Looka yonder! Looka yonder!

Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!

O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo.

Yonder on the horizon.

Stopped at the mighty river and

Sucked the damn thing dry.

Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo.

In a valley hides a town called Tupelo.

Distant thunder rumble. Rumble hungry like the Beast.

The Beast it cometh. Cometh down. Wo wo wo-o-o.

Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo.

The Beast it cometh. Tupelo bound.

Why the hen won't lay no egg.

Cain't get that cock to crow.

The nag is spooked and crazy.

O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!

Ya can say these streets are rivers.

Ya can call these rivers streets.

Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy.

But no sleep runs this deep.

No! No sleep runs this deep.

Women at their windows

Rain crashing on the pane

Writing in the frost

Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame.

O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!

O go to sleep lil children

The sandmans on his way.

O go to sleep lil children.

The sandmans in his way.

But the lil children know

They listen to the beating of their blood.

They listen to the beating of their blood.

The sandman's mud!

The sandman's mud!

And the black rain come down.

Water water everywhere.

Where no bird can fly no fish can swim.

No fish can swim

Until The King is born!

Until The King is born!

In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o!

Til The King is born in Tupelo!

In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin.

Where the rain came down and leaked within.

A young mother frozen on a concrete floor.

With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw.

Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!

With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw.

Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals.

And a child is born on his brothers heels.

Come Sunday morn the first-born dead.

In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red.

Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!

In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red.

O ma-ma rock you lil one slow.

O ma-ma rock your baby.

O ma-ma rock your lil one slow.

O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!

Mama rock your lil one slow.

The lil one will walk on Tupelo.

Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo!

And carry the burden of Tupelo.

Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah!

The King will walk on Tupelo!

Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!

He carried the burden outa Tupelo!

Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!

You will reap just what you sow.

O you know that I must say goodbye

To the little girl tree.

This wall I built around you

Is made out of stone-lies.

O little girl the truth would be

An axe in thee.

O father look to your daughter

Brick of grief and stricken morter.

With this ring

This silver hoop of wire

I bind your maiden mainstream

Just to keep you as a child.

O say goodbye to the little girl tree.

O you know that I must say goodbye

To my little girl tree.

How fast your candy bones

Reached out for me.

I must say goodbye to your brittle bones

Crying out for me.

O you know that I must say goodbye.

O goodbye.

Even though you will betray me

The very minute that I leave.

O say goodbye to the little girl tree.

O Lord you know that I must say goodbye

To that little girl tree.

I rise up her girl-child lumps and slipping knots

Into her laden boughs

And amongst her roping limbs

Like a swollen neck vein branching

Into smaller lesser veins

That must all just sing and say goodbye

And let her blossom veils fly.

Her velvet gown.

Down down down.

Down down down.

Down down down and goodbye.

For you know that I must say goodbye.

To a rhythm softly tortured

Of a motion back and forth.

Thats a rhythm sweetly tortured

O thats the rhythm of the orchard.

And you know that I must say goodbye

To that little girl tree.

O goodbye.

Yes goodbye.

For you know that I must die.

Down down down.

Down down down.

Down down down and goodbye.

For you know that I must die.

Yes you know that I must die.

O-o you know that I must die.

In the name of pain!

(In the name of pain and suffering)

In the name of pain!

(In the name of pain and suffering)

There comes a train!

(There comes a train)

Yeah!

A long black train

(There comes a train)

Lord, a long black train.

Woo-woo! Woo-woo!

Punched from the tunnel

(The tunnel of love is long and lonely)

Engines steaming like a fist

(A fistful of memories)

Into the jolly jaw of morning

(Yeah! O yeah!)

O baby it gets smashed!

(You know that it gets smashed)

I kick every goddamn splinter

Into all the looking eyes in the world

Into all the laughing eyes

Of all the girls in the world

Oooooo-woooooh

She ain't never comin back.

She ain't never comin back.

She ain't never comin back.

She ain't never comin back.

And the name of the pain is...

And the name of the pain is...

The name of the pain is

A train long-suffering

On rails of pain

(On rails of pain and suffering)

There comes a train

(There comes a train long-suffering)

On rails of pain

(On rails of pain and suffering)

O baby blow its whistle in the rain.

Woo-oo Woo! Woo-oo Woo!

Who's the engine driver?

(The engine drivers over yonder)

His name is Memory

(Memory is his name)

O Memory is his name

(Woooooo-wo!)

Destination: Misery

(Pain and misery)

O pain and misery

(Pain and misery)

O pain and misery

Hey! Hey!

