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A, Em
Well..., my own Daddy’s name, was Ivy the Hurricane
He was known as, Hurricane Jones ...
Yes, he was kin, to the wayward wind…
Mama saw that was the way with him, oh, yahh…
He was born in Louisiana
And my dear Mama was born there too
Now, I was born in Corpus, that’s Christi Texas
Right in the middle of World War Two, ohhh ewww …
Hurricane Jones was my Daddy’s name
Maybe the wayward wind was to blame, ahhh hhh…
Hurricane Jones didn’t leave, no stones unturned
His life rolled on as Hurricane, Ivy Jones, ohhh hohhhah
My Mama raised us kids in Texas
While Daddy worked anywhere he could, he would
Well digger or on a garbage truck driver, at Gladstell Mill
There where he stacked, all the chip, cracked wood
When I saw my Mama’s, hungry eyes
Her tired fingers worked to the bone, like stone…
That’s when I wondered where Daddy was
Just like a hurricane, here and was gone..., ohhh long gone...
A // Em sus //
Hurricane Jones was my Daddy’s name...
Maybe, the wayward wind, was to blame…
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D s-f#
I left my soul
\G s-d
At the congregation
D s-f#
People get ready
C s-e G D
Ready for the storm
Chorus:
C G \D
Church won't be, ... no home [2x]
D
No, not when
\G
Jesus comes home
D
Good Fridays coming
\C G D
Coming for us all
[Chorus]
D
No second death
\G
For His people, come home
D
People get ready
\C G D
Ready for the storm
[Chorus 4x]
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Cg Fa susA# F
Yonder comes my baby, dressed in blue.
Hey, baby, what you gonna, do?
Cocaine knocking on your full, moon
G b Fa Cg
Drink all you want to, but let that, cocaine, cocaine be.
C F susA# F
Stroll down the avenue, just a little bit more
Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue, woah ah woah ahhh
Rolling up big ones two by two
G F C
Drink all you want to, but let that cocaine, cocaine be.
C F susA# F
Come here honey have a little wiff
Have a wiff..., wiff with on me...
I live in a house on cocaine hill
G F C
Drink all you want to, but let that, cocaine, cocaine be.
C F susA# F
I have a cocaine dog call'em little fill
Fights my cat over a cocaine rat.
G F C
Cocaine, cocaine, running round, round my brain
C G F C
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine ...
C F
So I got cocaine hair on my cocaine head so bare
C G
I wear a cocaine dress poppy seed red
F C
And I still get the blues when can't stay fed
G C
Cocaine, running round, round my brain
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Second revision demo:
F G
All the love we now want
A sus
Is all the love we get
Am
All the love we now want
Is all the love we get...
Em
All the love we now want
Is all the love we get...
Am // //
Ena! Ena! Hey! Hey!
Em
Akout, Akout // an deye
F G A sus
Listen, Listen, all of you
Am
Chaque amoor fi nou, // wa na né
Em
Chaque amoor, fi // na né
Am
If-she-keeps-cry'in, no peace will be had
Em
If-she-keeps-cry'in, no peace will be had
F f G g D a // sus
If no peach be had, it's war we go'in to have
D a //
Wicked peace keeps the cry'in, cry'in, going on
A
Wicked peace keeps the cry'in, cry'in, going on
C G A sus
Yeah keep the cry'in going on, and on, keep the cry'in going on (ahh hahh...)
Am
No peace no peace no..., don't it make you feel sad
Em
When all your try'ing to do..., is find your way mad
F G D
And you don't know no one..., don't know one glad...
D
If you fly Chicago, got no work for you
A
If you fly Jackson, got no work for you
C G A sus
If you fly to Oz all they got is work for you, but no pay // // when do
Am
Well you know cryin' won't help you, prayin' do you no good
Em
Well..., know cryin' won't help, an' pray'ins do no good
F G D sus
So if cryin' won't help, play'in their-way-good, be good, be good
Am // //
Ena! Ena! Hey! Hey!
Em
Akout, Akout // an deye
F G A sus
Listen, Listen, all of you
Am
Chaque amoor fi nou, // wa na né
Em
Chaque amoor, fi // na né
F G
All the love we now want
A sus
Is all the love we get
Am
All the love we now want (*)
Is all the love we get...
Em
All the love we now want
Is all the love we get... (*this and above line 3xs)
F G D sus
So if cryin' won't help, play'in their-way-good, be good, be good
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The Next Great War, WWIV
04:01
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The next great war, will be like, all others
Over rocks and sands, and hills that smother
It’ll have no real value, other than to finish lovers
And war it’ll be again for you and me
They say the last one, will be Jezreel basin
From where can be watched, Megiddo, while laze’n ...
But it may well start in other, Waterless, too,
Or the Peak of Eternal Light..., so ironic pre-flight
They say mountains will split, with the step, of One foot
All will see clearly bright light from His sky, from His sky..., oh why...
With creatures with wings and heads of lions
And human-maned faces, with feet, all there blaz'n, *on fire
So-to-the moon, Alice,..., to the moon I go
A wonderland palace of, white white cold
The warmth will come soon, from the blaze below ohhh ohhh wooowwwhhh
While astro-bodies, watch human ones... go go go
Machine gun sounds, will blow in the wind, and blow your mind too
And catch up soon, to the Ohio din
Each generation inherits, but earns it's fate
It's one by one, oh one by one, gold
(It's all about the gold...)
