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Gambling Man
03:23
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Gambling Man
You all came down from the top of the hill, and brought your money down
So don’t complain, you’ll meet the gambling man
Some play cards, some roll the dice, but if I’m in don’t expect me to be
nice, ‘cause I’m the gambling man
That’s how it goes (that’s how it goes )
That’s how I roll (that’s how he rolls)
All the ladies swoon and the men they lose their cool to the gambling man
You can bring your rabbit’s foot, bring your golden horseshoe too
I’ll take your little bunny for a spin, I’ll keep your shoes
and the horse you rode in on
with backwoods bitches where I cut my teeth with the likes of you
hailing from the losers’ bin
And there’s another loser standing to your side
He gave his money to the gambling man
‘Cause That’s how it goes (that’s how it goes )
That’s how I roll (that’s how he rolls)
All the ladies swoon and the men they lose their cool to the gambling man
That’s how it goes (that’s how it goes )
That’s how I roll (that’s how he rolls)
All the ladies swoon and the men they lose their cool to the gambling man
The joker gets what the joker needs while the king complains that his bed is cold as ice
Oh that fucker knows more than it seems
‘cause when you hit the cards and get a snake eyed bitch,
everybody knows how the queen has been rolling the dice
That’s how it goes (that’s how it goes)
That’s how I roll (that’s how he rolls)
All the ladies swoon and the men they lose their cool to the gambling man
That’s how it goes (that’s how it goes)
That’s how I roll (that’s how he rolls)
All the ladies swoon and the men they lose their cool to the gambling man
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2. |
Immigrant Song
02:39
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3. |
She's Dead And Gone
01:25
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4. |
Bottom of The Well
03:00
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Bottom of The Well
Since I’ve been moving up to the bottom of the well things haven’t changed and as far as I can tell,
that gold you found is a devil in disguise: It’ll buy at most a ticket by my side. You can hang your violin ‘cause there’s a fiddler down here who knows your song too well.
If you can’t dance there’s a song for you as well. Empty your pockets and hear what I will tell, follow those stars turn left and left again. Still, chances are you will soon command the rain.
You can hang your violin ‘cause there’s a fiddler down here who knows your song too well
Since you can’t play that tune you know so well our luck won’t change with our ticket back to hell.
Our sky turned black and blue and black once more. If you can’t play or dance what the hell are you here for? You can hang your violin, ‘cause there’s a fiddler down here who knows your song too well.
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5. |
Back There
02:18
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Back There
I went back to the river, but the river was gone
Don’t look away little girl, don’t look away, ‘cause the river is cruel
But I’m going back there
I’m going back there
Let’s get out of this well
And let the fiddler play his tune… for us
For miles and miles the clouds were hanging over my head,
Oh, but it never rained
I let the fiddler be. The tune is so sad
But I’m going back there
I’m going back there
Let’s get out of this well
And let the fiddler play his tune… for us
I’m going back there
I’m going back there
Let’s get out of this well
And let the fiddler play his tune
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Hoodoo Man
03:59
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Hoodoo Man
Old lady luck, you’re whom I fear.
I know all about your racketeer
You were my love, I was your prey - our honeymoon lasted a day
But I’m your slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, but I’m enough to be your slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, my lady luck
I was a gambler, I was a fighter. She made the noose a little tighter
‘till I confessed it did suffice to put her right back there up in her altar
And when she’s gone, and I’m the master she ties the noose a little faster
‘cause I’m her slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, but I’m enough to be her slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man and you’re insane
But I’m your slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, but I’m enough
To be your slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man
I’m a little deranged, that’s what she spoke there’s nothing left back here for you to hope
So I assumed it was a bliss that the voice was the king of the abyss
So I rose up to see my master and I dressed up for my disaster
‘cause I’m her slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, but I’m enough to be her slave, oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, my lady | I’m your god damned slave oh lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man, but I’m enough to be your slave my lady luck
I’m no Hoodoo man …. My lady luck
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7. |
After I’m Gone
05:02
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After I’m Gone
I heard you call, from the riverbed
And that voice slowly moving and twirling with the waves
It spread those lies that we’d never end
My love, I found it hard to let go
And I became so blind with your prayer, and you prayed
That if I ever let you in my bed
You would bring me back if I was dead, and you prayed and begged:
Don’t ever leave
My lips are blue, and your dream came true
That I could confess I had returned to my bed, but truth was on my side
After you’re gone from the life you had
I’ll bring you back, you’ll carry on, in the movie screen,
‘cause it’s hard to let go
And I became so blind with your prayer, and you prayed
That if I ever let you in my bed
You would bring me back if I was dead, and you prayed and begged
Don’t ever leave …. my movie screen
You called
And I became so blind with your prayer, and you prayed
That if I ever let you in my bed
You would bring me back if I was dead, and you prayed
I wouldn’t turn you down from my bed, and you prayed and begged
That we’d carry on, in the movie screen
Don’t ever leave …. my movie screen
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8. |
Intermission
01:25
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9. |
Lost Girl
02:02
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Lost Girl
Oh you’re lost, my little girl.
Your voice still lingers in an old photograph.
That wind made you a stranger, just a cold silhouette.
