Sometimes I want to take you down
Sometimes I want to get you low
Brush your hair back from your eyes
Take you down let the river flow
Sometimes I go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned
A million poppies gonna make me sleep
Just one rose and knows your name
The fruit is rusting on the vine
The fruit is calling from the trees
Hey don't you want to go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned
Blue blue is the sun
Brown brown is the sky
Green green of her eyes
A million miles a million miles
Hey hey don't you want to go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stoned
Cracker - Kerosene Hat Album Lyrics
Cracker - Kerosene Hat Lyrics
Writer: DAVID ALLEN FARAGHER, DAVID CHARLES LOWERY, DAVID CHARLS LOWERY, JOHN HICKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Movie Star
G-Gsus4-G(add C#)
B-C-G
D-C-G
G-B-C-G (i.e. no sus in the guitar break) (ending:G)
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car.
But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head.
Everyone said she was dangerous.
Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets.
But deep in his heart, we all knew he felt differently.
We all knew he was an anarchist.
Well I'd
I'd like to devour you
But you
You'd prob'ly
Devour me.
For your golden head, for your oat bran hair.
Deep in my heart
Girl you're a beautiful animal
I'll put a tag on your ear.
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car.
But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head.
Everyone said she was dangerous.
Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets.
But deep in his heart we all knew he felt differently.
We all knew he was an anarchist.
Well I
I'd like to devour you.
But you
You'd prob'ly devour me.
Well I
I'd like to devour you.
But you you'd prob'ly devour me.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Mr. Wrong
B-C-G
D-C-G
G-B-C-G (i.e. no sus in the guitar break) (ending:G)
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car.
But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head.
Everyone said she was dangerous.
Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets.
But deep in his heart, we all knew he felt differently.
We all knew he was an anarchist.
Well I'd
I'd like to devour you
But you
You'd prob'ly
Devour me.
For your golden head, for your oat bran hair.
Deep in my heart
Girl you're a beautiful animal
I'll put a tag on your ear.
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car.
But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head.
Everyone said she was dangerous.
Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets.
But deep in his heart we all knew he felt differently.
We all knew he was an anarchist.
Well I
I'd like to devour you.
But you
You'd prob'ly devour me.
Well I
I'd like to devour you.
But you you'd prob'ly devour me.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Girl you're a beautiful animal.
Mr. Wrong
Writer: DAVID FARAGHER, DAVID ALLEN FARAGHER, DAVID CHARLES LOWERY, DAVID CHARLS LOWERY, JOHN HICKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Get Off This
C All these cats with holey jeans, Am dirty hair and titty rings,
Say F what your scene man, we got these C questions.
C Is it true that you have sold your soul? Am I say hey man, I don't know
Lend me a F quarter won't you, I'll call my ac-C-countant.
CHORUS:
Let's get off C this, and get on Am with it,
If you F wanna change the world shut your C mouth and start to spin it
Get off this, get on Am with it
If you F wanna change the world shut your C mouth and start this minute
Petty little Ayatollah come around to judge and stone ya
all we're trying to do is make a fortune
Yeah we ain't got no government loans, and no one sends a check from home
And get this: we're just doin' what we wanna
CHORUS
Well the guitar player stayin' out in Hollywood and sayin'
He's just trying' to get some sleep, but everyone's complain'
Are you truly deeply cynical 'cause boy you know I loved you so
When no one knew your name and you were pompous. Still are
CHORUS
Let's get off this, and get on with it,
If you wanna change the world shut yer mouth and start to spin it
Get off this, get on with it
If you wanna change the world shut your mouth, shut your mouth y'all
ENDING (REPEAT TO FADE):
C N-na na na na, Am n-na na na na
F N-na na na na na C naaa
Say F what your scene man, we got these C questions.
C Is it true that you have sold your soul? Am I say hey man, I don't know
Lend me a F quarter won't you, I'll call my ac-C-countant.
