Big Time


  1. 16 Shells from a Thirty-Ought-Six

  2. Red Shoes by the Drugstore88-bigtime.jpg

  3. Underground

  4. Cold Cold Ground

  5. Straight to the Top

  6. Yesterday Is Here

  7. Way Down in the Hole

  8. Falling Down

  9. Strange Weather

  10. Big Black Mariah

  11. Rain Dogs

  12. Train Song

  13. Johnsburg, Illinois

  14. Ruby's Arms

  15. Telephone Call from Istanbul

  16. Clap Hands

  17. Gun Street Girl

  18. Time


16 Shells from a Thirty-Ought-Six


Good Evening

Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
And a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
I leaned it all up against a dandelion tree
I leaned it all up against a dandelion tree

Gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Now I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn like a clothes line
Now me and that mule right through the hole
Me and that mule right through the hole
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

I will whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Gonna take a 38 hour long gone train
I just Long gone train
Just long gone train
I'm just long
I'm just long
I'm just long
Long

Red Shoes by the Drugstore


She wore red shoes by the newsstand
and the rain splashed the nickel and
It spilled like chablis all along the midway
There's a little bluejay
Wearing red shoes on a sad night
One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror
A bottle of evening in Paris perfume
What is that sad tune

He told her to wait in by the magazines
For he told her to wait for the magazines
Bring a raincoat Bring a suitcase Bring your dark eyes

Wear those red shoes red shoes red shoes
red shoes red shoes red shoes
red shoes red shoes red shoes

There's a dark huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Caesar got caught
Little Caesar got caught going down to second
Little Caesar got caught going down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond ring from a jewelry store for his baby
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes
He loved the way she looked in those red shoes Red shoes red shoes

You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Going out tonight
Going out tonight wear those red shoes
Going out tonight put on those red shoes
Going out tonight put on those red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes

Now the hounds splash the nickel full of soldiers
Now Santa Claus is drunk in the ski room
And it's Christmas Eve in a sad café
When the moon gets this way
There's a little blue jay by the newsstand
Wearing red shoes
She wearing red shoes

You got to meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Meet me tonight by the drugstore baby
Going out tonight
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Put on your red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
Red shoes

Put on your red shoes baby
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes
Red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes red shoes

Underground


Rattle big black bones in the Danger zone
There's a rumblin' groan down below
Below the mine shaft roads it will all unfold
There's a world going on underground
Underground

They're alive they're awake
While the rest of the world is asleep
Below the mine shaft roads it will all unfold
There's a world going on underground
Underground
Underground

All the roots hang down
Swing from town to town
They are marching around
Down under your boots
Below the gopher holes
Where they all unfold
There's a world going on underground
Underground
Underground

Cold Cold Ground


Alright this a song about a little guy, who lives in a little house.

Well a Crestfallen sidekick In an old cafe
It slept with a dream Before he had to go away
There's a bird in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
Don't worry 'bout the army
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

No don't be a cry baby
When there's wood in the shed
A bird in the chimney
And a stone in my bed
When the road's washed out
We pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms
Of the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

There's a ribbon in the willow
And a tire swing rope
A briar patch of berries
Takin' over the slope
The cat'll sleep in the mailbox
And we'll never go to town
Bury every dream
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

Give me a Winchester rifle
And a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood
Times Square is a dream
Lay down together
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

Call the cops on the Breedloves
Bring a bible and a rope
Whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires
And burn 'em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

Straight to the Top


Be a man
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah
Where the air is fresh and clean
I'm going up up to the top oh yeah
You know me you know what I mean
I can't let sorrow pull me on down
Live for tomorrow oh baby
I have found you I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah
Where the air is fresh and clean

I know I just can't stop oh no
Till I know I'm wild and free
I'm like a champagne bubble pop pop
I'm like those birds high up in the tree
I can't let sorrow pull me on down
Live for tomorrow yeah
I have found you
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah
Where the air is fresh and clean yeah

