Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear Bitin' on a bullet, pullin' out all of his hair A shotgun Willie has got all of his family there Well, you can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say You can't play music if you don't know nothin' to play A shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear Bitin' on a bullet, pullin' out all of his hair Shotgun Willie has got all of his family there Now, John T. Fours was workin' with the Klu Klux Klan The six foot five John T. was a hell of a man Made a lot of money sellin' sheets on the family plan A shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear Bitin' on a bullet and pullin' out all of his hair A shotgun Willie has got all of his family there

The tables are empty The dance floor's deserted You play the same love song It's the tenth time you've heard it And that's the beginning Just one of those clues You've had your first lesson In learning the blues The cigarettes you light One after another Won't help you forget her And the way that you love her You're only burning A torch that you can't lose But you're on the right track For learning the blues When you're at home alone The blues will taunt you constantly When you're out in a crowd The blues will haunt your memory The nights when you don't sleep The whole night you're crying But you can't forget her Soon you even stop trying You'll walk the floor And wear out your shoes And when you feel your heart break You're learning the blues When you're at home alone The blues will taunt you constantly When you're out in a crowd The blues will haunt your memory And the nights when you don't sleep The whole night you're crying But you can't forget her Soon you even stop trying You'll walk the floor And wear out your shoes And when you feel your heart break You're learning the blues When you feel your heart break You're learning the blues

I was travelin' through South Americas Walked up to a lady's house Called her Grandma Didn't know her name, she give me something to eat Walked on down the road I heard a old train, getting off like this I heard a old bell ring, kinda like this I went on down, I heard an old whistle blow, I heard it saying Look a-yonder Look a-yonder At the women At the women I went on then, and begin to sing to the engineer Mr. Engineer, let a man ride the blinds Mr. Engineer, let a poor man ride the blinds Said, "I wouldn't mind it, fella But you know this train ain't mine" I begin to hear that old fella blow it long, sho' Here the way he blowed Then I begin to sing to him one more time You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer I'm trying' to hobo my way And you leave me standing' here Then I go along further and begin to sing "Poor Boy" to him Then he begin to smile in my face Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Poor boy, you ain't got no girl Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs How he wanted 'em fixed Hear him say Scrambled down Scrambled down Scrambled down Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs I hear him say Cheese Eggs Dinner Dinner Then I begin to hear him tell me about Emry I love you Emry, I love you true Love you, Emry, tell the world I do 'Em

Johnson I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees. Asked the Lord above for mercy, Save me if you please. I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride. Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by. I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side. I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side. You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside. You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown. You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown. And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down.

Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know He lives way up a road that's lost in time. Don't know his name, or where he's coming from, Only thing you know, he's a real gone cat, This friend of mine. He don't have no uptown friends, or drive a Cadillac, But he's got cool threads and a beat up car. All his downtown friends like me ride around in the back 'Cause he's a real cool cat, yeah he's a real cool cat, This friend of mine. La Loma boys will run with you, Do anything that you want them to, If you need a friend 'cause you're feeling blue Palo Verde girls never let you down. Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La. Firme guys in their firme cars, Underneath the moon and stars. The city lights way down below. What's that sound? What's that light Streaking down through the night? What's it mean? It's a red cloud over Chávez Ravine. Oralé, UFO, come gliding low. Se cayó up Chávez Road. Space Vato, square cat. Say, "Caramba, partners, where's the party at?" I heard about the cool jerk, and the alligator, Tokay wine, Mary Jane, and Lil' Julian Herrera. Iwant to learn to dance, make romance. These La Bishop girls might take a chance. My friend says, "No, be cool, bro. If you want to dance slow, Learn to ask a mi hermana con respeto." UFO got a radio. Lil' Julian singing soft and low. Los Angeles down below. DJ says, we got to go. To El Monte, El Monte, pa El Monte. Na na na na na, living in a poor man's Shangri-La.