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Best of the Asylum Years
- Volume Two
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Steve Goodman
Steve Goodman -Vocols, Accoustic Guitar
Steve Burgh - Acousftc Guitar
Hugh McDonald - Electric Bass
Sheldon lm Plotkin - Drums
Jeff Gotcheon - Piano
Jethro Burns - Mandolin
Jack The Bear - Cornets
Ken Bloom - Boss Clarinet, Clarinet
This hotel room's got a lot of stuff,
A laundry bag and a shoe-shine cloth,
Thirty-two hangers, and a touch-tone phone,
With a light that comes on, when I ain't home.
I ain't home, I ain't home, you better leave a message,
'Cause I ain't home.
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
And a radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs siffin' side by side
With the Holy Bible and the TV Guide.
TV Guide, TV Guide, great god almighty,
It's a TV Guide.
I got a second story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that says do not disturb
A monogram towel and a bucket of ice.
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies.
A mirror that lies; a mirror that lies.
That can't be me and it's a mirror that lies.
They got a room service menu for food and drink,
A porcelain throne and aluminum sink,
Two big pillows to rest my head,
And magic fingers on a king size bed
Put in the quarter, turn out the light
Magic fingers make you feel all right.
Feel all right, feel all right,
Magic fingers make you feel all right.
This old hotel's all right with me
They pay the postage if you lose the key
This hotel room's got a lot of stuff
But I believe I've had enough.
I called my baby, said don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin' home,
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home.
Big Ears Music/Red Pajamas Music (ASCAP)
Words and music by Steve Goodman & Bill La Bounty
Here it is Friday
Drowning my troubles
Knocking down the doubles 'cause it's happy hour
Over in the corner, an old piano
Bobby knows how great those old songs are
He will play your request for a drink or a dollar
Bop and boogie woogie and they all sound nice
But it doesn't matter how you holler
Bobby never plays the same thing twice
Bobby Don't Stop
Cause we're just getting started on
Something so hot and it feels so right
You give all that you've got
For the broken hearted lovers and losers
Who are crying tonight
Saturday night and Bobby's still cookin'.
He plays that piano like there's no tomorrow
The crowd is shoutin'; everyone of them cookin'
For some song they need to ease their sorrow
All of a sudden it's Sunday morning
Last call but you can't say when now
Bobby play us one more song
That will tide us over 'till
The next weekend
01980 Big Ears Music, Inc /Red Pajamas Music, In,. ASCAP
and Captain Crysta1 Music BMI
Vocals: Steve Goodman
Acoustic & Electric Guitars: Brian Ray
Acoustic Piano & Fender Rhodes: Bill Elliott
Bass: Rick Chudacoff
Drums & Handclaps: Peter Bunetta
Percussion: Alan Estes
Background Vocals: Matthew Weiner, Bill La Bounty, Arno Lucas
Steve Goodman
Down on forty-second street
Where the elite all retreat to greet
You can see them coming from everywhere
Every kind of man and woman you will find there
There are men who love women who love men
Women who love women every now and then
There are men who love men
Because they can't pretend they are
Men who love women who love men
There are those who make love for pay
There are those who make love anyway
Over in the bar with a bottle of scotch
There are those who rather just watch
There are those who make love to machines
That don't talk back and are easy to clean
There are those who will tell you out loud
That they can only make love in a crowd
In the pursuit of true love's joy
Boys will be girls and girls will be boys
But it's so hard to know what to do
When you don't know who you're talking to
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN
FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS
From the album High and Outside
Copyright 1979 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red PaiaM85 Music, Inc. CASCAP)
(Steve Goodman, Steve Burgh,
Jim Rothermel & Jeff Gutcheon)
How to hide your feeling is the first thing that you learn
When you cannot tell the truth to whom it may concern
When you fall in love with your closest friend
And she's not in love with you
You get caught in the middle
If she can't pretend that she feels the same about you
But whenever someone breaks her heart
She comes knocking at your door
She knows she can count on you
After all that's what friends are for
Friends are the ones who hold you up
When the whole world is letting you down
Friends are the ones you turn to for love
When lovers can't be found
I wish I knew how to tell her
I'm her friend and something more
But some things are better left unsaid
And, after all, that's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS, AND STEVE
BUR(3H
From the album Words Vk- Can Dance To
Copyright 1976 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red Pajamas Music, Inc. ASCAP
Steve Goodman
Just lucky I guess
I could have fallen for you
I never realized how much I wanted to
How in the world did my heart
Get into such a mess?