When he turns around, out of kindness.
‘tis an old pain he brings…
My little girl, gone with another fate
The wind made me a stranger who prays in the dark .
When he turns around, out of kindness.
‘tis an old pain he brings…
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10. |
Washed Up Bird
03:10
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The Guilt Of a Thousand Years
What have they done, my little girl?
What have they done, my little girl?
What have they done, my little girl?
What have they done, my little girl?
I’ll be your fool, I’ll be that fool
I’ll be your fool, I’ll be that fool
Hitting more than praying and praying more than killing
Hitting more than praying and killing more than trust
That’s what I lost, The guilt of a thousand years
That’s what I lost, The guilt of a thousand years
I’ll hide myself in the highest of the trees
The lake of fire awaits for me
Faithful and True, your kingdom’s gone
Faithful and True, your word is none
That’s what I lost, The guilt of a thousand years
That’s what I lost, The guilt of a thousand years
That’s what I lost, The guilt of a thousand years
That’s what I lost, The guilt of a thousand years
the guilt of a thousand Years
What have I done, my little girl?
What have I done, my little girl?
‘cause I just lost, The guilt of a thousand years
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There’s a Devil in The Woods
By the break of dawn, she left my side, that little girl so lost
She made her way to the trees and they welcomed her embrace
Straight down the path that she chose, there were crooked eyes waiting for the sunrise
Who comes my way on such a busy day? he said - It gets so lonely here in the glade
her face was filling up with fear, but then he rose and then he spoke of all the highs and lows of putting up a show.
And that’s how, she fell under his spell
And somehow…
There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil in the woods
There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil in the woods
He carried on with all those words, sharp as a broken knife, whom the wound invites to bed
I was waiting for the light and here you stand and so I’m done
With her toes still tingling from the rug that had been swept from beneath her feet
The broken knife twists inside the open wound and lord it feels so good
And that’s how, she fell under his spell
And somehow…
There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil in the woods
There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil in the woods
And that’s how, she fell under his spell
And somehow…
There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil in the woods
There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil, There’s a Devil in the woods
And it’s all on me
How much did he take? How little did he leave?
Now the fucker stands and smokes a cigarette, shakes my hand and takes my girl away from me.
And all this while I could see into his scheme: He took his time…. to steal her soul from me.
That fucker’s going down, that fucker’s going down
that fucker’s going down ‘cause I’m the Devil in the woods
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13. |
Those Cruel Words
03:57
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Those Cruel Words
If you can’t find love / I can’t find no love
just hold on tight / and you’re cold as ice
the moon is still high / oh baby please
Well over your eyes / I’m blind to the stars
They slowly whispered those cruel words
you won’t find love and you know ‘cause you’ve been around the moon and back
And love won’t find you ‘cause he knows that you’ve been around the moon and back
So where could my baby be
Ah, don’t be so sure / I’ll be your fool
the sun will be kind / and you know that I’m blind
You best sleep by my side / I’d rather die, the moon is so high
the moon is so high
And you still can’t find love / I found my love
to hold on tight/ he’s the cruel kind
This road is so mean / oh baby please
It’s twisted and true / I’m blind in this road
It slowly whispers those cruel words
you won’t find love and you know ‘cause you’ve been around the moon and back
And love won’t find you ‘cause he knows that you’ve been around the moon and back
So where could my baby be
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14. |
The Road Ahead
05:47
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The Road Ahead
Shadows and dust, that’s where I come from
and deep by the roots of your memory, I will build my home
And when it all burns down, I will turn to dust
And if God hears my plea, my shadow will be cast over thee
Fate turned on me with the darkest night of all
The sleight of hand with which I was fooled was all it took
And now It treads on my dream, so blind I’m its beggar
but if god hears my plea, my shadows will be cast over thee
Oh this road ahead is too long for me,
your memories betrayed my shadows, I’m afraid
That you’ll return to someplace in the wind,
far from this hope, far from my home
That you’ll forget t’was your throne
That you will forget when you’re gone
Now as I tread on your dream and your thoughts untold
How could I pretend I was blind to your scheme?
And it will all burn down, so rest assured you will lose
And that if god heard your plea, your shadow would be cast over me
Shadows and dust, that’s where I come from but deep down
That’s where I belong, so I built my home
Pray if you will, but it will all burn down
And rest assured you will lose
but if god hears my plea, my shadow will be cast over me
(but if god hears my plea, my shadows will be cast over thee)
Oh this road ahead is too long for me,
your memories betrayed my shadows, I’m afraid
That you’ll return to someplace in the wind,
far from my home, far from this road
That you’ll forget t’was your throne
That you will forget when you’re gone
Oh this road ahead is too long for me,
your memories betrayed my shadows, I’m afraid
That you’ll return someplace in the wind,
far from my home, far from this stone
Oh this road ahead is too long for me,
your memories betrayed my shadows, I’m afraid
That you’ll return someplace in the wind,
far from my home, far from this stone
That you’ll forget t’was your throne
That you will forget when you’re gone
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John Mercy Coimbra, Portugal
John Mercy is many things: Musician, record producer, recording engineer, multi-instrumentist, and also a member of the band a Jigsaw
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