(Pain and misery)

Hey! That's a sad lookin sack!

Oooh that's a sad lookin sack!

And the name of the pain is...

And the name of the pain is...

Ooh the name of the pain is

A train long-suffering

There is a train!

(It's got a name)

Yeah! It's a train long-suffering

O Lord a train!

(A long black train)

Lord! Of pain and suffering

Each night so black

(O yeah! So black)

And in the darkness of my sack

I'm missing you baby

(I'm missing you)

And I just dunno what to do

(dunno what to do)

(Train long-suffering)

(Train long-suffering)

Train long-suffering

Train long-suffering

O she ain't never comin back

O she ain't never comin back

O she ain't never comin back

O she ain't never comin back

And the name of the pain is...

And the name of the pain is...

The name of the train is...

The name of the train is

Pain and suffering.

I am the black crow king

Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm

I am the black crow king

Keeper of the nodding corn

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

All the hammers are a-talking

All the nails are a-singing

So sweet and low.

You can hear it in the valley

Where live the lame and the blind

They climb the hill out of its belly

They leave with mean black boots on.

"I just made a simple gesture

They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow

My gesture was a hooker

You know, my shadow's made of timber."

And the storm is a-rolling

And the storm is a-rolling

All down on me.

And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone

And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone

Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own

The blackbirds have all flown!

Everyone's rolled on!

I am the black crow king

Keeper of the trodden corn

I am the black crow king

Won't say it again

And the rain it raineth daily.

Lord

And wash away my clothes

I surrender up my arms

To a company of crows

I am the black crow king

I won't say it again

And all the thorns are a-crowning

King ruby on each spine

And the spears are a-sailing

O my o my.

And the storm is a-rolling

And the storm is a-rolling

All down on me.

And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone

And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone

I'm still here rolling and left on my own

Those blackbirds they have all flown and

I am on my own.

I am the black crow king

Keeper of the forgotten corn

The King! The King!

I'm the king of nuthin' at all

The hammers are a-talking

The nails are a-singing

The thorns are a-crowning him

The spears are a-sailing

The crows are a-mocking

The corn is a-nodding

The storm is a-rolling

The storm is a-rolling

The storm is a-rolling down

The storm is a-rolling down

The storm is a-rolling

Down on me

Rolling down on me

Rolling down on me.

And these locks cannot be broken,

no, not with one thousand keys

O Jailer, you wear a ball-n-chain you cannot see

You can lay your burden on me

You can lay your burden down on me

You can lay your burden down upon me

But you cannot lay down those memories.

Woooo wooo wooo

Woooo wooo wooo

Here I go!

Knockin on Joe!

This square foot of sky will be mine til I die

Knocking on Joe

Woooo wooo wooo

All down the row.

Knockin on Joe.

O Warden I surrender you

Your fists cain't hurt me anymore

You know, these hands will never wash

These dirty Death Row floors

O Preacher, come closer, you don't scare me anymore

Just tell Nancy not to come here

Just tell her not to come here anymore

Tell Nancy not to come

And let me die in the memory of her arms.

O woo woo woo

Woo woo woo

All down the row.

Knockin on Joe.

O you kings of halls and ends of halls

You will die within these walls

And I'll go, all down the row

Knockin on Joe.

O Nancy's body is a coffin,

she wears my tombstone at her head

O Nancy's body is a coffin,

she wears my tombstone at her head

She wears her body like a coffin

She wears a dress of gold and red

She wears a dress of gold and red

She wears a dress of red and gold

Grave-looters at my coffin

before my bodies even cold.

It's a door for when I go

Knockin on Joe

These hands will never mop

your dirty Death Row floors

No! You can hide! You can run!

O but your trial is yet to come

O you can run! You can hide!

But you have yet to be tried!

You can lay your burden down here

You can lay your burden down here

Knockin on Joe

You can lay your burden upon me

You can lay your burden down upon me

Knockin on Joe

You cain't hurt me anymore

Knockin on Joe.

(ad lib)

I'm wanted, I'm a wanted man...

Oh yeah...

yeah...

ah honey, I'm a wanted man.

I'm a wanted man in California, I'm a wanted man in Buffalo

I'm a wanted man in Kansas City, I'm a wanted man in Ohio

I'm a wanted man in Mississippi, They want me in old Cheyenne

Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man.

I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,

Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be.

If you ever see me comin' and you know justa who I am,

Don't breathe a word to no one buddy, 'cause I'm a wanted man.