It wasn't easy
I was just lucky I guess
It was something in the air
I never gave it a thought
But just a minute there
And I just might get caught
In the nick of time you
Smiled and I confessed
That was a close one, I was
Just lucky I guess
I thought I had it all arranged
I was just coasting when I met you
Then you put an end to my
Bragging and boasting
And baby won't you please tell me
What I have done to stand half a chance
To change my luck with you because
You hold the key to my happiness
How did I let that happen?
I was just lucky I guess
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN
FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS
From the album High And Outside
Copyright 1979 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red Pajamas, Inc. (ASCAP)
Steve Goodman
I miss my old man tonite
and I wish he was here with me
With his corny jokes and his cheap cigars
He could look you in the eye and sell you a car.
That's not an easy thing to do,
but no one ever knew a more charming creature
on this earth than my old man.
He was a pilot in the big war in the U.S. Army Air Corps
in a C - 47 with a heavy load
full of combat cargo for the Burma Road.
And after they dropped the bomb
he came home and married Mom
and not long after that
he was my old man.
And oh the fights we had
when my brother and I got him mad;
He'd get all boiled up and he'd start to shout
and I knew what was coming so I tuned him out.
And now the old man's gone, and I'd give all I own
to hear what he said when I wasn't listening
to my old man'
I miss my old man tonite
and I can almost see his face
He was always trying to watch his weight
and his heart only made it to fifty-eight.
For the first time since he died
late last night I cried.
I wondered when I was gonna do that
for my old man.
PRODUCED BY JOEL DORN FOR THE
MASKED ANNOUNCER CORP
From the album Say It In Private
Copyright 1977 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red Pajamas Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
Steve Goodman
If your life was on video tape
wouldn't everything be all right
When your head hurts the morning after
you could roll it back to late last night
You could replay all the good parts
and cut out what you don't like
Oh wouldn't you be in good shape
if your life was on video tape
If everybody had ESP
everything would be ok
We could see trouble coming
and we could step out of the way
When the grim reaper comes to call
we could arrange to be out of town
It would be the great escape
and you could put it on video tape
I don't have a video recorder
I don't have a crystal ball
and when I'm not with my baby
then I don't have very much at all
I can't predict the future
and I sure can't change the past
But I know it will all make sense
if you love me in the present tense
If your life was on video tape
wouldn't everything be all right
When your head hurts the morning after
you could roll it back to late last night
You could replay all the good parts
and cut out what you don't like
Oh wouldn't you be in good shape
if your life was on video tape
PRODUCED BY JOEL DORN FOR THE
MASKED ANNOUNCER CORP
From the album Say It In Private
Copyright 1977 Big Ears Music Inc./
Red Pajamas Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Words and music by Steve Goodman & Mike Smith,
Additionally, lyric by Sean Kelly
She was fourteen years old
He was five years older
Old enough to know about danger
Underneath the moon
Danger; will they find it?
Orphans of the open road
Chips on their shoulders
Just a little colder than danger
Underneath the moon
Danger; and he asked her
Baby are you lookin' for love?
Are you lookin' for danger?
Sittin' on a keg of dynamite
Everynight
She knew that they couldn't last
Out beyond the edge of; fingers on
The ledge above danger
Underneath the moon
Danger; will they find it?
At night they ride the open road
Phantoms of disaster: just a little faster
Than danger underneath the moon
Danger ... and he asked her
Baby are you livin' for love?
Are you dyin' for danger?
