Wanted Dead Or Alive
M. Cerf & K. Fowley
© 1970 United Artists/1996 EMI-Capital Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitar
Skip Battyn: Bass
Drachen Theaker: Drums
I am wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted everywhere
I've got to survive
They say I am a violent man
Only trying to do the best I can
Dig it?
I am wanted dead or alive
Fifteen states I've got to survive
I am wanted dead or alive
I'm a new kind of man
I've got to survive
Running a long way
I am wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted everywhere
I've got to survive
Now all I'm trying to do
Is find a peaceful place
But they say I have an outlaw face
My lord, I have an outlaw's face
I have an outlaw's face
They say I have an outlaw's face
My, my, yes I have an outlaw's face
I have an outlaw's face
I have an outlaw's face
Oh my lord, I have an outlaw's face
Sweet God almighty, I have an outlaw's face
Hitchhikin' Woman
Warren Zevon
© 1970 United Artists/Mr. Bones Music/1996 EMI-Capital Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitars, Harmonica and Bass
Shutter Ed Caraeff: Maracas
Jon Corneal: Drums
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me . . yeah
If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb a ride with me, yes, yes, yeah
I just had my crankcase greased, mama
My natural motor won't give out on me
Hey, come on baby
I'm gonna ride you slow and easy
Any way to make it last . . .
Yeah, I'm gonna ride you slow and easy
Any way to make it last . . . yeah
Oh, when the riding gets good, mama
I'll have to shake my head, yes, yes
Play the blues, boys . . .
She Quit Me
Warren Zevon
© 1970 United Artists/1996 EMI Capital Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitar and Harmonica
It wasn't the queen of diamonds that I drew first
Instead I got the ace of spades reversed
She quit me
She up and quit me, man--yeah
She quit me
She up and she quit me
It wasn't because I didn't treat her right--no
When dawn had drawn the curtains of the night
She quit me
She up and she quit me, man
She quit me
She up and quit me--yeah
It wasn't because I didn't treat her kind
I wonder who put leaving on her mind
She quit me
She up and quit me, man, yeah, she did
She quit me
She up and quit me--yeah
It wasn't because I couldn't satisfy--no
Now where'd she get the nerve to say goodbye
Oh, she quit me
She up and quit me, man--oh, yeah
She quit me
She up and quit me--yeah
Calcutta
Warren Zevon
© 1970 United Artists Inc./Mr. Bones Music (BMI)/1996 EMI-Capital Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitars and Piano
Skip Battyn: Bass
Drachen Theaker: Drums
My baby's sweeter
Lord, she's sweeter than apple butter
My baby's sweeter
You know, she's sweeter than apple butter
She's lonely tonight
I brought her over from Calcutta
Iko-Iko
M. Jones, S. Jones, J. Jones, J. Thomas
© 1964 Arc Publishing, Melder Publishing and Trio Music/administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
Warren Zevon: Guitars and Piano
Skip Battyn: Bass
Drachen Theaker: Drums
Sweet Trifles: Backup Singing
Now, your grandma's, and my grandma's,
Sittin' by the fire
My grandma told your grandma,
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now)
Iko-iko an dey (yeah)
Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
Now, your flag boy and my flag boy
Was sittin' by the fire
My flag boy told your flag boy
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now)
Iko-iko an dey (yeah)
Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
(Hey, hey now)
Now, look at my king,
All dressed in red
Iko-Iko an-dey
I betcha' five dollars,
He'll kill ya dead
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now)
Iko-iko an dey (hey)
Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
IKO!
Travelin' in the Lightning
Warren Zevon
© 1970 United Artists/1996 EMI Capital Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitar and Piano
Skip Battyn: Bass
Drachen Theaker: Drums
I was born down in Corpus Christi
With a dram glass in my hand
When I was just 15, I got a job playing rhythm
With a Nashville Shaketown band
I've been playing the blues so long
I've been paying my dues so long
I've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and the rain
I've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again . . . yeah
Now the last time I saw my sweet old mama,
Her eyesight was looking dim
And the last I saw of my dear old daddy,
His horse was aridin' him . . . yes he was
They've been singing the blues so long
They've been singing such a sad, sad song
They've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and rain
They've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again . . . yeah
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
I've been traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the lightning
Traveling in the wind and the rain
I've been tryin' and tryin' to find the right place again. . . yeah
Tule's Blues
Warren Zevon
© Mr. Bones Music (BMI)/1996 EMI-Capitol Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitar, Piano and Bass
Jon Corneal: Drums
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping
Here behind my hand
And it's lonesome in my heart's land
As the sands of the desert
Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes
You, who always sang
And played while the green vespers rang
In the heart of the hillside
It's a sad song; we always seem to be singing it to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope
Oh Tule, now wasn’t I once your knight in golden armor
With the sun behind my hair
My music filled the air
With cymbals and lightning
Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?
My hair is turning dark
And there's no room left in the ark
For a lark with a broken wing
It's a sad song; we always seem to be singing it to each other
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving
'Cross the deep salt sea
Whatever wild worlds I may see
Will be empty without you
It's a sad song; we always seem to be singing it to each other
And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune
Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon
A Bullet for Ramona
Warren Zevon & Paul Evans
© 1970 United Artists/EMI Capitol Music Special Markets, 1996
Warren Zevon: Guitar, Piano and Marxophone
Brent Seawell: Bass
Toxey French: Drums
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Well, I found her in a dance hall in Laredo
And she told me that she wanted only me
And I held her in my arms the way I used to
But when morning came she begged me to set her free
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Well, I tried and tried to ride away and leave her
With my head hung low, teardrops filled my eye
I rode back to town and found her with a drifter
And I knew right then Ramona had to die
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Well, I'm writing you this letter from Laredo
And tonight I'll ride across the Rio Grande
If I never live to see another sunrise
You know, I loved her, Ma, I hope you understand
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Oh, today I shot Ramona, Ma
She ain't gonna cheat on me
Two years, I've been searchin' for her
Two years, she's been free
Gorilla
Warren Zevon
© 1970 United Artists/1996 EMI Capitol Records Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitars, Marimba and Percussion
Skip Battyn: Bass
Drachen Theaker: Drums
Jungle telephone
Ding a dong dang ding
Chingo red mud
Ching a chong ching ching
Gorilla go bang bing chinga linga ling
Gorilla go bang bing chinga linga ling
Great white hunter He shoot gun gun
Country boy baboon Him go run run
Gorilla go bang bing chinga linga ling
Gorilla go bang bing chinga linga ling
Get Back Gorilla!!!!!!
Fiery Emblems
Warren Zevon
© Mr. Bones Music (BMI)/1996 EMI-Capitol Music Special Markets
Warren Zevon: Guitars and Bass
Jon Corneal: Percussion