Long John Baldry
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Let The Heartaches Begin
I can hear the guitars start to play
And very soon they say
I was a fool to turn my love away
And with each glass of wine I feel a glow
And very soon I know
I was a fool to let my baby go
So let the heartaches begin
I can't help it, I can't win
I've lost that girl for sure
Tears won't help anymore
Yes let the
heartaches begin
I can't help it, I can't win
I've lost that girl for sure
Now she's gone
I can't hold back the tears anymore
I can see the couples dancin' through the night
They hold
each other tight
As they dance of love till the morning light
The soft
embraces that they seem to share
Just make me feel aware
Of the lonliness
I find so hard to bear
So let the heartaches begin
I can't help it, I can't win
I've lost that girl for sure
My tears won't help anymore
Yes let the
heartaches, heartaches begin
I just can't help it,you know that I just can't
win
I've lost that girl for sure
And now that she's gone
I can't hold
back the tears anymore
Everything Stops for Tea
Yes, hello, hello?
No, I'm sorry, I'm frightfully busy
to-day.
Oh, Mr. Baldry, can I have your autograph?
Oh, god, I can't write!
But I've come a long way.
Oh, shit!
Oh, but it's an equally long way to go
back, isn't it?
Oh, Mr. Baldry,
Can I play your song for you?
Oh, must
you?
Uh, yes, I really must.
Oh, go on, then.
Yes, it's awfully good,
Mr. Lemon.
Oh, well use it on your new album!
Uh, I don't know, I'll have
to call you
I'm sorry, hello, hello, I can't
I just can't cope, I'm sorry!
Here's your tea, Mr. Baldry
Ohh, bless your heart.
Every nation in creation has its favourite drink
France is
famous for its wine, it's beer in Germany
Turkey has its coffee and they
serve it blacker than ink
Russians go for vodka and England loves its tea
Oh, the factory may be roaring
With a boom-a-lacka,
zoom-a-lacka, wee
But there isn't any roar when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea
Oh, a lawyer in the courtroom
In the middle of an alimony
plea
Has to stop and help 'em pour when the clock strikes four
Everything
stops for tea
It's a very good English custom
Though the weather be cold
or hot
When you need a little pick-up, you'll find a little tea cup
Will
always hit the spot
You remember Cleopatra
She had a date to meet Mark Anthony
at three
When he came an hour late she said "You'll have to wait"
'Cause
everything stops for tea
Now, they may be playing football
And the crowd is yelling
"Kill the referee!"
But no matter what the score, when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea
Now, the golfer may be golfing
And is just about to make a
hole-in-three
It always gets them sore when the clock yells "four!"
'Cause
everything stops for tea
It's a very good English custom
And a stimulant for the
brain
When you feel a little weary, a cup'll make you cheery
And it's
cheaper than champagne
Now I know just why Franz Schubert
Didn't finish his
unfinished symphony
He would have written more but the clock struck four
And everything stops for tea
Well I Did
Did you ever have to make a big decision? Well, I did (well, I
did)
Did you ever have to break a heart in two, then throw it away? (well, I
did)
Did you ever have to tell a lie to someone, someone who loved you so?
Well, I did
If it never happened to you, how could you know? (oh, no)
Did you ever lay awake at night just a-thinkin'? Well, I did
(well, I did)
Thinkin' how am I doing wrong or right to hurt that poor little
girl (yes, I did)
Just imagine how she must have felt, poor darling, there on
her wedding day
I didn't show up and I never really had the courage to say
Her wedding day picture, a beautiful gown
Then a pretty
bouquet drops from her hands to the ground
With loving arms around her, they
lead her to the door
Oh, she's never ever gonna kiss him, never ever gonna
see him no more
(well, I did)
(well, I did, yes I did)
Just imagine how she must have felt, poor darling, there on
her wedding day
I didn't show up and I never really had the courage to say
Her wedding day picture, a beautiful gown
Then a pretty
bouquet drops from her hands to the ground
With loving arms around her, they
lead her to the door
Oh, she's never ever gonna kiss him, never ever gonna
see him no more
Oh, she's never ever gonna kiss him, never ever gonna see him no more
No, no more (never never never never never)
No, no more (I
ain't never gonna see my baby)
No, no more (I ain't never gonna see her face)
No, no more (Since the day I ever left her)
No, no more (You know I ain't
never gonna see my baby)
No, no more (never never never)
No, no more...
Don't Try To Lay...
You know I remember a few years ago, some funny things used to
happen
to me, about 1956-57. At that time, there was no blues scene or, uh,
not
really any kind of scene in, uh, London. I used to go out and play my
guitar
in the streets and sing things with um, passin' the hat 'round. I
remember one particular night, I
was uh, playing the guitar in a little
alleyway just off of Wardour Street in Soho and uh, I got busted by the police.