Wanted man in Albuquerque, wanted man in Syracuse,

Wanted man in Tallahassee, wanted man in Baton Rouge,

Wanted man in Arizona, wanted man in Galveston,

Wanted man in El Dorado, this wanted man's in great demand.

If you ever catch me sleepin',

just see the price flashin' 'bove my head,

Well take look again my friend,

that's a gun pointed at your head.

Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown,

Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town.

Wanted man by the Boller(?) Sisters,

wanted man by Kid Callahan.

Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want me,

cause I'm a wanted man.

A wanted man who's lost his will to live,

a wanted man who won't lay down,

There's a woman kneelin' on my grave,

pushin' daisies in the ground.

Wanted man in the Windy City, wanted man in Tennessee,

Wanted man in Broken Arrow, wanted man in Wounded Knee.

Wanted man in Jackson Town, Wanted man in El Passo,

I got bounties on my head in towns I wouldn't ever think to go.

Wanted Man in Arizona, wanted man in Louisville,

Wanted man deep in Death Valley,

wanted man up in the Hollywood Hill.

If the Devil comes collectin',

cause he doesn't know I'm a wanted man,

he'd better wear a six gun on his hip

and hold another in his hand.

If you love the wanted man,

you best hold him while you can,

cause you're gonna wake up one mornin'

and find the man you wanted, he is gone.

Wanted man in New York City, wanted man in San Anton'

Wanted man down in Lorado, wanted man in Tupelo

Wanted man in the state of Texas, wanted man in the state of Maine

This wanted man's in the state of leavin' ya baby,

jumpin' on a midnight train.

Wanted man in every cat house, wanted man in a many saloons,

Wanted man is a ghost in hundred homes, a shadow in a thousand rooms.

Wanted man down in St. Louis, wanted man in New Orleans

Wanted man in Muscle(?) Bay, wanted man in Cripple Creek

Wanted man in Detriot City, wanted man in San Anton'

But there's one place I'm not wanted lord,

it's the place that I call home.

Wanted man...

Wanted man...

If the devil comes collectin'

he better hold a six gun in his hand.

Bline Lemon Jefferson is a-coming.

Tap tap tappin with his cane.

Bline Lemon Jefferson is a-coming.

Tap tap tappin with his cane.

His last ditch lies down the road of trials

Half filled with rain.

O Sycamore, Sycamore!

Stretch your arms across the storm.

Down fly two greasy brother-crows

They hop'n'bop hop'n'bop hop'n'bop

Like the tax-man come to call.

They go knock knock! Knock knock!

Hop'n'bop hop'n'bop

They slap a death-writ on his door.

Here come the Judgement train

Git on board!

And turn that big black engine home.

O let's roll!

Let's roll!

Down the tunnel.

The terrible tunnel of his world.

Waiting at his final station

Like a bigger blacker third bird.

O let's roll!

Let's roll!

O his road is dark and lonely.

He don't drive no Cadillac.

O his road is dark and holy.

He don't drive no cadillac.

If that sky serves as his eyes

Then that moons a cataract.

Let's roll!

Yeah let's roll!

(Ad lib)

As the snow flies

On a cold and grey Chicago morn

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries

Cause there's one thing that she don't need

Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

Oh people don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day

Take a look at you and me

Are we that blind to see?

Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

And the world turns

And the hungry little boy with the runny nose

Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto

Then one night in desperation

The young man breaks away

He buys a gun and steals a car

He tries to run but he don't get far

And his mama cries

A crowd gathers round an angry young man

Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto

And as her young man dies

On a cold and grey Chicago morn

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto

The Moon Is In The Gutter

The moon is in the gutter

And the stars wash down the sink

I am the king of the blues

I scape the clay off my shoes

And wade down the gutter and the moon

The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts

As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,

Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy

Then wash up my hands in the gully and the moon.

Such a long way from home, just me and

The moon is in the gutter

All my plans are flushed down the drain

I wander lonely as a cloud

Over memories at her mound

Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.

His eyes like wheels spinnin' round.

Jerkin-off at every sound.

Layin' all his crosses down.

O yeah.

He got Six Strings.

The Six Strings that drew blood.

The bar is full of Holy-Joes.

A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria.

Around the neck of our consumptive rose

is the root of all his sorrows.

O yeah.

He got Six Strings.

Six Strings that drew blood.

A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria.

Six Strings that drew blood.

In the bathroom under cover.

He turns on one tap to discover.

He's smashed his teeth out on the other.

Well he look in the mirror and say

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