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Death No Fault of My Own
03:41
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Death's no fault of my own, then no plans can it be
We live out chances as they're freed, like no plans indeed
And so our Love's won't break our backs, our only hearts, freed
- I won't run, I'll stand still and take it's Will well rung
- I'll takes it's Will, if no one comes, I won't run, if no one comes
- I won't go back and look for more, I won't go back, my only chore
So dismiss your fears and go be brave, you have, no one near
Don't dislike, the mess as nears, it has no way to tarry
Peace will come and pleased will go, and you'll have no one to carry, so...
- I won't run, I'll stand still and take it's Will well rung
- I'll takes it's Will, if no one comes, I won't run if no one comes
- I won't go back and look for more, I won't go back, my only core
So I have no tears, none of my own, I have no swears to stone
I look for all to come along and meet a friends, be long
And try to keep, trying to keep, on prying beneath death's feat
- I won't run, I'll stand still and take it's Will well rung
- I'll takes it's Will, if no one comes, I won't run if not one comes
- I won't go back and look for more, I won't go back, my only Lord
To keep a death, made well strong, since death's no fault of our own
Is all we can do and I plan to do and shall not look there, down for stones
Love will break our only hearts, -- freed, as one can be
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I had all my kids, they're all gone now
Though never my own, been told it's all rigged
No one ever tells you, of the mess, their own kid
I used to be sad, but now am glad
Glad to know what now know, know in scads
Real friends children fam-i-ly, all make plaid
You meet while struggling, to survive, my com - rad
I had all my kids, many now gone
Never my own though, been told of the helicon
Some tell of the mess, of their own strangled one
I used to be sad, but now plain glad
Glad to know, what I now know, know in scads
Your real friends children and, fam - i - ly
You meet while struggling, to survive in the street
I've known doctors lawyers strippers Boho-chic'
I've stood on Bar tops and proned weapons drawn freaks
I've been offered the tenderness, of a thousand loving prostitutes
Loved me as parent, not institute proofed piques
I used to be sad, but now, I am plain glad
Glad to know what I know now, know in scads
You build your life like a bad street fight, blow for blow stab for stab
After joy's been beaten, hemorrhaged from what you know
Then all you can really show, what all may then see
Is your mercy you show anyway, against life's killing spree
I had all my kids, in life's killing spree,
And the Lords' soon gonna
Set us all free
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G// C// G// C//
G d G d C c
She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes, when she comes
G d [^d v-c] C *e
She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes
G d
She'll be comin' round the mountain
F c
She'll be comin' round the mountain
G d C *^ g
She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes … …
G d C c
She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes, when she comes
Gd C *^ g
She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes
G d
She'll be drivin' six white horses
F f
She'll be drivin' six white horses
C e
She'll be drivin' six white horses
G d C c
She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes, when she comes
[fcgc]
G// C// FCG// C//
G d C ^e C v c
Oh we'll all go out to meet her when she comes, when she comes
G d C ^e
Oh we'll all go out to meet her when she comes
G d
Oh we'll all go out to meet her
F ^^ f
Oh we'll all go out to meet her
C e G G
Oh we'll all go out to meet her… …, when she comes, when she comes
C e
When she comes, [when she comes]
F f C e
When she comes, [when she comes], when she comes
G
[When she comes,] oh, when she comes
G C e F C
[When she comes,] oh, when she comes
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A E D A
I come... from Alabama with a banjo on my need,
Going, Louisiana, my true love for to seed
It, did rain all night the day I left her, the weather, it was dry
The sun so hot, I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, cry for me
For I come from Alabama
with a banjo on my need
I had a dream the other night when everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna, coming up the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye
I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, oh cry for me
For I come from Alabama,
with my banjo on my need
I soon will be, in New Orleans, and then I'll look around
And when I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall, upon, the ground
But if I do not find her, this sparky'll surely die
and when I'm dead and buried Susanna don't, don't you cry
Oh, oh Susanna, don't you cry, cry for me
For I come from Alabama,
with my banjo on my need
(c) ustaknow (alias) all rights reserved
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D
Before the saddle and the blanket
A
In the west were mustangs free
D
Before the saddle and the blanket
G b d g Aa e ac# D
Wild is how mustangs were made, and always, meant to be
D
Broken promises and treaties...
A
Broke the spirit of horse and man
D
Before the saddle and the blanket
G A D
Rode the freedom among the mustang band
D
Don’t call them cayuse or broncos
A
Mustang’s the name by which they're known
D
Before the saddle and the blanket
G A D
Mustangs ran the range which was their home
D
No owners gave them freedom
A
To run like Sun filled Wind
D
There’s no reason in God’s creation
G A D
We can’t let ‘em run, let ‘em run, let 'em run free
D
Let'em run, let'em run free
A
Let'em run, let'em run free
D
Let'em run, let'em run free
A
Let'em run, let'em run free
D
Before the saddle and the blanket
A D
Mustangs, like the wind, were running, free
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My baby don't love me
My baby's gone and made me sad
My baby don't love me
My baby's gone and made me sad
Hard hearted woman true
My baby don't love me
My baby don't love me
Oh baby...
Let the flags fly
Let the flags fly
At this darkened hour
At this darkened hour
You don't know, how much... oh baby
How much, you don't know...
How much I'm miss'n you...
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