CHORUS:
Let's get off C this, and get on Am with it,
If you F wanna change the world shut your C mouth and start to spin it
Get off this, get on Am with it
If you F wanna change the world shut your C mouth and start this minute
Petty little Ayatollah come around to judge and stone ya
all we're trying to do is make a fortune
Yeah we ain't got no government loans, and no one sends a check from home
And get this: we're just doin' what we wanna
CHORUS
Well the guitar player stayin' out in Hollywood and sayin'
He's just trying' to get some sleep, but everyone's complain'
Are you truly deeply cynical 'cause boy you know I loved you so
When no one knew your name and you were pompous. Still are
CHORUS
Let's get off this, and get on with it,
If you wanna change the world shut yer mouth and start to spin it
Get off this, get on with it
If you wanna change the world shut your mouth, shut your mouth y'all
ENDING (REPEAT TO FADE):
C N-na na na na, Am n-na na na na
F N-na na na na na C naaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Take Me Down To The Infirmary
(intro:F-Bb-F) F-C-Dm-F-Bb-G#-F-C-F-Bb-F
C-(C#)-Dm-F-Bb-Dm-C-Dm-Bb-F-Bb-F (ending: Bb-F-Bb-F)
Take me down
to the infirmary
lay me down
on cotton sheets
Put a damp cloth
on my forehead
lay me down
and let me sleep
I know the whiskey won't soothe my soul
and the morphine won't heal my heart
but if you take me down to the infirmary
I won't have to sleep or drink alone.
So, take me down
to the infirmary
walk a sound that is as blue as her eyes
Oh, sister Magdelene won't you fetch the
doctor's flask.
He is going to need a steady
a steady hand
I know the whiskey it won't soothe my soul
and the morphine won't heal my heart
but if you take me down to the infirmary
I won't have to sleep or drink alone.
So, take me down
to the infirmary
lay me down on cotton sheets
put a damp cloth on my forehead
lay me down let me sleep
lay me down let me sleep
C-(C#)-Dm-F-Bb-Dm-C-Dm-Bb-F-Bb-F (ending: Bb-F-Bb-F)
Take me down
to the infirmary
lay me down
on cotton sheets
Put a damp cloth
on my forehead
lay me down
and let me sleep
I know the whiskey won't soothe my soul
and the morphine won't heal my heart
but if you take me down to the infirmary
I won't have to sleep or drink alone.
So, take me down
to the infirmary
walk a sound that is as blue as her eyes
Oh, sister Magdelene won't you fetch the
doctor's flask.
He is going to need a steady
a steady hand
I know the whiskey it won't soothe my soul
and the morphine won't heal my heart
but if you take me down to the infirmary
I won't have to sleep or drink alone.
So, take me down
to the infirmary
lay me down on cotton sheets
put a damp cloth on my forehead
lay me down let me sleep
lay me down let me sleep
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Nostalgia
C-Em-Am-F
F-G-Am-G-F-Dm-G
And here is Ivanovich
in his rocket ship
Spinning helplessly
up above the earth
While his heart is splintered
All the girls of winter
are buried in their coats anonymous
While winter girls are waiting
Ivanovich in high rotation
He is just another star
up in the sky
While the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation
of something long ago and far away
Like general Jackson's arm
it's buried on some farm
While the fever
pushes words from his lips
And by the drunken river
where the soldiers shiver
We rest beneath the shade of the trees.
While winter girls are saying
each of us a tiny nation
You're just another star
but so am I.
While the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation
of something long ago and far away
F-G-Am-G-F-Dm-G
And here is Ivanovich
in his rocket ship
Spinning helplessly
up above the earth
While his heart is splintered
All the girls of winter
are buried in their coats anonymous
While winter girls are waiting
Ivanovich in high rotation
He is just another star
up in the sky
While the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation
of something long ago and far away
Like general Jackson's arm
it's buried on some farm
While the fever
pushes words from his lips
And by the drunken river
where the soldiers shiver
We rest beneath the shade of the trees.
While winter girls are saying
each of us a tiny nation
You're just another star
but so am I.
