DIG ALL NIGHT
Copyright 1988 Hightone Records HCD 8015
Produced by Joe Ely
Behind The Bamboo Shade
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
In a border town when the lights go down
And the Ranchero Radio plays
You wont find me around in the lights of the town
I'll be out where the day meets the shade
I only came for a holiday to sit in the Mexican wind
I only came for the whiskey, but suddenly she walked in
She wore a dress made of lace,
And the light on her face
I felt the room start to shake
It shook a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade...
I only came for the sun but I wound up with the moon and the stars
When her eyes met mine, the room filled with Spanish guitars
The kerosene in my blood
Came on like a flood
As I stood to take her away
To a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade...
On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the Day of the Dead
I reached out in the dark,
Put my hand on her heart,
While the bows of the palm trees swayed
On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
I woke up in a sweat, my legs feeling too weak to stand
There's a pain in my back and not a bit of grip in my hands
A flash of steel in the night
Left me no time to write
An epitaph to leave on my grave
The church bells rang on a Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade
With the skeletons dancing on the eve of the Day of the Dead
If you see Juan
Tell him I can't come
I've got a previous engagement I've made.
I'm On a Black Spanish Love Seat Behind the Bamboo Shade...
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Dig All Night
Lyrics by Joe Ely
Music by Joe Ely and Mitch Watkins
I'm...
Just sittin' here wonderin'
The world's gone to hell
And we blame someone else
For the trouble we're in
In a big Easy Chair
At the T.V. we stare
While the world caves in
And it ain't no wonder, that we don't get a break
It's so easy to find someone else's mistakes
Give me a shovel
I'm gonna dig all night
Give me a hammer
I'm gonna chisel for light
Love is the thing
Makes the world go round
Come here darlin'
I wanna take you down...
I'm...
just sittin' here wonderin'
There's too many hearts
Too many miles apart
And they can't give up
And no one can win
There's just too many bends
On the river of love
And it ain't no wonder, that we don't get a break
It's so easy to find someone else's mistakes
Give me a shovel
I'm gonna dig all night
Give me a hammer
I'm gonna chisel for light
Love is the thing
Makes the world go round
Come here darlin'
I wanna take you down...
Well, if you ever get down
In a hole in the ground
You Gotta DIG
If you're walkin' the streets
Hungry and beat
You Gotta DIG
On your own
Away from home
You Gotta DIG, You better dig
Breakin' your back
Ballin' the jack
You Gotta DIG
Give me a shovel
I'm gonna dig all night
Give me a hammer
I'm gonna chisel for light
Love is the thing
Makes the world go round
Come here darlin'
I wanna take you down...
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Drivin' Man
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
I'm a Drivin' Man
I'm a Drivin' Man
I'm a travelin' light, roarin' thru the night
I'm a Drivin' Man
I'm a Risin Sun
I'm a Risin Sun
My love is true, I'm gonna shine on you
I'm a Risin Sun
I heard your mama say, you better stay away
From a Drivin' Man
He's trouble in motion, and when he gets the notion
He'll leave you right where you stand
I'm a Loaded Gun
I'm a Loaded Gun
I'm a Loaded Gun, down the road I run
I'm a Loaded Gun
I heard your mama say, you better stay away
From a Drivin' Man
He's trouble in motion, and when he gets the notion
He'll leave you right where you stand
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My Eyes Got Lucky
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
Out a my window, 'round my back
You can see the full moon slidin' down the railroad track
Sixty miles an hour, my babys holdin' tight
I'm crazy to be on this highway tonight
Cool breeze in my hair baby I don't care
I've got no destination and I'm half way there
My eyes got lucky, My eyes got lucky
My eyes got lucky, My eyes got lucky
My eyes got lucky when they fell on you
If this night never ends, It'll be way too soon!
My eyes got lucky
I remember when I met her the wind in the trees
Moonlight on your face and a cool, cool breeze
Now I'm sittin' here beside her and she's purrin like a cat
It's funny how memories seem to be made like that.
Cool breeze in my hair baby I don't care
I've got no destination and I'm half way there
My eyes got lucky, My eyes got lucky
My eyes got lucky, My eyes got lucky
My eyes got lucky when they fell on you
If this night never ends, It'll be way too soon!
My eyes got lucky
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Maybe She'll Find Me
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
Walking in this city
Ain't got a friend
All I meet is strangers
With no time to lend
Buildings and the steeples
Aimed for the sky
Looking oh, so lonely
Lonely as I
Maybe, maybe, maybe
I can find someone
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe she'll find me
Some lovers are like countries
So far apart
Spending time counting the miles
That lay between their hearts
Some lovers are like ships at sea
With a broken mast
Knowin' not where they're goin'
Knowin' not who to ask
Maybe, maybe, maybe
I can find someone
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe she'll find me
Believe I'll go down to the bay
Believe I'll jump right in
Hear the fishes laughing
When they find out I can't swim
Believe I'll go down to the bay
Look across the sea
Throw a rose into the bay
Make believe I'm free
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For Your Love
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
For your love I'd rope the moon
Put it in a blender
Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender
I'd bite the brand off a buckin' Brahma Bull
I'd rob me a gin mill
Then I'd fill the ocean full
I'd take on the Army
And the Her Majesty's Marines
Your love ain't just the cover
It's the whole Magazine!
