Felice Brothers : The Felice Brothers

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Little Ann's in the kitchen in her mornin' gown

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With the rainy weather coming down Oh the radio does play, I could sweep you off your feet But you're too teary-eyed to even know Little Ann, Little Ann, let that stormy weather go From your front door to the hall, Chicago

Harmonica verse

Oh the lightning and the thunder are rolling in the sky Coming down just like your teary eyes Oh Annie don't you cry, if you're crying for me When you're gone I'll find some company Little Ann, Little Ann, let that stormy weather go From your front door to the hall, Chicago Little Ann, Little Ann, let that stormy weather go From your troubled mind to the heart of Chicago

I'm in the lobby of the motel 8 Waiting on my lovely date Her name is Doris Day I'm in a suit of burgundy There's a deer-head looking at me It's blowing my mind away Everyone knows she's the killing kind She keeps a .38 Smith and Wesson at her side I put a pistol in my pants 'Cause we're going out to dance Where the water drinks like cherry wine Tell me mama, so it seems Your son's been a bad marine They're shipping him home tonight Tell me mama, where's your other son In jail with the other one? You mustn't of raised them right I heard your lowlife husband shout It got me to wondering what the scene was all about He said I'm breaking my parole Going down to Jericho Get me that money, or I'm gonna beat it out Oh happy days are here! It's the perfect summer night And the moonlight's shining clear Put a pistol in your purse 'Cause we're going to Gettysburg To the stand of the greatest show on earth! Is that your daughter Mr Kissinger? Better keep an eye on her She been looking me up and down Is that your woman in the coat of fur? Better keep an eye on her This is a ravenous part of town I know about you and the deputy And how they found him shot dead in a Mercury Some say you're paid to kill Like that mean ol' Buffalo Bill Watch it buddy! Don't draw no gun on me! Oh happy days are here! It's the perfect summer night And the moonlight's shining clear Put a pistol in your purse 'Cause we're going to Gettysburg To the stand of the greatest show on earth!

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My car goes Chicago

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Every weekend to pick up some cargo

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I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie

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Turn the goddamn radio down, thank you

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Pull over, count the money

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But don't count the thirty in the glove box, buddy

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That's for to buy Lucille some clothes

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Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

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He shot me down, Lucille!

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Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

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He shot me down, Lucille!

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He shot me down, he shot me down (he shot me down)

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Work zones, double fines, don't pass the double lines Trailer McDonald's rest stop trailer double wide I saw a man hit my mom one time, really I hurt him so damn bad I had to hide in Jersey Called my mama, told her in the dresser There's ten or twenty dollars but there ain't no lesser That's for to take my sister to the picture show Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun He shot me down, Lucille! Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun He shot me down, Lucille! He shot me down, he shot me down (he shot me down)

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Sha-na-na sha-na na-na na-na-na

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Sha-na-na sha-na-na Sha-na-na sha-na na-na na-na-na Sha-na-na sha-na-na Spit make a fender shine, Frankie your friend of mine Got me off a bender after long-legged Brenda died I thought we might be on a roll this time, Frankie I could have sworn the box said "Hollywood blanks" but You see my mama, please tell her I left a little rock in a box in the cellar That's for to wear till kingdom come Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun He shot me down, Lucille! Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun He shot me down, Lucille! He shot me down, he shot me down (he shot me down) Sha-na-na sha-na na-na na-na-na Sha-na-na sha-na-na Sha-na-na sha-na na-na na-na-na Sha-na-na sha-na-na

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Winter passed without a glance

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Took our only boy last

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She cried and God's arms were a blinding, breathing ocean Blooming spring brought all I need Warmth and rain for me to seed My earth, good earth for our boy to lie in In the summer I work my land She walks like she still held his hand And I swear to God I caught her once or twice smiling In the autumn, the gold wheat swaying I cut her down from where she was swinging Said, Goddamn you Jim, up there I could hear him laughing

Intro of chorus chords

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Every Sunday morning I wake up

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I see you by your dresser doing your make-up

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Fluttering a Chinese fan in a Knoxville fashion

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All last night you tossed and turned

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Your body was hotter than the night that Richmond burned

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You say you had a bad nightmare about tractor trailers crashing

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Throw your arms around me, let's keep this quiet

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Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire

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See our breath in the window, in the turning light

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Oh it's a wonderful life You say you were only seventeen When you fell in love with that dirty Reverend Green I remember you at the baptism as he held his daughter down We could hear Thelma and Louise Making love under the poplar trees We could hear some screaming, sounded like a slaughterhouse Throw your arms around me, let's keep this quiet Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire See our breath in the window, in the siren light Oh it's a wonderful life Me and Joey started a fire in the road Just to watch it glow His father didn't like it though, he gave Joey a black eye Me and you we did the same damn thing We fell in love knowing the pain it would bring Now all I do is sing sad songs with red eyes Throw your arms around me, let's keep this quiet Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire See our breath in the window, in the turning light Oh it's a wonderful life

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Would you love me if I told you I was born upstream?

