ring I don't think she was his wife I don't think so there's been a murder her today a double homicide, murder I'm gonna find the killer don't matter where he hides you got that right there's been a murder here today I got blood all over my shoes read about it in the paper see it on the daily news there's been a murder here today see the blood stains on the walls there's been a murder here today see the blood stains on the walls there's a body in the bedroom and another one in the hall murder ... @SONG: Papa, Oh Papa Papa, oh Papa it's plain to see you was hoping for a daughter instead of a son like me someone who would sew your shirts someone who would bake your pies someone to look into your face with sweet adoring eyes I was the disappointment right from the start 'cause you could recognize in me your own cold heart Papa, oh Papa it's like old times you getting drunk on whiskey me getting stoned on wine David slew Goliath to right a terrible wrong gonna beat you with my fist I'm gonna kill you with this song kill you with this song kill you with this song kill you with this song I'm gonna kill you with my song kill you, kill you Papa, oh papa, kill you @SONG: Ft. Worth, Texas I was born in Ft. Worth Texas 47 years ago I spent 27 years as a free man I spent 20 on death row 20 on death row I shot and killed my girlfriend then I sat and watched her die then I turned the gun against myself but mine was a little high mine was a little high I think about her all the night I dream about her all day there's not a higher price for a man like me to pay for a man like me to pay I won't ask God for forgiveness there's still too many people I hate but she was not one of them and I realized that too late I realized that too late I won't say that I'm lonely 'cause there's too many voices in my head the one I hear most frequently says the girl you loved is dead the girl you loved is dead well, I'm gonna die tomorrow of course, I'm terrified I just wish that both of us on that faithful day I die on that faithful day I die well, I was born in Ft. Worth Texas I'm gonna die down in Tennessee you'll put me in a pauper's grave and then you'll be rid of me and then you'll be rid of me @SONG: One Way who stole my crown of spiky thorns who stole my garments all ripped and torn who stole my hammer and my nails who locked the rabbits up in jail miracles happen everyday there are two roads but there is only one real way one way, one way who plunged the sword into my side who decided I must die who took the burden of the cross who can measure what's been lost miracles happen every day there are two roads but there's only one real way one way, one way @SONG: Just Like A Dog just like a dog that's lost his bone nothing left but a clock and a telephone love's flower no longer blooms four green walls in an empty bedroom cracked voice in my drunken head telling me I'd be better off dead easy to say but hard to do besides I won't leave here without you I'm just like a dog chicken crows then you ring his neck Momma Death ain't got no respect just like that chicken I'm the walking dead over a woman I lost my head you're the needle in this junkie's arm you're the blanket keeping this baby warm you're a slop to this old Georgia hog you are to me what sunlight is to fog I'm just like a dog over and over and over again I dream of what should have been a sacred trust you did violate my love for you has turned to hate just like a dog I'm just like a dog @SONG: Average Guy I wear long sleeve shirts all winter and I wear short sleeve shirts all summer I'm an average guy I don't mean anybody harm I got reckless eyeballs I got a suicidal heart I got a robot girlfriend ripping me apart I'm an average guy I don't mean anybody any harm I got an Italian shirt it fits me like a glove I'm so full of paranoia I must be in love I'm an average guy I don't mean anybody any harm I got a chainsaw smile everyday is our wedding day I'm so existential that's why I say, what I say I'm an average guy I don't mean anybody any harm I don't mean anybody any harm I'm just an average guy @SONG: The Ballad Of Frank And Jesse James The ballad of Frank and Jesse James I wanna be buried next to Jesse James I wanna be buried next to Jesse James he was a family man he made his living robbing trains Frank and Jesse James Jesse was a soldier, so was brother Frank from the cup of humiliation both brothers drank Frank and Jesse James when I die give me no words of praise just say I was an outlaw and I rode with Jesse James Frank and Jesse James I turned my back to Jesse like Judas did to Christ he was my best friend but I had a passion for his wife Frank and Jesse James a jealous hearted man will do most anything for the death of Jesse, I am to blame Frank and Jesse James give me no funeral no words of sympathy give me no funeral no words of sympathy just bury me next to Jesse underneath the tall oak tree Frank and Jesse James ... @SONG: Idle Conversation wages of sin that's a terrible price to pay (hey hey pass me the sugar) yeah I