While the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation
of something long ago and far away
Writer: David Faragher, John Hickman, David Lowry
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER TAMERLANE,
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER TAMERLANE,
Sweet Potato
G-D-G
D-G
Be my sweet potato
Be my honey lamb
dance around the campfire
hang around a while
Well, I been caught stealin'
someone else's vibe,
everybody loves or hates us,
but we're still alive
CHORUS:
Well wake up in the morning
cup of coffee, grab your bags
jump into the caddie
'cause this tourin' ain't a drag.
They say overrated, educated
I suppose a little jaded.
When I get off this
I think I'm gonna have to be sedated.
So be my sweet potato,
I'll be your honey lamb,
give me some black tupelo,
I been caught again. Shit!
I went to New York City,
but then I come right back,
everyone was cool there,
I couldn't get no slack
You seen me in the papers,
You seen me in the Voice,
I think I'd stay in Dixie,
if I had the choice.
CHORUS
D-G
Be my sweet potato
Be my honey lamb
dance around the campfire
hang around a while
Well, I been caught stealin'
someone else's vibe,
everybody loves or hates us,
but we're still alive
CHORUS:
Well wake up in the morning
cup of coffee, grab your bags
jump into the caddie
'cause this tourin' ain't a drag.
They say overrated, educated
I suppose a little jaded.
When I get off this
I think I'm gonna have to be sedated.
So be my sweet potato,
I'll be your honey lamb,
give me some black tupelo,
I been caught again. Shit!
I went to New York City,
but then I come right back,
everyone was cool there,
I couldn't get no slack
You seen me in the papers,
You seen me in the Voice,
I think I'd stay in Dixie,
if I had the choice.
CHORUS
Writer: David Faragher, John Hickman, David Lowry
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER TAMERLANE,
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER TAMERLANE,
Sick Of Goodbyes
C-F
G-C(Csus4 embellishment)-G-C-F-C-F-G-C
Am-G-F
If I could just keep
my stupid mind together.
Then my thoughts across
the land for you to see.
The sun drags locomotives
to the ocean.
No one knows this like I do.
Seconds clicking watch arm
changes to dust.
Whithered roots of hair
and nights of rust.
I'm waiting in the currents
of the ocean.
I'm so sick of goodbyes goodbyes
CHORUS:
I'm so sick of goodbyes goodbyes
I'm so tired of goodbyes goodbyes
Goodbyes
Goodbyes
When night comes crawling
in on a horse.
Soaking up my dreams
through the pores.
I'm so sick
I'm so sick of goodbyes goodbyes
Goodbyes
Goodbyes
CHORUS
G-C(Csus4 embellishment)-G-C-F-C-F-G-C
Am-G-F
If I could just keep
my stupid mind together.
Then my thoughts across
the land for you to see.
The sun drags locomotives
to the ocean.
No one knows this like I do.
Seconds clicking watch arm
changes to dust.
Whithered roots of hair
and nights of rust.
I'm waiting in the currents
of the ocean.
I'm so sick of goodbyes goodbyes
CHORUS:
I'm so sick of goodbyes goodbyes
I'm so tired of goodbyes goodbyes
Goodbyes
Goodbyes
When night comes crawling
in on a horse.
Soaking up my dreams
through the pores.
