Dirty Life and Times
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
Ry Cooder: Guitar
Don Henley: Drums
Jorge Calderón: Bass
Billy Bob Thornton and Dwight Yoakam: Background Vocals
Some days I feel like my shadow’s casting me
Some days the sun don’t shine
Sometimes I wonder what tomorrow’s gonna bring
When I think about my dirty life and times.
One day I came to a fork in the road
Folks, I just couldn’t go where I was told
Now they’ll hunt me down and hang me for my crimes
If I tell about my dirty life and times
I had someone ‘til she went out for a stroll
Should’ve run after her
It’s hard to find a girl with a heart of gold
When you’re livin’ in a four-letter world.
But if she won’t love me, then her sister will
She’s from Say-One-Thing-And-Mean-Another’sville
And she can’t seem to make up her mind
(Up her mind)
When she hears about my dirty life and times
Some days I feel like my shadow’s casting me
Some days the sun don’t shine
(Don’t shine)
Sometimes I wonder why I still runnin’ free
All up and down the line.
Gets a little lonely, folks, you know what I mean
I’m looking for a woman with low self-esteem
To lay me out and ease my worried mind
While I’m winding down my dirty life and times
To lay me out and ease my worried mind
While I’m winding down my dirty life and times
Disorder In The House
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals
Bruce Springsteen: Electric Guitar and Background Vocals
Jim Keltner: Drums
Jorge Calderón: Acoustic Guitar and Bass
Disorder in the house
The tub runneth over
Plaster’s falling down in pieces by the couch of pain
Disorder in the house
Time to duck and cover
Helicopters hover over rough terrain
Disorder in the house
Reptile wisdom
Zombies on the lawn staggering around
Disorder in the house
There’s a flaw in the system
And the fly in the ointment’s gonna bring the whole thing down.
The floodgates are open
We’ve let the demons loose
The big guns have spoken
And we’ve fallen for the ruse
Disorder in the house
It’s a fate worse than fame
Even the Lhasa Apso seems to be ashamed
(I’ll let Warren handle that one by himself)
Disorder in the house
The doors are coming off the hinges
The earth will open and swallow up the real estate
I just got my paycheck
I’m gonna paint the whole town grey
Whether it’s a night in Paris
Or Fresno matinee
It’s the home of the brave
And the land of the free
Where the less you know,
The better off you’ll be
Disorder in the house
All bets are off
I’m sprawled across the davenport of despair
Disorder in the house
I’ll live with the losses
And watch the sundown through the portiere.
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
Bob Dylan
© Ram’s Horn Music (ASCAP)
Warren Zevon: Vocals
Tommy Shaw: 12-String Acoustic Guitar and Background Vocals
Randy Mitchell: Slide Guitar and Background Vocals
Brad Davis: Electric Guitar and Background Vocals
Steve Gorman: Drums
Jorge Calderón: Bass and Background Vocals
John Waite and Billy Bob Thornton: Background Vocals
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Open up, open up, open up, open up for me
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Open up, open up, open up, open up, open up for me
Numb As A Statue
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals and Piano
David Lindley: Lapsteel Guitar
Jim Keltner: Drums
Jorge Calderón: Bass, Maracas and Background Vocals
I’m numb as a statue
I may have to beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
So I can have some feelings, too
I’m pale as a ghost
You know what I love about you
That’s what I need the most
I’m gonna beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
I’m gonna beg, borrow or steal
So I can have some feelings, too
I don’t care if it’s superficial
You don’t have to dig down deep
Just bring enough for the ritual
Get here before I fall asleep
Ain’t nothing special
When the present meets the past
I’ve always taken care of business
I’ve paid my first and last.
Now can I get a witness...
I don’t care if it’s superficial
You don’t have to dig down deep
Just bring enough for the ritual
Get here before I fall asleep
Well, I’m numb as a statue
I may have to beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
So I can have some feelings, too
I’m pale as a ghost
You know what I love about you
That’s what I need the most
I’m gonna beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
I’m gonna beg, borrow or steal
So I can have some feelings, too
I’m gonna beg, borrow or steal
Some feelings from you
I’m gonna beg, borrow or steal
So I can have some feelings, too
She’s Too Good For Me
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
Luis Conte: Congas and Maracas
Jorge Calderón: Bass
Don Henley and Timothy B. Schmit: Background Vocals
I could hold my head up high
And say that I left first
Or I can hang my head and cry
Tell me which is worse.
If you go and ask her why
She might say she’s not sure
Trust me when I tell you
I’m not good enough for her.
I want her to be happy
I want her to be free
I want her to be everything
She couldn’t be with me
I’d wait here for a thousand years
If she’d come back to me
I have everything she wants
But nothing that she needs.
I want her to be happy
I want her to be free
I want her to be everything
She couldn’t be with me
I could hold my head up high
And say that I left first
Or I can hang my head and cry
Tell me which is worse.
If you go and ask her why
She might say she’s not sure
Trust me when I tell you
I’m not good enough for her.