This policemancame up and dragged me in, my guitar and, my hat full of
pennies, off to
the police station. Anyway, the next day I had to appear in
Marlboro street
police court and uh, it was quite a day. Police officer
giving his evidence:
"I was proceeding in a Southerly direction, Milord, when I
heard uh, strange
sounds coming from the Wardour Place, Mi'lord. A sort of
boogie-woogie music
was being played. On further investigation, I saw the
defendant standing there
with a guitar and an old hat on the floor collecting
pennies. Well, I decided that
uh, he was contravening a breach of the peace,
there, as there was a traffic jam
about five miles long behind Wardour
Street, wondering what all the uh, fuss was
about, so then I arrested the uh,
defendant"
"Uh, just one moment, officer. Wh-what is this boogie-woogie
music here we're
talking about?"
"Oh, well Mi'lord", said the officer, getting out his
notebook, obviously he'd been doing up his homework,
"it's a kind of jazz
rhythm music peculiar to the American negro"
"Oh. What was the defendant doing, uh, playing this kind of
music there in
Wardour Street?"
Anyway, I got off with a caution, a year's conditional
discharge, but I'll always
remember that policeman and his boogie-woogie, so
don't try to lay no
boogie-woogie on the king of rock and roll.
Don't you tell me none o' your lies woman 'cause all you know
I've told ya
Don't sell me no alibi sister 'cause all you've got I've sold
You better leave that midnight sneakin' to the one who worked it out
I don't
wanna hear no back talk speakin' go on and shut yer mouth
And everything's
gonna work out tight if you act like you been told
So don't try to lay no
boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.
Don't you feed me no TV dinners when you know I'm used to
steak
I don't need no rank beginners when it's time to shake that shake
You better pull your thing together, reach in and dust it out
And if ya feel
that you just can't dig it then I guess you know you don't know what it's all
about
It ain't a matter of pork 'n beans that's gonna justify your soul
Just don't try to lay no boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.
Don't try to lay no boogie-woogie on the king of rock and roll.
You weren't alive when I started to drive, so don't put none
on me
You didn't arrive 'til late '45 but your head's in '53.
You got what
it takes to keep the heads a-spinnin' down by the old rib shack
And you come
across just like a fool grinnin' in the back of a red Cadillac.
You can't
come across the Astro bridge until you pay the toll
So don't try to lay no
boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.
Walk Me Out In The Morning Dew
Walk me out in the morning dew my babe
Walk me out in the
morning dew babe
I wouldn't walk you out in the morning dew my honey
I
wouldn't walk you out in the morning dew at all
I thought I heard a young boy crying for his momma
I
thought I heard a young boy crying for his momma today
You wouldn't hear no
young boy crying for his momma
You wouldn't hear no young boy crying for his
momma at all
Walk me out in the morning dew my babe
I walk me out in the
morning dew babe
I wouldn't walk you out in the morning dew my babe
I
wouldn't walk you out in the morning dew at all
No, no, no, no, no
(Help me, help me)
Now there ain't no more morning dew my honey
Now there
ain't no more morning dew at all
I wouldn't walk you out in the morning dew
my honey
I wouldn't walk you out in the morning dew at all
Walk me out
in the morning dew
Walk me out in the morning dew
Black Girl
Black girl, black girl
Don't you lie to me
Tell me where
did you sleep last night
'Neath the pines, 'neath the pines
Where the sun never
shines
And I shivered in the cold, deadly cold
Her husband was a railroad man
He died a half mile out of
town
His head was found 'neath the driving wheel
But his body
was never, ever found
Black girl, black girl
Don't you lie to me
Tell me where
did you sleep last night
'Neath the pines, 'neath the pines
Where the sun never
shines
And I shivered in the cold, deadly cold
And I shivered the whole night through"
Darlin'
Darlin', I'm feeling pretty lonesome
I'd call you on the
phone some
But I don't have dime
Darlin', you're so far behind me
Tomorrow's gonna find me
Further down the line
Taking me some paper
With a pencil in my hand
And I'm
gonna write
Darlin', all I feel are cold nights
Thinking about the old
nights
Spent alone with you
Darlin', tears are in my eyes now
Knowing I should try now
To make it back to you
Darlin', I love you more than ever
I wish we were together
Oh Darlin' mine
I said Darlin', I'm feeling pretty lonesome
I'd call you on
the phone some
But I don't have a dime
Darlin', you're so far behind me
Tomorrow's gonna find me
Further down the line
Taking me some paper
With a pencil in my hand
And I'm
gonna write
Darlin', all I feel are cold nights
Thinking about the old
nights
Spent alone with you
Darlin', tears are in my eyes now
Knowing I should try now
To make it back to you
Darlin', I love you more than ever
I wish we were together
Oh Darlin' mine
Darlin', I'm feeling pretty lonesome
I'd call you on the
phone some
But I don't have a dime
Darlin', you're so far behind me
Tomorrow's gonna find me
Further down the line
Darlin', all I feel are cold nights
Thinking about the old
nights
Spent alone with you
Darlin', tears are in my eyes now
Knowing I should try now
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