I'm so sick
I'm so sick of goodbyes goodbyes
Goodbyes
Goodbyes
CHORUS
Writer: DAVID CHARLES LOWERY, DAVID CHARLS LOWERY, MARK LINKOUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Want Everything
* GUITAR REQUIRES CAPO ON F (1st fret)
INTRO:
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F I am standing in your C (open 1/2)* corridor
Bb (open 1/2)* I wonder what I am F waiting for
The leaves are drifting C (open 1/2)* out to sea
Bb (open 1/2)* I'm waiting for you F desperately
CHORUS:
Bb All things beautiful
G All things beautiful
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
You call us with your silent seas
You call us in our tiny boats
Gather us in with the storm
And cast us out upon the shore
CHORUS
BREAK:
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
Bb-G
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
You are deep inside this fecund swamp
Or let it be your beating heart
You're deep inside this fecund swamp
You call us in our tiny boats
CHORUS
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing F
INTRO:
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F I am standing in your C (open 1/2)* corridor
Bb (open 1/2)* I wonder what I am F waiting for
The leaves are drifting C (open 1/2)* out to sea
Bb (open 1/2)* I'm waiting for you F desperately
CHORUS:
Bb All things beautiful
G All things beautiful
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
You call us with your silent seas
You call us in our tiny boats
Gather us in with the storm
And cast us out upon the shore
CHORUS
BREAK:
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
Bb-G
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
F-C (open 1/2)*-Bb (open 1/2)*
You are deep inside this fecund swamp
Or let it be your beating heart
You're deep inside this fecund swamp
You call us in our tiny boats
CHORUS
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing
I want F e-C (open 1/2)*-v'ry-Bb (open 1/2)*-thing F
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Lonesome Johnny Blues
C-G-Em-G-D-G
G-D-G-C-G-D-G
G-C-G-C-G-Em-G-D-G (ending:C-G-D-G-C-G-D-C-G)
Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by
Well he came back don't you know
with his brother six in tow
And that is how number thirteen wound up by my side.
And that is how I got these Lonesome Johnny Blues
How I got these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Got the Lonesome Johnny Blues
and there's nothing I can do
'Cept sing these sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Here we go
Grim Reaper he pulled up into my drive
Grim Reaper pulled his little old Chevrolet right up onto the goddamn drive
"Johnny, I haven't come for you
but I want someone who's dear to you
and the price you pay is to remain alive"
And I'll stay here with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Stay here with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
With the Lonesome Johnny Blues
and there's nothing I can do
'Cept sing these sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Woah, no more trouble send him down the road, won't you please.
No more trouble won't you beat him up, won't you send him down the road
Trouble dumped out the trash
Ransacked the place for cash
and he wound up taking much more than I own
And he left me with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Left me with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
With the Lonesome Johnny Blues
and there's nothing I can do
'Cept sing these sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Johnny Blues
the sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Johnny Blues
the sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
G-D-G-C-G-D-G
G-C-G-C-G-Em-G-D-G (ending:C-G-D-G-C-G-D-C-G)
Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by
Well he came back don't you know
with his brother six in tow
And that is how number thirteen wound up by my side.
And that is how I got these Lonesome Johnny Blues
How I got these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Got the Lonesome Johnny Blues
and there's nothing I can do
'Cept sing these sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Here we go
Grim Reaper he pulled up into my drive
Grim Reaper pulled his little old Chevrolet right up onto the goddamn drive
"Johnny, I haven't come for you
but I want someone who's dear to you
and the price you pay is to remain alive"
And I'll stay here with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Stay here with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
With the Lonesome Johnny Blues
and there's nothing I can do
'Cept sing these sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Woah, no more trouble send him down the road, won't you please.
No more trouble won't you beat him up, won't you send him down the road
Trouble dumped out the trash
Ransacked the place for cash
and he wound up taking much more than I own
And he left me with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Left me with these Lonesome Johnny Blues
With the Lonesome Johnny Blues
and there's nothing I can do
'Cept sing these sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Johnny Blues
the sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Johnny Blues
the sad old weary Lonesome Johnny Blues
Writer: DAVID CHARLES LOWERY, DAVID CHARLS LOWERY, JOHN HICKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lets Go For A Ride
Oh yeah I feel alright tonight,
Oh man the stars are bright tonight,
Like we could reach right out
and help yourself to them.
'Cause we want and what we need
will one day bring us to our knees.
Well, I am over it.
You know that I have accepted it.
CHORUS:
Let's go for a ride.
Let's go for a ride.
Let's go for a ride.
Go for a ride.
CHORUS
So, drive real fast through the underpass
And if we die or if we crash,
Well I'd be flattered to
be buried right next to you.
Cause what's yours is yours
and what's mine is mine
in the summertime
under the blackened sky
the world belongs to us
baby lets use it up.
CHORUS
Oh man the stars are bright tonight,
Like we could reach right out
and help yourself to them.
'Cause we want and what we need
will one day bring us to our knees.
Well, I am over it.
You know that I have accepted it.
CHORUS:
Let's go for a ride.
