|Songs from "Steve Goodman" and "Somebody Else's Trouble"|
The DutchmanThe Dutchman's not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in, But that's a secret that only Margaret knows. When Amsterdam is golden in the summer, Margaret brings him breakfast, She believes him. He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow. He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes, Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me. The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes, His cap and coat are patched with the love That Margaret sewed there. Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam. And he watches the tug-boats down canals An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain. Till Margaret comes To take him home again Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm, Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me. The winters whirl the windmills 'round She winds his muffler tighter And they sit in the kitchen. Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew. And he sees her for a moment, calls her name, She makes the bed up singing some old love song, A song Margaret learned When it was very new. He hums a line or two, they sing together in the dark. The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me.
Song For DavidWeary though weary is only a case Of being unwound at the wrong time and place. David put down his head and he covered his face, He asked himself why he had bothered to race With the sun. He thought that standing still would have been a mistake. He knew all along the risks he would take. Can't help thinking that the whole thing's fake And the race was fixed long before it had Even been run. He knew the sun sets a treacherous pace That only madmen try to erase - You can race it, you can chase it, for one moment, But then you let go. It's too hot to hold For too long I've been told, Besides, that old sun is just lucky And so Weary, though weary is only a case Of being unwound at the wrong time and place. David put down his head and he covered his face, He asked himself why he had bothered to race With the sun. David knew who had won And he waited for dawn.
The Chicken Cordon BleusWhen I first met you baby you fed me on chicken and wine It was steak and potatoes and lobster and babe I sure felt fine But now all you ever give me is seaweed and alfalfa sprouts And sunflower seeds and Igot my doubts You left me here with the Chicken Cordon Bleus My stomach is empty and all I got is food for thought I been up all nite thinkin' 'bout the twenty pounds of groceries we bought We bought ten lbs of brown rice and five more of beans And five pounds of granola and you know what that means, I'm just a regular fella with the Chicken Cordon Bleus I'm starved for affection and I don't think I can stand no more This stuff is so wierd that the cock roaches moved next door Can you see that old dog out in the street He's got a big smile on his face Cause they let him meat Babe I got the lemon and the Chicken Cordon Bleus (spoken) Yeah I'm goin down to the baker and get me a cannoli. and Maybe a chocolate eclaire would be nice...
Somebody Else's TroubleYesterday I went downtown and saw an oldtime picture show The hero got a pie in the face He didn't like that and he stormed around the screen But everybody else was laughin' in that place. (chorus) (That's cause) it ain't too hard to get along with somebody else's TROUBLES they don't make you lose any sleep at night as long as fate is out there bustin' somebody else's bubbles. (everything is gonna be alright) Did you ever pay for something that you didn't do? Did you ever figure out the reason why? When the doctor says this gonna hurt me a lot more than this hurts you Did you ever figure out that that's a lie He knows (chorus) I saw the boss come a walkin' down along the factory line, he said we all have to tighten up our belts, but he didn't look any thinner than he did a year ago and I wonder just how hungry that man felt He knows (chorus) So I asked the undertaker what it took to make him laugh when all he ever saw is people cryin' first he hands me a bunch of flowers that he received on my behalf he said, "Steve business just gets better all the time and it aint too hard (chorus) He Knows (chorus)
Six Hours Ahead Of The SunOne more night in a transatlantic city The clocks all run on someone elses time And the streets run so close to the houses But none of them run into mine And the people are all in a hurry And the whiskey's as cheap as the beer And the skyline looks just like that postcard I sent you And darlin' I wish you were here. Some folks travel for pleasure And other folks just born to roam Some folks can't stand the pressure and some folks never come home I only go where I have to go and I only come home when I'm done And If everything's right I'll be home Friday night Six Hours ahead of the sun. One more night in a transatlantic city You buy one round for everyone in sight You order up the same old glass of trouble But trouble just don't taste the same tonight And the local bartender tells you the stories And the local lovelies dance before your eyes And they call that dance old "Younger's Tartan" And I can't get all this blood out of my eyes Some folks drink when they're happy Some folks drink when they're dry Some folks drinks so they don't have to think And some folks drink till they dies: Drinking just gives me amnesia But the devil has a list of those who run Bun, win, place, and show And nowhere to go, and six hours ahead of the sun.
The I Ain't Never Heard You Play No BluesMy baby came to me this morning and said I'm kinda confused She said "If me and B.B. king was both drownin', Which one would you choose?" And I said "Oh Baby, Oh Baby, Oh Baby, I ain't never heard you play no blues"
You Never Even Call Me By My NameSteve Goodman (w/ help from John Prine) NOTE: The Version on this Recording does not contain the "Mother, Prison, Trains" verse! It was all that I could do to keep from cryin' sometimes it seems so useless to remain You don't have to call me darlin', darlin' You never even call me by my name. You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride. You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore. Even though your on my fightin' side. CHORUS And I'll hang around as long as you will let me And I never minded standin' in the rain. You don't have to call me darlin', darlin' You never even call me by my name. (Spoken, in a whiney twang) I've heard my name a few times in the phone book And on the neon sign above the bar I used to own But I know I'll hear the day my savior calls me home CHORUS: (we left out a few things... you can't have a good country and western song with out mother, prison, trains, farms, trucks and dogs) Well the dog got drunk and died and momma went to prison. Now nothing 'round this farm remains the same. It was raining the day momma broke out from prison and drove her getaway truck into a train CHORUS: So I'll hang around as long as you will let me And I never minded standin' in the rain. No, You don't have to call me darlin', darlin' You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me Why don't you ever call me by my name.
