Chordproc: Steve Earle : El Corazon

Steve Earle : El Corazon


  1. Christmas In Washington
  2. Taneytown
  3. Telephone Road
  4. You Know The Rest
  5. Fort Worth Blues

Christmas In Washington

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It's Christmastime in Washington
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The Democrats rehearsed
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Gettin' into gear for four more years
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Things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat And thanked their lucky stars They said, "He cannot seek another term They'll be no more FDRs" I sat home in Tennessee Staring at the screen With an uneasy feeling in my chest And I'm wonderin' what it means
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So come back Woody Guthrie
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Come back to us now
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Tear your eyes from paradise
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And rise again somehow
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If you run into Jesus
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Maybe he can help you out
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Come back Woody Guthrie to us now
I followed in your footsteps once Back in my travelin' days Somewhere I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through the haze But there's killers on the highway now And F man can't get around So I sold my soul for wheels that roll Now I'm stuck here in this town So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes for paradise And rise again some how If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now There's foxes in the hen house Cows out in the corn The unions have been busted Their proud red banners torn To listen to the radio You'd think that all was well But you and me and Cisco know It's going straight to hell So come back, Emma Goldman Rise up, old Joe Hill The barracades are goin' up They cannot break our will Come back to us, Malcolm X And Martin Luther King We're marching into Selma As the bells of freedom ring So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes for paradise And rise again some how



Taneytown

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I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown
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To see what I could see
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My mama told me never go, I'm damned near twenty-two years old
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Sometimes I feel this hollow swallowing me
She went off to Gettysburg, went off with that new beau of hers I snuck off after dark It's a long way down the Canny Road, the stars were bright and the moon was low Down where the blacktop highway starts I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown I went down to see what I could see Now everybody stared at me, you'd think that they ain't never seen A colored boy before Well, they jumped at me and they called me names They'd a whupped me sure, but the sheriff came I slipped off, ran through the drygoods store I ran down Division Street, but some of them boys followed me Down to the railroad track There was four of them and I came five, but I got my old Randall knife I cut that boy and I never did look back I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown I went down to see what I could see Across the fields and woods I run, like a bullet from a rabbit gun Back home to my bed Ma came back from Gettysburg, her and that new beau of hers Boy you look like hell, was all she said A month went by without a word, someone down in the hollow heard About that boy they hung He begged those men to spare his life, but I dropped my bloody Randall knife He picked it up, so they thought he was the one I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown I ain't going back there anymore



Telephone Road

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My brother Jimmy, my other brother Jack
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They went down to Houston and they never came back
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Mama wasn't going to let her baby go yet
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But there ain't nobody hiring back in Lafayette
Working all week for the Texico check Sun beating down on the back of my neck Tried to save my money but Jimmy says no Says he's got a little honey on Telephone Road
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Come on, come on, come on, let's go
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This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
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Come on come on come on lets go
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Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road
Telephone Road is ten miles long Fifty car lots and a hundred Honky Tonks Juke box is blasting and the beer bottles ring Jimmy banging on the pinball machine Come on, come on, come on, let's go This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know Come on, come on, come on, let's go Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road Mama never told me about nothing like this I guess Houston's about as big as the city can get Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafayette Some day I'm going home, but I ain't ready yet Come on, come on, come on, let's go This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know Come on, come on, come on, let's go Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road



You Know The Rest

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Moses went up to the mountain To see what he could see Well he come down talking 'bout a burning bush
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Says 'This is how it's gonna be'
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He's scared to death
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You know the rest
Columbus went down to the ocean In 1492 He said 'Boys, I'm looking for India But America will do' Sailed to the west You know the rest Davey Crockett went out to Texas To fight at the Alamo Old Will Travis never told him Texas is in Mexico It's a bloody mess You know the rest Robert Johnson went down to the crossroads A guitar in his hands Well, the devil had him a guitar, too He says 'This is what you need man You can be the best' You know the rest Well this song ain't got no reason Hell this song barely rhymes Well it come to me when I was asleep And it wakes me up sometimes I can't get no rest You know the rest



Fort Worth Blues

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In Fort. Worth all the neon's burnin' bright
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Pretty lights red and blue
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But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight
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And say a prayer or two if they only knew
You used to say the highway was your home But we both know that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travelin' to
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But Colorado's always clean and healin'
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And Tennessee in spring is green and cool
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It never really was your kind of town
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But you went around with the Ft. Worth Blues
Somewhere up beyond the great divide Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light Just hold on tight, that's all you gotta do And they say Texas weather's always changin' And one thing change'll bring is somethin' new And Houston really ain't that bad a town So you hang around with the Ft. Worth Blues There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight Silver light over green and blue And every place I travel through, I find Some kinda sign that you've been through But Amsterdam was always good for grieving And London never fails to leave me blue And Paris never was my kinda town So I walked around with the Ft. Worth Blues