Let's go for a ride.
Let's go for a ride.
Go for a ride.
CHORUS
So, drive real fast through the underpass
And if we die or if we crash,
Well I'd be flattered to
be buried right next to you.
Cause what's yours is yours
and what's mine is mine
in the summertime
under the blackened sky
the world belongs to us
baby lets use it up.
CHORUS
Writer: DAVID FARAGHER, DAVID ALLEN FARAGHER, DAVID CHARLES LOWERY, DAVID CHARLS LOWERY, JOHN HICKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Loser
Am
Am-G-C-D-C-G(bass B)-Am-G-Am
Am-C-G-Em-D-C-G(bass B)-Am-G-Am
G-D-A
C-G(bass B)-Am-G-D
Am-C-G-Em-D-C-G(bass B)-Am-G-D
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me baby,
Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man.
Last fair deal in the country,
Sweet Suzie, last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby,
Before I let my deal go down
Don't you push me baby, cause I'm all alone
Well I know a little something you might never know
Don't you touch our liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
I'm gonna wake up in the morning and go
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to papa on the inside straight,
Well I got no chance of losin' this time
Last fair deal in the country,
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby,
Before I let my deal go down
Am-G-C-D-C-G(bass B)-Am-G-Am
Am-C-G-Em-D-C-G(bass B)-Am-G-Am
G-D-A
C-G(bass B)-Am-G-D
Am-C-G-Em-D-C-G(bass B)-Am-G-D
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me baby,
Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold
All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man.
Last fair deal in the country,
Sweet Suzie, last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby,
Before I let my deal go down
Don't you push me baby, cause I'm all alone
Well I know a little something you might never know
Don't you touch our liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
I'm gonna wake up in the morning and go
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to papa on the inside straight,
Well I got no chance of losin' this time
Last fair deal in the country,
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby,
Before I let my deal go down
Writer: JEROME J. GARCIA, ROBERT C. HUNTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab
Origin: Kerosene Hat
Soraya Rozkuszka: "Someone at the San Francisco shows, Bugs I think, was talking about the recording of Kerosene Hat--the snoring [on Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab] was supposedly the security guard for the sound stage they built, who dozed off so they lowered a boom mike over him. The hammering and sawing is supposedly all them building the stage/set/whatchamacallit."
Soraya Rozkuszka: "Someone at the San Francisco shows, Bugs I think, was talking about the recording of Kerosene Hat--the snoring [on Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab] was supposedly the security guard for the sound stage they built, who dozed off so they lowered a boom mike over him. The hammering and sawing is supposedly all them building the stage/set/whatchamacallit."
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Euro-Trash Girl
FADE IN:
C-G-C(sus4)-G-C
F-C(sus4)-G(sus4)-C(sus4)
Well I've been up to Pa-G-ris, and I've slept in a C park.
Went down to Barce-G-lona, someone broke in my C car
And I'll search the world F over for my angel in C(sus4) black.
Yeah, I'll search the world G over for a Euro-trash C(sus4) Girl.
Took the train down to Athens, and I slept in a fountain.
Some Swiss junkie in Turin, ripped me off for my cash.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
The CRS on the metro shook me down for a bribe.
On my knees for the sergeant when my passport arrived.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash Girl
Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Called my mom from a payphone, I said "I'm down to my last."
She said "I sent you to college, now go call your dad."
And the waitress that he married, well she hung up the phone.
You know she never did like me, but I can stand on my own.
Sold my plasma in Amsterdam: spent it all in a night
Buying drinks at the Melk Weg for a soldier in drag.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Euro-trash Girl
my Euro-trash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Solo Johnny
G-C-G-C
F-C-G-C
Got a tattoo in Berlin and a case of the crabs.
A rose and a dagger on the palm of my hand.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl
Euro-trash Girl
my Euro-trash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
F-C
C-G-C(sus4)-G-C
F-C(sus4)-G(sus4)-C(sus4)
Well I've been up to Pa-G-ris, and I've slept in a C park.
Went down to Barce-G-lona, someone broke in my C car
And I'll search the world F over for my angel in C(sus4) black.