The City of New OrleansSteve Goodman Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. CHORUS: Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Dealin' card with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. Oh Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam.* Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream.* CHORUS Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Good night, America, how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. *Arlo Guthrie and others have substituted the word "steel" for "steam" and and "feel" for "dream"
The Vegetable SongCarl Martin It was late one nite by the pale moonlight all the vegetables gave a spree; they put out a sign that said the dancing's at nine and all the admission was free, there was peas and greens and cabbage and beans it was the biggest crowd you ever did see; and when mister cucumber struck up that number you should have heard those vegetables screams Oh little turnip top was doin' the backwards flop the cabbage is doin' the shimmy, she couldn't stop the little red beet shook its feet and the watermelon died of the cockeyed heat; little tomato, agitator, shook the shimmy with the sweet potato and old man garlic dropped dead of the colic down at the barnyard dance late this morning. down at the barnyard dance. (intrumental bridge) (in a falseto voice) Oh little turnip top was doin' the backwards flop the cabbage is doin' the shimmy, she couldn't stop the little red beet shook its feet and the watermelon died of the cockeyed heat; (normal voice) little tomato, agitator, shook the shimmy with the sweet potato and old man garlic dropped dead of the colic down at the barnyard dance late this morning. down at the barnyard... late this morning. down at the barnyard dance.
(The Barnyard Dance)
Lincoln Park PiratesIn Chicago where I live, there's a... there's a outfit that'll tow just almost anything off the streets but they deal mostly in automobile. and we call 'em the Lincoln Park Pirates*. The street lamps are on in Chicago tonite and lovers are gazin at stars, the stores are all closin' and Daley is dozin' and the fatman is counting the car; There's more cars than places to put 'em he said but I got room for them all, so round 'em up boys I want some more toys, hit the lot by the grocery store (chorus) --to me-- WAY HEY TOW'EM AWAY The Lincoln Park pirates are we; from Wilmette to Gary There's none that so hairy and we always collect our fee WAY-HEY tow 'em away we plunder the streets of your town, be it Edsel or Chevy, there's no car to heavy And no one can make us shut down. We break into cars when we gotta with pick axe and hammer and saw, they said this garage had no license but little care i for the law all my drivers are freindly and courteous; their good manners you always will get for they all are recent graduates from the charm scholl in Joliet (chorus) And when all of the cars are collected, and all of their fenders are ruined then I'll tow every boat in belmont harbor to the Licoln park Lagoon and when I've collected the ransom and sunk all the ones that won't yield then i'll tow all the planes that are blocking the runways at midway, O'Hare and Meigs Field --to me-- WAY HEY TOW'EM AWAY The Lincoln Park pirates are we; from Wilmette to Gary There's none that so hairy and we always collect our fee Way hey, tow 'em away, -- Citizens Gather around I think its enough and lets call his bluff Yeah lets throw the bum out of town. *
(S. Goodman) Well I wish I had some memories That I'd keep inside my trunk I wish I had a nickel for every beer I've drunk And I wish I had me a sailing ship That'd take me over the sea. I wish I could talk you in to coming home with me Is this the part where I came in I've heard this song before Had a couple too many but I think I can find the door And I do not know your name my friend But I've seen that face before Well I saw it in the Jail House and I saw in the War and I saw it my mirror Well just a couple of times before I wish I was the Candyman sweet as I could be In every town the ladies hang 'round Just to get a taste of me Iwish I was an opry star Or had me a Ph. D. I wish I had the common sense to be satisfied with me Is this the part where I came in I've heard this song before Had a couple too many but I think I can find the door And I do not know your name my friend But I've seen that face before Well I saw it in the Jail House and I saw in the War Well I saw it my mirror Well just a couple of times before (instrumental) I wish I had a magic pocket, That'd keep all my money in I wish I knew a good excuse for all of my mortal sins Well they say 'to know the best in life, you gotta know the worse' I wish that I had been the clown, who thought of that one verse Is this the part where I came in I've heard this song before Had a couple too many But I think I can find the door And I do not know your name my friend But I've seen that face before Hey, I saw it in the Jail House and I saw in the War Well I saw it in the mirror A couple of times before Let me tell you I saw it in the Jail House it was on the post office door and I saw it on my mirror a couple of times before Good People I saw it in the jail house Saw it in the war lord I saw it in the mirror ....fade