I can't let sorrow pull me down
Live for tomorrow oh baby oh baby
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah
Where the air is where the air is
Where the air is where the air is
Where the air is fresh fresh and clean yeah

Fresh and clean fresh and clean
Fresh and clean fresh and clean
Fresh and clean fresh and clean
fresh and clean
Get on up get on up now get on up get on up
Get on up get on up get on up get on up get on up
Get on up get on up get on up get on up get on up
Get on up get on up get on up get on up get on up
Get on up get on up get on up get on up

Yesterday Is Here


Thank you man

If you want money in your pocket
You want a top hat on your head
A hot meal on your table
And a blanket on your bed
But today is grey skies
Tomorrow is tears
You'll have to wait
Till yesterday is here

I'm going to New York City
I'll be leaving on a train
And if you wanna stay behind
Till I come back again
Well today is grey skies
Tomorrow is tears
You'll have to wait
Till yesterday is here

Now if you want to go
Where the rainbows end
You will have to say goodbye
All our dreams come true baby up ahead
And it's out where your memories lie

And the road is out before me
And the moon is shining bright
What I want you to remember
As I disappear tonight
That today is grey skies
Tomorrow is tears
You'll have to wait
Till yesterday is here

And today is grey skies
Tomorrow is tears
You'll have to wait
Till yesterday is here
You will have to wait
Till yesterday is here
You will have to wait
Till yesterday is here
You will have to wait
Till yesterday is here

Way Down in the Hole


Thank you
Well, um, I feel as though we should move
right in to the religious material, so uh

When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
When you walk with Jesus
He's gonna save your soul
You got to keep the devil
You gotta keep him Down in the hole

He's got the fire people
He's got the fury
At his command
Oh you don't have to worry
Hold on to hold on to Jesus' hand
We'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder
When the thunder starts to roll
We got to keep the devil keep him on down
Down in the hole

That red horned lousy low life
Underneath our boots
Praise the Lord I don't know what it is Two dollar
That demon meister Three dollar
That prince devil
Just see if you can come up with a figure
That matches your faith
You say how much has Jesus done for you
And we got to go in with our
Hydraulic system and blast him out
People can I get an amen

All the angels
They start to sing
All about Jesus' mighty sword
And they'll shield you with their wings
People they'll keep you close to the Lord
Now don't pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta keep the Devil
Keep him on down in the hole
Down in the hole
Down in the hole
Down in the hole

Well people I got to speak about something
Can I get an amen
Can I get a hallelujah
Praise the lord
Have mercy
The lord is a very very busy man
I do what I can
But Jesus is always going for the big picture
But he's always there to help us out of the little jams too
Down in the hole
Down in the hole
Down in the hole
Keep him down in the hole
We got to keep the Devil
Down in the hole
We got to keep the Devil
Keep him on down in the hole
Down
Down down down
Mighty devil
I send you down below my boots
Down down
Filling my life
With anger and strife
Go down mighty Devil
Find a place to live
Down down down

Falling Down


I've come 500 miles
Just to see your halo
Come from St. Petersburg
Scarlett and me
When I open my eyes
I was blind as can be
And to give a man luck
He must fall in the sea
And she wants you to steal and get caught
For she loves you for all that you are not
When you're falling down
Falling down
When you're falling down
Falling down falling down

You forget all the roses
Don't come around on Sunday
She's not gonna choose you
For standing so tall
Go on take a swig of that poison
And like it
And now don't ask for silverware
Don't ask for nothing
Go on and put your ear to the ground
You know you'll be hearing that sound
Falling down
You're falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down

When you're falling down
Falling down falling down

Go on down see that wrecking ball
Come swing in on her now
Everyone knew that hotel was a goner
They broke all the windows
And took all the door knobs
And they hauled it away In a couple of days
Now someone yelled timber
Take off your hat
We all look smaller
Down here on the ground
When you're falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down

Someone's falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down

Strange Weather


Okay dad, you got it
Okay, alright

Will you take me across the channel
London Bridge is falling down
Strange a woman tries to save
More than a man will try to drown
And it's the rain that they predicted
It's the forecast every time
The rose has died because you picked it
I believe that brandy's mine
And all over the world
Strangers talk only about the weather
All over the world It's the same It's the same

