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Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson


Background information
Birth name Willie Hugh Nelson
Born April 30, 1933
Origin Abbott, Texas, U.S.
Genre(s) Country
Country Rock
Outlaw country
Alternative Country
Years active 1956—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Island Records
Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
Lost Highway Records
Associated acts Waylon Jennings
The Highwaymen
Johnny Cash
Kris Kristofferson
Roger Miller
Ray Price
Snoop Dogg
Merle Haggard
Kurt Nilsen
Faron Young
Emmylou Harris
Dolly Parton
Juice Newton
Toby Keith
Sheryl Crow
Norah Jones
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Willie Nelson Album


with Wynton Marsalis
Two Men With The Blues (07/08/2008)
07/08/2008
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Bright lights, big city
Gone to my baby's head
Bright lights, big city
Gone to my baby's head

I'd tried to tell the woman
But she doesn't believe a word I said
Go light pretty baby...
Gonna need my help some day
It's all right pretty baby...
Gonna need my help some day

You're gonna wish you listened
To some of those things I said

Go ahead pretty baby
Oh, honey knock yourself out
Go ahead pretty baby
Oh honey knock yourself out

I still love you baby
Cause you don't know what it's all about

Bright lights, big city
Gone to my baby's head
Bright lights, big city
Gone to my baby's head

. . .


When the evenin' sun goes down
You will find me hangin' 'round
Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life
But it's my life

Many people just like me
Dreamin' of old used-to-be's
Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life
Ah, but it's my life

Listen to the blues that they're playin'
Listen what the blues are sayin'

Life is just another scene
In this old world of broken dreams
Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life
But it's my life

Oh, the night life ain't no good life
Oh, but it's my life

Yeah, it's my life

. . .


Walking with my baby, she got great big feet
Long, lean and cranky and ain't had nothing to eat
But she's my baby, I love her just the same
I'm crazy about my baby 'cause Caldonia is her name
Caldonia, Caldonia
What makes your big head so hard?
I love you, I love you just the same
I'm crazy about you, baby, 'cause Caldonia is your name

You know my mother told me to leave Caldonia alone
No kidding, that what she said
She said, "Son, the woman ain't no good, leave her alone"
But mama didn't know what Caldonia had been putting down
So I'm going down to Caldonia's house and ask her just one more time

Caldonia, Caldonia
What makes your big head so hard?
I love you, love you just the same
I'm crazy about you, baby, 'cause Caldonia is your name

. . .


Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night
dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my constellation
Is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart there always will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love refrained

Though I dream in vain
In my heart there always will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love refrained

(Repeat)

. . .


No won't you come along with me
Down the Mississippi
We'll take trip to the land of dreams
Floatin' down the river down to New Orleans

And the band'll be there to meet us
Oh, friends to greet us
That's where the light and the dark folks meet
A heaven on earth - they call it Basin Street

Basin street is the street
Where the elite always meet
Out in New Orleans, the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means
And I'd rather be, yes-sir-ee
New Orleans the land of dreams
Where I can lose my Basin Street blues

Now ain't you glad you came with me
We went down the Mississippi
We took a trip
To the land of dreams
We floated down the river
Down to New Orleans

Basin street - that's the street
Where the elite always meet
Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
And you'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means
I'd rather be, yes-sir-ee
New Orleans the land of dreams
Where I can lose my Basin Street blues

. . .


Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through.
An' just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.

Georgia, Georgia, a song of you,
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines.

Other arms reach out to me;
Other eyes smile tenderly.
Still in peaceful dreams I see,
The road leads back to you.

Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.

Instrumental break.

Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.

On my mind.
On my mind.

On my mind.
On my mind.

On my mind.
On my mind.

On my mind.


To Fade out.


. . .


Well it's cloudy in the morning gonna be raining in the afternoon
Cloudy in the morning and it's gonna be raining in the afternoon
If you don't like this rainy weather you better pack your bags and move
But if you're running from it brother the only road that I can see
If you're running from it brother the only road that I can see
Is the road that leads to nowhere and nowhere is a fool like me
Rain keep a falling falling round my window pane
Rain keep a falling falling round my window pane
Ain't never seen so much rainy weather guess I'll never see the sun again

[ guitar + harmonica ]

Save those dimes and nickels save 'em for a rainy day
Save your dimes and nickels save 'em for a rainy day
It ain't gonna keep the rain from coming but at least you know you've paid your way
Rain rain rain keep a falling...

. . .


Well, I went upon a mountain, I looked down in the sea
I seen the crabs and the fishes doing the beebop beep
'Cause my bucket's got a hole in it, yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it
Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

[Chorus:]
Yeah! My bucket's got a hole in it
Yeah! My bucket's got a hole in it
Yeah! My bucket's got a hole in it
I can't buy no beer

Well, I'm standing on the corner with a bucket in my hand
I'm a-waiting for a woman that ain't got no man
Cause my bucket's got a hole in it
Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

[Chorus]

Well, there ain't no use for me a-working so hard
When I got a woman in the boss man's yard
'Cause my bucket's got a hole in it, yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it
Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

[Chorus]

Well, me and my baby, we just bought a Ford
And now we sit together on the running board
'Cause my bucket's got a hole in it, yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it
Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't buy no beer

[Chorus]

. . .


There is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
That folks don't criticize me
But I'm gonna do
Just what I want to anyway
Don't care if they all despise me

If I go to church on Sunday
And I honkytonk all day Monday
Ain't nobody's business if I do

And if I should get a feeling
I wanna dance upon the ceiling
Ain't nobody's business, oh it ain't nobody's business if I do

If I stay out all night
Spend all my money, well that's all right
It ain't nobody's business if I do

You try to tell me I got no right to sing the blues
What gives you the right to tell me what I should do?
It ain't nobody's, ain't nobody's business if I do

Well it ain't nobody's business
It ain't no it ain't nobody's business
You know it ain't nobody's business
ain't nobody's business what I do
Whoa what I do
You know it ain't nobody's business
ain't nobody's business if I do

. . .


Some people go to school tryin' to learn how to teach
Some people go to school tryin' to learn how to preach
But if you preach without goin' school
Brother you're ain't no preacher you're an educated fool
And that's all and that's all
You'd better change your way of livin' cause the good Lord say that's all

Now a feller I know it's a wiser man tryin' to save all the money that he can
One day undertaker lets him down
Where's he gonna spend that money under the ground
And that's all and that's all...
[ horns ]
Now a man come from monkey some people say
But the Good Book brother just don't tell it that way
And if you believe that monkey tale like some folks do
Then I'd rather be that monkey than you
And that's all and that's all...

Well my little song is ended and my little song is through
And I necessarilly mean this song for you
But if you don't like the way the little song goes
Well it's a mighty good sign that I've been trottin' on your toes
And that's all and that's all...

. . .


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