For your love I'd stop a freight train
Single-handed.
I would straighten out the bends in the Rio Grande
I'd climb up the tower at the T.V.station
Broadcast my affection to the United Nations
I'd take on the Government
In Washington D
Your love ain't just the en-jine
It's a rockin' machine!
For Your Love...I'd stop the hands of time
For Your Love...I'd dig a diamond mine
For Your Love...I'd do it all the time
For your love I'd walk a tight rope
Wrestle Anacondas
Jump a motorcyle over half-a-dozen Hondas
Carve your initials on a forest of bamboo
Paint the Brooklyn Bridge, baby, pink with a broom
I'd take on the press
From Tokyo to Pravda
Your love ain't just the hot sauce
It's the whole enchalada
For Your Love...I'd stop the hands of time
For Your Love...I'd dig a diamond mine
For Your Love...I'd do it all the time
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Grandfather Blues
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
My great great Grandfather
Prospected for gold
In the wilds of Alaska
In the Yukon cold
My great Grandfather
Fought the Civil War
On the side of the South
In the Infantry Corps
My own Grandfather
Was a hell of a man
He rode Rock Island Railroad
In the blowing sand
All this makes me wonder
What they'll say about me
Oh he was just some fool rambler
Dyin to be free
O-o-oh, I need one good woman to pull me through
O-o-oh, I got one good woman just like you
My great great Grandmother
Wore a calico gown
She had a double-barreled shotgun
That she never set down
My great Grandmother
Was a Cherokee bride
You could find her every evening
Down by the riverside
My own Grandmother
Had a heart of gold
She had eyes like an Angel
And an ocean for a Soul
All this makes me wonder
What they'll say about me
Oh he was just some fool rambler
Dyin to be free
O-o-oh, I need one good woman to pull me through
O-o-oh, I got one good woman just like you!
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I Didn't Even Do It
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
I woke up this mornin
I was half insane
and I didn't even know it
I didn't even know it
I went back to bed
I knew I had been framed
Cause I didn't even do it
I didn't even do it
Well you can't come in
No you can't come in
I didn't even do it...
I didn't even do it...
I didn't even do it...
And you can't come in......
When the telephone rang
I was thinkin' 'bout the jury
But I couldn't even face it
No I couldn't even face it
When the cops come knockin
They was knockin with a fury
I said I didn't even do it
I didn't even do it
Well you can't come in
No you can't come in
I didn't even do it...
I didn't even do it...
I didn't even do it...
And you can't come in......
When they took me to the jail
I said, "Room service, please"
They didn't even like it
When the judge said, son
Boy, get down on your knees
I said I didn't even do it
Your honor, I didn't even do it
Well you can't come in
No you can't come in
I didn't even do it...
I didn't even do it...
I didn't even do it...
And you can't come in......
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Jazz Street
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream
He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum machine
She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on jazz street
Where the company girls and the go betweens are known to meet
Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass bell
And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was just as well
He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around
on Jazz Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down
on Jazz Street
They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
With a love like this, who could wish
for anything better than heaven...
on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
lead
He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers chain
His stereo had remote control that was made in Spain
He left his sister behind, she was doin time in the Federal Pen
Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man like him
She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use
She'd been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes and her only hope was to play the bluff
Make believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough
He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around
on Jazz Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down
on Jazz Street
They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven
With a love like this, who could wish
for anything better than heaven...
on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around
on Jazz Street
She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down
on Jazz Street
They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet
on Jazz Street
All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
on Jazz Street
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Richman, Poorboy
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
Well a poor boy's got one thing on a rich man, honey
He's got time to feel,
he don't have to deal with all his money
So if you want me, ya gotta take me just the way that I am.
I'm a poor boy, my heart's on fire, I'm a travelin' man.
If you wanna be lonely,
Sleepin in bed with all your diamond rings
Go ahead and find someone
With a heart as cold as stone
But don't come a knockin' when you wake up all alone
Because a poor boy's got one thing on a rich man, honey
He don't have to pretend,
he's got the world to win with all his money
So if you want me, ya gotta take me just the way that I am.
I'm a poor boy, my heart's on fire, I'm a travelin' man...
If you wanna be lonely,
Sleepin in bed with all your diamond rings
Go ahead and find someone
With a heart as cold as stone
But don't come a knockin' when you wake up all alone
Because a poor boy's got one thing on a rich man, honey
He knows the gift of love
is a bundle above a whole mountain of money
So if you want me, ya gotta take me just the way that I am.
I'm a poor boy, my heart's on fire, I'm not a candy stand...
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Settle for Love
Music and Lyrics by Joe Ely
You say you want drama
I'll Give you drama
You say you want muscle
I'll give you nerve
You want sugar
Would you settle for honey?
You want romance
Would you settle for Love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love or do you need
All that meaningless stuff?
Would you settle for love?
Would it be enough?
Baby, Would you settle for love?
You say you want fire
I'll give you fever
You want kisses
I'll give you all I got
You want diamonds
I'll Give you rhinestones
And you want romance
Would you settle for Love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love?
Would you settle for love or do you need
All that meaningless stuff?
Would you settle for love?
Would it be enough?
Baby, Would you settle for love?
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