And the world is getting flatter
And the sky is falling all around
Oh and nothing is the matter
For I'll never cry in town
And a love like ours my dear
Is best measured when it's down
And I never buy umbrellas
Cause there's always one around
And all over the world
Strangers talk only about the weather
All over the world It's the same It's the same

And you know that it's the beginning
And you know that it's the end
Once again we are strangers
As the fog goes rolling in
And all over the world
Strangers talk only about the weather
All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same

Big Black Mariah


I'm cutting through the cane break rattling the sill
Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill
Big light on the back street hill to evermore
Packing down the ladder with the hammer to the floor

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah baby
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Ford

Well I'm all boxed up on a red belle dame
Flat Blue Johnny with a blind man's cane
A hundred yellow bullets with a rag out in the wind
That old blind tiger an old bell

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah baby
Here come the Big Black Ford yeah

Now we're all boxed up on a red belle dame
Flat Blue Johnny with a blind man's cane
A hundred yellow bullets with a rag out in the wind
That old blind tiger on a

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah baby
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Ford

Oh yeah
Big Black Mariah here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah

Rain Dogs


Inside a broken clock
Splash the wine
With all the rain dogs
Taxi taxi taxi
We'd rather walk
Huddle a doorway
With the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

I know how we danced
And we swallowed the night
Her long hair black as a raven
I know how we danced
And she whispered to me
We'll never be going back home

I know how we danced
And we swallowed the night
Her long hair black as a raven
I know how we danced
And she whispered to me
We'll never be going back home

Oh how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
I know how we danced
And she whispered to me
We'll never be going back home

Train Song


Alright, um, actually I get asked uh, well look,
I think the question I get asked the most uh is,
well i don't know it, I mean it happens a lot, ok
enough that I would remark on it.
A lot of people come up to me and they say
Tom is it possible for a woman to get pregnant without intercourse.
And, uh, my answer's always the same,
I say well listen we're gonna have to go all the way back to the Civil War.
Uh, apparently a stray bullet actually pierced the testicle of a union soldier
and then lodged itself in the ovaries of an 18 year old girl who was actually
100 feet from him at the time.
Uh. Well, the baby was fine, she was very happy, guilt free and uh,
'course the soldiers a little pissed off.
When you think about it its actually a form of intercourse but uh not for everyone. uh,
Those who love action maybe.

Well, I broke down in East St. Louis
On the Kansas City line
And I drunk up all of my money
That I borrowed every time
And I fell down at the Derby
Now the night's as black as a crow
Must've been a train
That took me away from here
But a train can't bring me home

What made my dreams so hollow
I was standing at the depot
With a steeple full of swallows
That could never ring the bell
Oh I've come ten thousand miles away
And I ain't got one thing to show
Must've been a train
Took me away from here
But a train can't bring me home

Well I remember when I left
Without bothering to pack
You know I up and left
With nothin' but the clothes I had on my back
Now I'm so sorry for what I've done
And I'm out here on my own
Must've been a train
That took me away from here
But a train can't bring me home
It must've been a train
That took me away from here
But a train can't bring me
Can't bring me home

Johnsburg, Illinois


She's my only true love
She's all that I think of
Look here in my wallet
That's her

She grew up on a farm there
There's a place on my arm
Where I've written her name
Next to mine

You see I just can't live without her
And I'm her only boy
And she grew up
Outside McHenry
In Johnsburg Illinois

Ruby's Arms


I will leave behind
All of my clothes
I wore when I was with you
All I need's my railroad boots
And my leather jacket

As I say goodbye
To Ruby's arms
Although my heart Is breaking
I will steal away

Out through your blinds
For soon you will be waking
The morning light
Has washed your face
And everything Is turning blue now
Hold on to your pillow case
There's nothing that I can do now

As I say goodbye
To Ruby's arms
You'll find another soldier
And I swear to God
By Christmas time there'll be someone else
To hold you