remember him he called himself Johnny Guitar (Johnny Guitar) yeah he was a big dog (a loud mouth wasn't he) no he wasn't (I think I knew his folks) pretty well, I think it was 1967 or so (came through her in a Ford Fairlane) had a walk with him didn't he Johnny Guitar @SONG: Wages of Sin wages of sin the Ballad of Johnny Guitar I spent my high school years in Oklahoma I left as soon as I could drive it's one thing to die slowly it's another to be buried alive I spent my life seeking pleasure they called me a disreputable man I never worked a day for a living I just lived off the wages of sin I knew a pretty woman but I guess that's over now it doesn't really matter to me she never loved me anyhow but now I'm on my death bed I'm gonna die here all alone the farmer bringing in his harvest of all the wild seeds he has sowed of all the wild seeds he has sowed my mama was Christian she tried to raise me right but by nature I was evil and I was drawn to neon lights I lived my life a drunkard I didn't give a good god damn I started out to be a preacher but I ended up a guitar man I never trusted anybody I treated my loved ones like a joke and my soul is headed for hellfire and my body's going up in smoke the glory train is leaving and so my boat will be shot the wages of sin are guilty pleasures but salvation can't be bought salvation can't be bought play some guitar Johnny play it for me @SONG: John Deere Yeller John Deere yeller is the color of her hair caterpillar green are her eyes all the wisdom in the world is between her Byrne Dairy thighs cotton candy sweet are the taste of her lips like Brigit Bardot are the shape of her hips her mind is as blue as the Texas sky gonna love that girl 'til the day I die gonna love that girl 'til the day I die she's got a voice so clear like the tinkle of a bell life without her would be a burning hell eyes so green, hair so yeller praise God almighty I'm a lucky feller for tender love I'm so grateful like beans and rice she's a total plateful she's a snow cone on a summer's day I totally love her what more can I say totally love her what more can I say @SONG: Thanksgiving Day you don't have to be a rock star to have fun you don't have to be a soldier to carry a gun you don't have to be a postman to mail a letter be content with your life it may not get any better you may need narcotics just to get high you may be born again before you die you may have lost your favorite black sweater be content with your life it may not get any better you may be a banker charging interest on a loan you may be a dog out burying a bone you may be naked 'cause you love your sweater be content with your life, it may not get any better be content, be content I can't get no satisfaction just be content with your life it may not get any better @SONG: Heavenly Feast call me your doctor, call me your priest call me to supper 'cause you promised me a heavenly feast ain't I good enough, ain't I good enough ain't I good enough, for you talk about religion, talk about faith why you stand before me wearing garments of silk and lace ain't I good enough, ain't I good enough ain't I good enough for you make up your bed, make up your mind my eyes are open it's you that's going blind ain't I good enough, ain't I good enough ain't I good enough, for you take me to heaven, I've been to hell take me to church 'cause I'm hearing those wedding bells I ain't good enough, ain't I good enough ain't I good enough, for you @SONG: First There Was I came into town, I was looking for a job I couldn't find nothing so I started looking for someone to rob I took my ski mask and I put it over my face walked into the feed store and I shot everyone in the place first there was a funeral and then there was a trial hung me in a courtyard and they let me hang up there a while let me hang up there a while I bought a new shirt so soft to touch and a new pair of beetle boots they didn't cost me too much I went to the movies, I couldn't get a date women on the silver screen are the only ones to which I can relate first there was a funeral ... my eyes got heavy, I fell asleep Usher came by and said get outta here you creep I pulled out my .38, I blew him away if you disrespect me that's the price you'll pay first there was a funeral ... @SONG: I Don't Exist I just don't exist when I'm gone I won't be missed like an astronaut lost in space I will quickly be replaced since you filed for a divorce my ship is permanently off course now I'm just killing time loving you was my only crime @SONG: Welcome Jesus welcome Jesus to this dismal swamp if you hoped for something a little better hey buddy, you're looking kind of pale welcome Jesus to this dismal swamp welcome Jesus to my broken shack I apologize there's no roof there's no chair, there's no bed there's no sofa, there's no TV set but I welcome you to my broken shack, come on in welcome Jesus to my suffering mind did you hear the crow is it time for you and I to go welcome Jesus to my suffering 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