Yeah, I'll search the world G over for a Euro-trash C(sus4) Girl.
Took the train down to Athens, and I slept in a fountain.
Some Swiss junkie in Turin, ripped me off for my cash.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
The CRS on the metro shook me down for a bribe.
On my knees for the sergeant when my passport arrived.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash Girl
Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Called my mom from a payphone, I said "I'm down to my last."
She said "I sent you to college, now go call your dad."
And the waitress that he married, well she hung up the phone.
You know she never did like me, but I can stand on my own.
Sold my plasma in Amsterdam: spent it all in a night
Buying drinks at the Melk Weg for a soldier in drag.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Euro-trash Girl
my Euro-trash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
Solo Johnny
G-C-G-C
F-C-G-C
Got a tattoo in Berlin and a case of the crabs.
A rose and a dagger on the palm of my hand.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl
Euro-trash Girl
my Euro-trash Girl
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl.
F-C
Writer: DAVID FARAGHER, DAVID ALLEN FARAGHER, DAVID CHARLES LOWERY, DAVID CHARLS LOWERY, JOEY PETERS, JOHN HICKMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I Ride My Bike
INTRO & BREAK:
Em-F#m-G-D
Em-F#m-G-D
Em-F#m-G-D
Em-F#m-G-D
REPEAT BREAK
VERSE 1:
Em And I F#m ride my G bike D
Em And I F#m drive my G car D
Em I drive it F#m all a-G-round just to D take me back to Em you F#m-G-D
VERSE2:
Em And I F#m comb my G hair D
Em And I F#m wear a G dress D
Em I wear it F#m all a-G-round just to D take me back to Em you
CHORUS:
I ride my A bike, G take me D back to Em you
I drive my Acar, G take me D back to Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D take me to Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D take me to Em you
REPEAT BREAK
REPEAT VERSES 1 & 2
CHORUS
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D take me to Em you
MIDDLE SECTION:
(Em(Em+6 and Em7 embellishments) throughout)
This is a story about a dog, a dog
When I ride my bike
And my hair is blowing straight back
I think of you wearing that brown mohair sweater
Soft mounds of breasts underneath
Or better yet one of those squigly aluminum lawn chairs
I'm putting sun tan lotion on your long legs
A-wearing a broad rim straw hat
Pair of Mickey mouse sunglasses
Looking just like lolita
Looking just like lolita
White sheets hanging on the line
White sheets blowing in the wind
A satellite dish pointed straight up at the heavens
G-A-C
Em A satellite dish pointing stright up at the G heavens, Isis!A (Isis) C (Isis)
Em Isis! G Isis! A (Isis) C (Isis)
Em (Isis) G Isis! A Isis! C Isis!
Em Isis! G Isis! A Isis!C Isis!
Em Oh yeah! (Isis) G arrrrrrrrrr
G#-A-A#-B-C-C#-G-C#-Eb-E-Eb-C-Eb-E-(random sliding bar chords above 12th fret) (FADES INTO:)
E
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be with Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be wi' Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be wi' Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be wi' Em you
Em-F#m-G-D
Em-F#m-G-D
Em-F#m-G-D
Em-F#m-G-D
REPEAT BREAK
VERSE 1:
Em And I F#m ride my G bike D
Em And I F#m drive my G car D
Em I drive it F#m all a-G-round just to D take me back to Em you F#m-G-D
VERSE2:
Em And I F#m comb my G hair D
Em And I F#m wear a G dress D
Em I wear it F#m all a-G-round just to D take me back to Em you
CHORUS:
I ride my A bike, G take me D back to Em you
I drive my Acar, G take me D back to Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D take me to Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D take me to Em you
REPEAT BREAK
REPEAT VERSES 1 & 2
CHORUS
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D take me to Em you
MIDDLE SECTION:
(Em(Em+6 and Em7 embellishments) throughout)
This is a story about a dog, a dog
When I ride my bike
And my hair is blowing straight back
I think of you wearing that brown mohair sweater
Soft mounds of breasts underneath
Or better yet one of those squigly aluminum lawn chairs
I'm putting sun tan lotion on your long legs
A-wearing a broad rim straw hat
Pair of Mickey mouse sunglasses
Looking just like lolita
Looking just like lolita
White sheets hanging on the line
White sheets blowing in the wind
A satellite dish pointed straight up at the heavens
G-A-C
Em A satellite dish pointing stright up at the G heavens, Isis!A (Isis) C (Isis)
Em Isis! G Isis! A (Isis) C (Isis)
Em (Isis) G Isis! A Isis! C Isis!