The only thing I'm taking is the scarf off of
Your clothesline
I'll hurry past
Your chest of drawers
And your broken wind chimes

As I say goodbye
I'll say goodbye
Say goodbye
To Ruby's arms

I steal away
Down the darkened hall
Out into the morning
The hobos at the freight yards
Have kept their fires burning
So Jesus Christ
This goddamn rain
Will someone put me on a train
I'll never kiss your lips again
Or break your heart
As I say goodbye
I say goodbye
I say goodbye to Ruby's arms

Telephone Call from Istanbul


I was all night long
On the broken glass
Living in a medicine chest
Mediteromanian hotel back
Sprawled across
A roll top desk

My pet old monkey rode the blade
On an overhead fan
They paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby's coming home today

Will you sell me one of those If I shave my head
Get me out of town Is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival
Oh now Saturday's a gem
Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat
That my baby done sewed

Will you sell me one of those If I shave my head
Get me out of town Is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow baby
And follow me to Beulah's
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done pop

Will you sell me one of those If I shave my head
Get me out of town Is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow baby
Follow me to Beulah's
I just got to wear the hat that my baby does

Will you sell me one of those If I shave my head
Get me out of town Is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival
Now Friday's just a gem sweetheart
Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done

Clap Hands


Wine wine
Why the goose drank wine
And the monkey chewed tobacco on a streetcar line
Now the line broke and the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands

Sane sane they're all insane fireman's blind the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hang out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands
Oh clap hands
Oh clap hands
Well clap hands

I said roar It's the thunder and the roar
I ain't never coming back no more
There's a moon in the window
A bird on the pole
I can always find a millionaire
To shovel all the coal
Well clap hands baby
Well clap hands clap hands

I said dream It's a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in my jeans
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

Now it's roar it's the thunder and the roar
I ain't coming back no more
I got a moon in the window
A bird on the pole
I can always find a millionaire
To shovel all the coal
Clap hands well clap hands
Baby well clap hands
Clap hands clap hands

Shine shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore
And running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
All went to heaven in a little row boat

It's roar it's the thunder and the roar
I ain't coming back no more
I got a moon in the window a bird on the pole
I can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands well clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands clap hands
Clap hands clap hands clap hands

Gun Street Girl


Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to Tell us all the tale
Well he fell in love
With a Gun Street girl
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

John John he's long gone
Well he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home
John John
He's long gone
Well he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home

Well he took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on the road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

John John is long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home
John John Is long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home

Miss Charlotte took her satchel
Down to King Fish Row
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair
They tied her to a tree
With a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree
With a skinny millionaire
John John
He's long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home
John John
He's long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home

John John John John
My papa was a rollin' stone
My papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he hung
He said was his home
When he died all
He left us was alone
John John
John John
John John

Now I was banging on a table
With an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I will never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I will never kiss a Gun Street girl again
John John
John John
John John
John John
John John
John John
John John

Time


The smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys
Are breakin' all the laws
Oh and it's east of East St. Louis
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds
Like a round of applause

And Napoleon is weeping
In a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancée
Is in the mirror
And the band is goin' home
It's raining hammers
It's raining nails
It's true there's nothing
Left for him down here

And it's time time time
And it is time
And it's time
And it's time time
That you love
And it's time time time

And they all pretend they're orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see them getting
Smaller as they pull away
Oh and the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint In every dream

Oh she said she'd stick around
Till the bandages came off
But these mama's boys
Just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors
Are those dreams or are those prayers
Close your eyes son and this won't hurt a bit

And it's time time time
And it's time time time
And it's time time that you love
And it's time time time

Oh and things are pretty lousy
For the calendar girls
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street
Oh and when she's on a roll
She pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons
Fall around her feet

So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon my lips
As the dish outside the window
Fills with rain
Oh and just like a stranger
With the weeds in your heart
Pay the fiddler off
Till I come back again

And it's time time time
And it is time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time

And it's time time time
And it is time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time

Thank you good night!
Thank you good night!