Prison Grove
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals
Ry Cooder: Slide Guitar
David Lindley: Electric Saz and Background Vocals
Jorge Calderón: Electric Guitar and Background Vocals
Reggie Hamilton: Upright Bass
Jim Keltner: Drums
Jordan Zevon: Background Vocals
Bruce Springsteen: Background Vocals
Jackson Browne: Background Vocals
Billy Bob Thornton: Background Vocals
T-Bone Burnett: Background Vocals
An icy wind burns and scars
Rushes in like a fallen star
Through the narrow space between these bars
Looking down on Prison Grove
Dug in, hunkered down
Hours race without a sound
Gonna carry me back to where I’m bound
Looking down on Prison Grove
Iron will hard as rock
Hold me up for the fateful knock
When they walk me down in a mortal lock
Out on Prison Grove
Shine on all these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me
Knick Knack Paddy Wack
They say you’ll hear your own bones crack
When they bend you back to bible black
Then you’ll find your love
Some folks have to die too hard
Some folks have to cry too hard
Take one last look at the prison yard
Goodbye, Prison Grove
Shine on all these broken lives
Shine on
Shine the light on me
El Amor De Mi Vida
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals
Jorge Calderón: Spanish Vocals
Reggie Hamilton: Upright Bass
Jim Keltner: Drums
Luis Conte: Bongos
James Raymond: Piano
I close my eyes, you reappear
I always carry you inside, in here
I fall asleep, you come to me
And once again our love is real
How could I have let you get away?
Why couldn’t I have found a way to say
Tu eres el amor de mi vida You are the love of my life
Si solo te pudíera encontrar If only I could find you
Con todo el corazon te diria With all my heart I would tell you
Tu eres mi amor de verdad You are my true love
I look outside, I know you’re there
And you’ve found a brand new life somewhere
I only wish it had been us
But I’m happy for your happiness
How could I have ever let you go?
How will I ever let you know?
Tu eres el amor de mi vida You are the love of my life
Si solo te pudíera encontrar If only I could find you
Con todo el corazon te diria With all my heart I would tell you
Tu eres mi amor de verdad You are my true love
Tu eres mi amor You are my love
Tu eres mi amor You are my love
Tu eres mi amor de verdad You are my true love
Tu eres mi amor You are my love
Tu eres mi amor You are my love
Tu eres mi amor de verdad You are my true love
The Rest Of The Night
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals and Electric Guitar
Mike Campbell: Electric Guitars
Jorge Calderón: Bass and Acoustic Guitar
Luis Conte: Drums and Percussion
Tom Petty: Background Vocals
Why stop now? Let’s party for the rest of the night
Seven o’clock, Eight o’clock, Nine o’clock, Ten
You wanna go home? Why? Honey, when?
We may never get this chance again!
Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah, Oh, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Why leave now? Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Eleven o’clock, Twelve o’clock, One o’clock, Two
Me, Tired? Well, boo-hoo!
I’m starting to fall in love with you
Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah, Oh, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Why slow down? Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Three o’clock, Four o’clock, Five o’clock, Six
Let’s throw it all into the mix and open up our bag of tricks
And party for the rest of the night!
Oh, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Oh, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
We never had an issue! We never had a fight!
Someone must be doing something right!
Yeah, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Yeah, Yeah, Oh, Yeah! Let’s party for the rest of the night!
Please Stay
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals and Keyboard
Jorge Calderón: Bass
Gil Bernal: Saxophone
Luis Conte: Drums and Percussion
Emmylou Harris: Background Vocals
Please stay
Please stay
Two words I thought I’d never learn to say
Don’t go away
Please stay
Don’t leave me here
When so many things so hard to see are clear
I need you near to me
Will you stay with me ‘til the end?
When there’s nothing left
But you and me and the wind
We’ll never know until we try
To find the other side of goodbye
Oh, sweet darlin’...
Will you stay with me ‘til the end?
When there’s nothing left
But you and me and the wind
We’ll never know until we try
To find the other side of goodbye
Please stay
Please stay
Two words I never thought I’d learn to say
Don’t go away
Please stay
Please stay
Rub Me Raw
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals
Joe Walsh: Slide Guitar
Jim Keltner: Drums
Jorge Calderón: Electric Guitar and Bass
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic
I said, “Keep it to yourself.
I don’t wanna hear it and don’t be telling no one else.”
Word’s out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it’s like.
Pickle-ickle-ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle when your face is to the ground!
Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I’m shaking all over
I’m a shattering mass
But I’m gonna sit up straight, I’m gonna take it with class
Old man use to tell me
“Son, never look back
Move on to the next case, fold your clothes and pack.”
To the green horned chicken hoppers
I say, “Get yourself a trade.
Or go back to chat room and fade in the shade.”
Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
I said Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
I said Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
Well, I these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walking pretty well
Then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick, but I hate doing what I’m told.
Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don’t want your pity or fifty-dollar words
I don’t share your need to discuss the absurd
Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh, no. These blues are gonna rub me raw
Rub me raw
Hit me.
Keep Me In Your Heart
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© Zevon Music (BMI)/Googolplex Music (BMI)
Warren Zevon: Vocals
Jorge Calderón: Acoustic Guitar, Bass and Tres
Jim Keltner: Drums
Shadows are falling and I’m running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for a while
If I leave you, it doesn’t mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for a while
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for a while
There’s a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sometimes when you’re doing simple things around the house
Maybe you’ll think of me and smile
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while
Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes, keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
Engine driver’s headed north to Pleasant Stream
Keep me in your heart for a while
These wheels keep turning but they’re running out of steam
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Keep me in your heart for a while.