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If I told you I come from money, white money

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Would you love me, would you love me?

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Well, I was born down by a bad little river in a poor town

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Where an Indian-giver put a board out, it said "Boarding House"

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Call him Scarecrow, he kept whores around

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And I'd go there, I'd wait my turn on the broke stairs

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And get me the girl with the golden hair

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Aw yeah, leave your clothes there, on the folding chair

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In that cold room, your breath would twist just like ghosts do

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You said, "Call me Dorothy in red shoes"

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And the bed moved, the bed moved, the bed moved

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Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

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Well, the man would come in, it's hard living right giving head when

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The sad days of winter have set in

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And the medicine for a mannequin is heroin

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I'd find you there in the bath, we'd cook up your shit in a tin can

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And you started calling me Tin Man

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And we started making plans to begin again, begin again

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You saved a C-note, told me you felt like a seagull

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Told me to meet at the depot

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With the needle, then maybe we'd go, to Reno

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Where you'd be my desert dove and we'd find a way to make better love

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Said, "Baby, that's how the West was won"

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And the blood-red sun, Yeah, the blood-red sun, and the blood-red

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Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

Instrumental over intro chords

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Well, the man cries, "Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?"

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But I loved you there in the lamp light

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With your bare thighs, and the halo of your hair alive

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And all my life long I'll never shake off your siren song

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And all of your talk about dying young

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With an iron lung and that crazy way you said

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Simon, I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight

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Simon, I think I'm gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

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Did you hear about Saint Stephen's end?

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How they stoned him by the river bend

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In the morning sun

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When the world was young Did you hear about the elephant? Ran wild from the circus tent Killed a crowd of ten Before they shot him dead

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Oh Mary, don't you cry

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Please lay your weary hand in mine Did you hear about Edith Cavell? How on the firing line she fell In a Belgian night In a dress of white Oh Mary, don't you cry Please lay your weary hand in mine

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And swing low and softly down

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And lend me your ear

Repeat intro

Did you hear about Saint Peter's crown? How they crucified him upside down In the desert air When the world was fair Oh Mary, don't you cry Please lay your weary hand in mine And swing low and softly down And lend me your ear

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Mary dear

Capo:

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Intro spoken over verse chords:

"I lost my leg in the war What war? The war of love! My girl's a real shark I'm not gonna try to debate it Not everybody's perfect"

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My baby told me, "Darling

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If you can't get a pardon, better get a parole"

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I told her I'd be out by morning

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When the sun is dawning, with the money rolled

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Ooh-wee, that gal's the gal for me

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She loves me tenderly

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I walked with my brand new slacks

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And my hair slick back down to Donny's pier

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Donny wants me to buy him a bottle

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But I blew my wallet on a chandelier

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All for my loving gal Eleanor

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Who loves the elderly

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A bottle of scotch, a dimesack and a diamond watch

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Wouldn't you like that?

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A bottle of gin, a typewriter and a violin

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Wouldn't you like that?

Piano solo: ("James Felice on the piano. A real talent!")

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Ooh-wee, that gal's the gal for me

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She loves me tenderly

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I left my blue-eyed lady

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And went with Tony Mercedes to the gambling den

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I lost my diamond watch

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But in the parking lot I took back again

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Oh man! You've got to understand

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She loves me tenderly

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A bottle of scotch, a dimesack and a diamond watch

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Wouldn't you like that?

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A bottle of gin, a typewriter and a violin

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Wouldn't you like that?

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A sunny day, a shotgun and a Chevrolet

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Wouldn't you like that?

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A painted scene of horses on the city green

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Wouldn't you like that?

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A microwave, a pillbox and a jack of spades

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Wouldn't you like that?

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Her name was Ruby Mae

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She danced the cabaret

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Such a lovely girl was she

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That Ruby Mae In the open window breeze She pulled her stockings above her knees Such a lovely girl was she That Ruby Mae On a lonely winter night I followed her under Christmas lights So low down was I To Ruby Mae In the bitter morning air I hid her body there In the heart of old Times Square So she'd not lose her way Her name was Ruby Mae She danced the cabaret Such a lovely girl was she...