Sittin' on a keg of dynamite everynight
PRODUCED BY PETER BUNETTA AND
RICK CHUDACOFF FOR RIPE
PRODUCTIONS
From the album Hot Spot
Copyright 1980 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red Pajamas Music, Inc. CASCAP);
Pierce Arrow Music Publishers (BMI)
Steve Goodman/Jimmy Buffett
Steve Goodman - Vocals, Accoustic Guitar
Sheldon Ira Plotkin - Drums
Vassar Clements - Fiddle
John Burns - Electric Guitar
Sieve Burgh - Electric Guitar
Winnie Winston - Pedal Steel Guitar
Hugh McDonald - Electric Bass
Jeff Guicheon - Piano
Raun MacKinnon - Harmony and Background Vocals
Bonnie Koloc & Diane Holmes - Background Vocals
I took a wrong turn, but it was a right turn
My turn to have me a ball
The boys at the shop told me where to stop
If I wanted to play for it all
But I didn't know I'd find her on day-time TV
'Cause my world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on his table
Or the box Carol Merril points to on the floor
But I'll hang out just as long as I am able
Until I can unlock that lucky door
Well she's no big deal to most folks, but she's everything to me
'Cause my whole world lies behind door number three
'Ain't it hard to realize
He's not selling any alibis
When he stares into the vacuum of your eyes
And says. . . Do you wanta make a deal'
They found us in the lost and found
Love is blind but now I see
That my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Yes, my whole wodd lies waiting behind door number three
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN
FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS
From the album Jessie's Jig And Other
Favorites
Copyright 1974 Big Ears Music, Inc./ Red Pajamas Music, Inc.
(ASCAP); ABC Dunhill Music (BMI)
Steve Goodman
Last night I stayed up late to watch the sunrise
It afforded a wonderful view
Count the sheep till I cry
Count the times you said goodbye
I can't sleep when I can't sleep with you
There's no need to think you'd remember
A love like some forgotten I.O.U.
I've been watchin' the dawn
Every night since you're gone
And I can't sleep when I can't sleep with you
Oh babe
I'm so lonely
Now I'm wonderin' what I'm gonna do
All of my life I've been dreamin' a sweet dream
How was I to know that dream was you
Last night I stayed up late to watch the sunrise
And I'll stay up late tomorrow night, too
Count the sheep till I cry
Count the times you said goodbye
And I can't sleep when I can't sleep with you
Oh babe
I'm so lonely
Now I'm wonderin' what I'm gonna do
You don't have to wake me when it's over
Now I know I can't get over you
Last night I stayed up late to watch the sunrise
And I'll stay up late tomorrow night, too
Hear that early bird call
Ain't it hard when you fall
And I can't sleep when I can't sleep with you
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN
FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS
From the album Jessie's Jig And Other
Favorites
Copyright 1975 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red Pajamas Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
Steve Goodman, Rick Chudacoff,
Arno Lucas, and Peter Bunetta
You-you have found a place inside me
That no one has been to
I thought the night could hide me
But somehow you saw thru
All my deception
Way down to the true affection
You-you have a place inside you
Where you've been hiding too
With no one there beside you
But that just made you blue
So why don't you let me
Do for you what you do for me
Oh my darling
There's no one but you
Has ever made me feet the way you do
And if you ever need somebody who
Will always make you that same way too
Just remember you can turn to me
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN
FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS
From the album High And Outside
Copyright 1979 Big Ears Music, Inc./
Red Pajamas Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
Michael Smith
All of the river boat gamblers are losing their shirts
All of the brave union soldier boys sleep in the dirt
But you know and I know, there never was reason to hurt
All of our lives were entwined to begin with,
Here in spoon river.
All of the calico dresses, the gingham and lace,
Are up in the attic with Grandfather's derringer case,
There's words whispered down in the parlour, a shadowy face,
The morning is heavy with one more beginning,
Here in spoon river.
Come to the dance, Mary Perkins, I like you right well,
The union's preserved, if you listen you'll hear all the bells,
There must be a heaven, God knows that I've seen most of hell,
My rig is outside, come and ride through the morning,
Here in spoon river.
PRODUCED BY STEVE GOODMAN
FOR RED PAJAMAS PRODUCTIONS
From the album Jessie's Jig And Other
Favorites
Copyright 1969 Bird Ave. Publishing Co., Inc. (BMI)