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Here Comes the Party
03:48
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Here comes the party you might as well accept it.
Here comes the party all dancing girls allowed
Here comes the party you might as well embrace it.
You can’t resist the pumping pulsing of the crowd.
Here comes the party you might as well dance harder
Here comes the party. Get out on the floor.
Here comes the party you might as well embrace it
You can’t resist the pumping pulsing anymore.
Here comes the reaper; he’s got his silver sickle.
Here comes the angels, each with their golden bowl.
Here comes the pale horse; he’s a steady creeper.
There’s no use asking me for whom the bell does toll.
Chorus
Bridge:
When it comes to life
And when it comes to amore
I tell you people I want more and more and more...
I know that life has dealt you many hard blows.
But look at me folks. I am living proof,
That each thorn has its blooming red rose.
And the fiddler soon steps down from off the roof!
Chorus
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2. |
Siddartha's Dancers
03:25
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’m gonna tell a little story. It ain’t of love and glory.
Then again...maybe it is.
It’s about a little duo that maybe once you knew
Oh they know how to fizz.
They creep into the door and they crawl out on the floor
And everything constantly goes...
Ski bop ba doo hoo
And when you see the motion of their crazy magic potion You will want to imbibe.
You will stop your second guesses
when you see their raven tresses
And how the motion of the ocean
start to causing a commotion.
Oh they’re hotter than a gun
Somebody please call 911
I don’t think I can take any more,
Ski bop ba doo hoo
And oh I really love it when they bumpin’ and grind
I’ve seen the moon from your back yard
I’ve seen that avant guard
But you ain't never seen nothin’ like lovin from this little oven
The dogs outside are yelping. They all want a second helping
And the pussy cats are purrin’ round the bowl
Ski bop ba doo hoo
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3. |
Tramps and Freaks
04:24
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Musica Tu Eres Un Amante Cruel
(Music, you are a cruel lover)
Gather around the campsite People
And I will sing a song for you
That all good tramps and freaks
Sing at midnight when
The others are fast asleep.
We are the ones that other consume
Oh mistress music be my true love
And as long as you are paying
We are the ones that don’t stop playing
And we sing
Hydee-Hydee-Ho!
Strike up the instruments, a song of sorrow
The night surrounds us like a glove
Could you be more cruel my own true love?
Music is our own true love
Music is our own true love....
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ock all your windows.
Lock all your doors
He stole all my money
and he’s comin’ back for more
Chorus:
He’s on the needle again.
He’s on the needle again
Rag Tag told ya cocaine does no harm
but look what they’re shootin’ on up their arm
Chorus
Little baby girl ain’t it sad
growin up alone without your dad Chorus
Bridge:
It’s a sad sad story.
Sad stories often come true.
You should heed my warning
or this song could be about you
When your friends on the junk and he stars acting out
Kick him out of your life and let him find another couch
He’s on the needle again.
He’s on the needle again.
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Well there’s one kind of favor I’ll ask of you.
One kind of favor I’ll ask of you.
One kind of favor I’ll ask of you...
See that my grave is kept clean.
Have you ever heard that coughing sound?
You ever heard that coughing sound?
Have you ever heard that coughing sound..?
Means another poor boy is in the ground
Chorus:
Well well well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make my dying bed.
Well there’s two white horses in a line.
Two white horses in a line.
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Well well well so I can die easy boys
Jesus gonna make my dying bed.
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6. |
Only A Drop Left
04:54
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Well there’s only a drop left.
The bottle is dry
I wanted to love you.
I still don’t know why.
There’s only a drop left. The bottle is dry.
But there’s too many tears left for me to cry.
I knew you were trouble.
You told me yourself.
But I just could not put my love on the shelf.
I told my heart you’d bring trouble and fear.
But it was too stubborn.
It just wouldn’t hear. So...
Chorus
I went to the bible my mama had known
To seek consolation from the king on the throne
I wasn’t prepared for what I would find
He said that the fault was completely mine.
Chorus
I know that sometimes we all lose our way
And we don’t have the strength for another day
But I tell myself “hold on. There’s help in the way.”
But I don’t believe a word that I say. So...
Chorus
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7. |
Shady Little Girl
01:29
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Shelly Shelly’s got a fiery streak and she can scream
I always tell her to cut it out
But she’s a shady little girl
When I come home she’s always talkin’ on the phone.
I think she’s talking to some other guy
Cause she’s a shady little girl
Shady little girl.
Teacher teacher can ya teach me what to do?
I got this bad bad feeling me and Shelly are through.
If ya ever find a woman that’s good and true
Never never ever leave her side she’s not a shady little girl. Shady little girl
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8. |
Back To New Orleans
03:53
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Whoa my my, who my oh
Been lotsa fun but it is time to go
When they all ask you where I will be
I’ve packed all my bags and gone back to New Orleans.
Yeah I’m goin back. Back to New Orleans
Whap boom bam. Ski bop bay
I wouldn’t stay here for another day
When they all ask you where I will be
I’ve packed my bags and gone to New Orleans
Yeah I’m goin back. Back to New Orleans.
Saved up my money
Found a car
I’ve got a sweet woman down at Jean lafitte’s bar
When they all ask about it, where I’m goin,
tell them I’m headed down to where the
Mississippi’s flowing.
Whoa my my whoa my oh,
when they all ask you where I will be
I’ve packed my bags and gone back. Back to new Orleans
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9. |
John The Revelator
04:43
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Who’s that writing?
John the revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
God walked out in the cool of the evening
Called Adam by his name
But Adam wouldn’t answer cause
he was naked and ashamed.
Who’s that writing?
John the revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Christ had twelve apostles
Three he led away
Said watch with me one hour while
I go yonder and pray
Who’s that writing?
John the revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Amen.
John on the isle of Patmos
Fell as dead on the ground
And there he had a vision
Three nines turned upside down
Who’s that writing?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Amen.
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10. |
Farewell
04:44
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Well there’s something that I’ve noticed boys
as I walk around this town.
That life is run off money boys
and it’s starting to get me down.
There’s a girl way up north somewhere
I’d really like to see
But that chilly wind
is not in store for me.
Chorus:
And its farewell to old Monty
And its farewell to the lads
Farewell to old Taft Street
the best times we’ve ever had
And its farewell to the lasses
and farewell to my friends
All good things must come to an end.
Well I’ve seen the old central
and its churning’ around the curve
With a silhouette like Son House
as he’s straining every nerve
And I wish I could be on it boys
but that’s just not to be T
here ain’t nothing boys
in this old life that’s free.
Chorus
Farewell, it’s time to hit the road.
Farewell to the children
Farewell to the strife Farewell to my family
Farewell to this cruel life
I said farewell
It’s time for your Tramps to hit the road...
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Sideshow Tramps Houston, Texas
Sideshow Tramps are an award winning band hailing from the great state of Texas. A roots ensemble playing styles ranging from Bluegrass, Gypsy Jazz, Country, Tejano, Rock and Roll, you name it and they probably do it. Most importantly they give you a transformative blistering experience of a show you'll never forget. ... more
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