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Fmaj7

I'll call my carrier pigeons home

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From a window where I stand alone

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I'll draw the blinds and fall asleep

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In an attic full of make-believe

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Where carolers sing below

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With bells in the falling snow

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Their shadows against the white

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On streets of electric light At the bar I'll watch the news awhile Just to see the anchor woman smile On a stage I'll sing an Elvis song Just to hear the barmaids sing along Mirrors and razor blades Christmas eve parades A murder by mistletoe Drunks in the falling snow

Instrumental verse

She left him by the night arcade And turned his heart into a spade He turned that lovely blue eyed Jane To a homicide on Campbell Lane Hearing the sirens croon In a familiar room Laying with last year's love High as the moon above

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I put some whiskey into my whiskey

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I put some heartbreak into my heart

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I put my boots on that old dance floor

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I put three rounds, Lord, in my forty-four I loved a girl, she was my sunshine Her name was Eleanor from Caroline She got fast with a friend of mine At the dance hall, Lord, on the county line I put some whiskey into my whiskey I put some heartbreak into my heart I made my way across that old dance floor Put three rounds, Lord, in my Eleanor

Instrumental verse

I filled my glass with Uncle Jack I'll lay my skin in my Sunday black I'll make my bed on that railroad track I'll leave this world, Lord, and I won't look back I put some whiskey into my whiskey I put some heartbreak into my heart I made my way across that old dance floor Put three rounds, Lord, in my Eleanor

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Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise

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Six foot two, hair of blonde, eyes of blue

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She seems to think that the devil's dressed in pink

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But I can't gracefully agree

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Stormy Russian, stay a while with me Houston Doll, there's a Russian in your car I can't be sure, I think I've seen that Russian man before He seems to believe that love is all you need How could I ever take his place? Stormy Russian, won't you look me in the face? Aunt Louise, there's a doctor in the trees A stethoscope brittle as a hangman's rope He seems to know something I don't know Concerning my lover's whereabouts Stormy doctor, everybody has their doubts |

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Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise

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Intro: verse chords

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Annabelle, the dying leaves

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Are dancing off of the trees

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They got an easy way Let's you and me go dancing, too Wreck our dancing shoes Hey, hey, hey

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Please don't you ever die

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You ever die, you ever die You moved me all of my life All of my life, all of my life Hum our radio songs Radio song, radio song After every radio's gone Radio's gone, radio's gone Annabelle, the dying stars Are falling down on us They got an easy way Let's you and me go falling, too Way out into the blue Hey, hey, hey Please don't you ever die You ever die, you ever die You moved me all of my life All of my life, all of my life Hum our radio songs Radio song, radio song After every radio's gone Radio's gone, radio's gone

Capo:

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Tip the maid a dollar and a half

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Tip the waitress, feed her cocaine habit

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Tip the man with the gun, tip at least everyone

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Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the grocery girl if you want Tip the religious man on the yacht Tip the women who wait on the white magistrate Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the butler, tip the boy at the bar Tip the one in the feathers and tar Tip the fool in the aisle, tip the most ugly child Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the corner bum everyday Tip the New York whore in the sleigh Tip the carousel girl, tip the monkey in curls Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the girls embroidered in red Tip the cannons that blew off her head Tip the firing ships and the banners they rip Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the bride a knife in the back Tip your Long Island lawyer in black Tip the saint on the phone, he's a long way from home Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the cavalry officer's son Tip the streetcar children that run Tip the man with the sickle, tip him a nickel Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the drummer boy in the fog Tip the children who pet the wolf dog Tip me a ring if you like how I sing Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the judge, tip the innocent man Tip the electric chair guard if you can Tip the old prison priest, he ain't slept in weeks Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the stadium crowd in the sun Tip away your life with the gun Tip father time for keeping you fine Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip all of the boys in the band Tip a piece of your life in their hands If the barn starts to burn, give your lover a turn Dance your way into heaven's gate Dance alone, dance a merry old jig Dance a butterfly's death in the ring Dance the cold night away to a Johnny Cash tape Dance your way into heaven's gate Tip your own true love in the rain Leave her there where the saxophones play Boy you're young as can be, you got country to see You're a long ways from heaven's gate

Felice Brothers : The Felice Brothers
2008

Little Ann

Greatest Show On Earth

Frankie's Gun

Goddamn You, Jim

Wonderful Life

Don't Wake The Scarecrow

Saint Stephen's End

Love Me Tenderly

Ruby Mae

Murder By Mistletoe

Whiskey In My Whiskey

Helen Fry

Radio Song

Tip Your Way

Felice Brothers : The Felice Brothers 2008

Little Ann

Greatest Show On Earth

Frankie's Gun

Goddamn You, Jim

Wonderful Life

Don't Wake The Scarecrow

Saint Stephen's End

Love Me Tenderly

Ruby Mae

Murder By Mistletoe

Whiskey In My Whiskey

Helen Fry

Radio Song

Tip Your Way

Felice Brothers : The Felice Brothers
2008