Em Isis! G Isis! A Isis!C Isis!
Em Oh yeah! (Isis) G arrrrrrrrrr
G#-A-A#-B-C-C#-G-C#-Eb-E-Eb-C-Eb-E-(random sliding bar chords above 12th fret) (FADES INTO:)
E
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be with Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be wi' Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be wi' Em you
Bm I ride my F#m bike, C I drive my G car, D to be wi' Em you
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Kerosene Hat
INTRO & BREAK:
Em-C-G-D(bass F#)
Em-C-G-D(bass F#)
Em-D-C-A-G-C
Em How can I fly with these C old doggy wings
While the G magpie sings some D(bass F#) shiny song?
Em Old corn face row of teeth, she says C sweetly to me
In the G elevator D(bass F#)
CHORUS:
Em Everything D seems like a C dream
and A life's a scream.
G-C
Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his ear flaps waxed, a courting' his girl
Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon
CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine
BREAK
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge (old chaise lounge)
Wickerman's fence of leathery tyres
And the cook's gone bad, started several fires
CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
When your submarine
Head like a stream she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows,
my medicine lamp
CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream
(life's a scream)
(Ring-around-rosie, pocket full of posies)
(All fall down)
(?, Don't suffer?)
(?)
(?)
(?)
(?)
(Chaise lounge?)
Em-C-G-D(bass F#)
Em-C-G-D(bass F#)
Em-D-C-A-G-C
Em How can I fly with these C old doggy wings
While the G magpie sings some D(bass F#) shiny song?
Em Old corn face row of teeth, she says C sweetly to me
In the G elevator D(bass F#)
CHORUS:
Em Everything D seems like a C dream
and A life's a scream.
G-C
Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his ear flaps waxed, a courting' his girl
Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon
CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine
BREAK
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge (old chaise lounge)
Wickerman's fence of leathery tyres
And the cook's gone bad, started several fires
CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
When your submarine
Head like a stream she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows,
my medicine lamp
CHORUS:
Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream
(life's a scream)
(Ring-around-rosie, pocket full of posies)
(All fall down)
(?, Don't suffer?)
(?)
(?)
(?)
(?)
(Chaise lounge?)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Kerosene Hat is the second studio album by American rock band Cracker, released on August 24, 1993. It reached number 1 on Billboard's Top Heatseekers chart, and number 59 on the Billboard 200 album chart. The singles from the album, "Low" and "Get Off This", helped Cracker gain widespread notice.
According to frontman David Lowery, the album title comes from the band's early days in Richmond, Virginia. Lowery lived with Cracker guitarist Johnny Hickman in an old dilapidated house whose only source of heat came from two kerosene heaters. To buy more kerosene meant a cold walk to a nearby gas station, so before leaving the house, Lowery would bundle up and put on an old wool hunting cap - his "kerosene hat." "To this day," says Lowery, "the smell of kerosene reminds me of the poverty and the wistful hope we had for our music."
Performed By:
CrackerAccording to frontman David Lowery, the album title comes from the band's early days in Richmond, Virginia. Lowery lived with Cracker guitarist Johnny Hickman in an old dilapidated house whose only source of heat came from two kerosene heaters. To buy more kerosene meant a cold walk to a nearby gas station, so before leaving the house, Lowery would bundle up and put on an old wool hunting cap - his "kerosene hat." "To this day," says Lowery, "the smell of kerosene reminds me of the poverty and the wistful hope we had for our music."
Genre(s): Alternative rock, alternative country, grunge
Producer(s): Don Smith, Cracker
Released: August 24th, 1993
Year: 1993