April 1997 1. House Rules (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) Play the red, play the jack Play the ace on the jack Holler seven come eleven Like you died and went to heaven Take it easy, play it cool Out here they're playing House rules Put a face on your smile Buy some clothes, dress in style Put a rug on your skull Get your marriage annulled Think you're fox among the fools But out here they're playing House rules Take a moment to reflect There's a joker in the deck There's a rope around your neck What the hell did you expect? Out here you're playing House rules When you can't pay the debt You can't cover your bet You think they're going to forget? They're gonna plant you in cement Out here they're playing House rules Play the jack on the ace Act like you own the place Play the black, play the red In the end you're just as dead So when you bet the family jewels Keep in mind you're playing House rules Mike Henderson slide guitar Garth Hudson keyboards John Gardner drums David Hungate bass George Bradfute electric guitar Tommy Spurlock electric guitar Scott Musick cowbell and Serdo drum David Olney acoustic guitar 2. Barrymore Remembers (David Olney/Hayes Court Music-Irving Music, BMI) Have I ever told you I was once quite the lady's man My suits were Italian. My color vermilion. My words soft as satin, the language of love. My life was the movies. I was the leading man. The dashing romantic with a touch of the tragic. My profile was perfect and the language was love. Yes sir Mr. Barrymore You must have been something back then They must have been wonderful years And they won't come again Yes sir Mr. Barrymore. Can I pour you another? The women were lovely in the flickering Hollywood light Of course there was Garbo and Dietrich and Harlow The look was come hither and the language was love And my God the parties - the nights were as bright as the days The air smelled like honey. The stars shone like money. In the roar of the twenties the language was love. Yes sir Mr. Barrymore You must have been something back then They must have been wonderful years And they won't come again Yes sir Mr. Barrymore. One more on the rocks? This was a gay town as wild and as free as the night. We lived with abandon. We loved with a passion. We were storybook heroes in the language of love. But what was I saying? And where has everyone gone? Quickly bartender pour me another. Better make it a double. One more for the road. Yes sir Mr. Barrymore. Are you sure you can make it all right? Yes the bar's closing down. Better call it a night. Yes sir Mr. Barrymore, let me call you a cab. John Prine guest vocals David Hungate bass John Gardner drums George Bradfute electric guitar David Olney acoustic guitar 3. Camille (David Olney/Hayes Court Music-Irving Music, BMI) She called me up on the telephone Said, "Hello, baby, are you alone? I'm feeling bad, I'm feeling blue. I'm feeling lonely just for you Now would it be too much trouble for you To head here on the double?" I said, "Hold on, my sweet Camille." Out on the street, on the boulevard On the avenue at the local bar They're getting wasted. They're getting smashed. They're talking dirty, they're talking trash. They say, that woman's no good for you I say, you don't know her the way that I do And I just love my sweet Camille Ever since I met her my life has changed It don't get better, it just gets strange There's something about her so doggone real I guess that's why I'm crazy `bout my sweet Camille When I get up it brings her down When I'm broker she's out of town When I'm worried she's never there When I'm lonely she doesn't care But then on the other hand She makes me feel like a natural man That's why I love my sweet Camille John Gardner drums David Hungate bass George Bradfute electric guitar Jim Brown piano Marvin Watts harmonica Tomi Lunsford background vocals Tommy Spurlock electric guitar David Olney acoustic guitar 4. Robert Ford & Jesse James (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, BMI) "Hey, Bob, do you remember when we robbed the Glendale train? And I shot that engineer and left him lying in the rain You were shaking like a leaf, I thought you'd break and run But my hands were never steadier than when they held a gun The horses' hooves a-pounding, bullets flying in the air The bleeding and the dying, hell, I didn't care The chances that I took back then, I must have been insane Hey, Bob, do you remember when we robbed the Glendale train? "Hey, Bob, do you recall that little whore down in Kansas City? Crazy as a bedbug but, man, she sure was pretty You got mad as hell and you raged with jealousy After buying all her drinks that night she went upstairs with me You should have seen her, Bob, the way she'd fuss and fight A scratching little hell-cat, man, I sure had fun that night Now I'm sorry that I cut her. It truly was a pity. Hey, Bob, what was her name, that little whore in Kansas City? "Hey, Bob, do you recall when we really lived the life? Now look at me, I've settled down, got three kids and a wife God has surely blessed me with His mercies from on high How come you never married, Bob? You never told me why It ain't healthy for a man to always be alone You need a woman's gentle touch, a family and a home A man can't be a man without a woman by his side How come you never married, Bob? You never told me why "Hey, Bob, look at this picture. Does that look straight to you? It needs to come up on the right just a touch or two." But Bob he never answered for his anger and his shame With steady hand he drew his gun and shot down Jesse James He knew it was too little and he knew it was too late And it gave but little comfort but at least the picture's straight Garth Hudson accordion Deanie Richardson fiddle David Hungate bass John Gardner drums Tommy Spurlock Dobro David Olney acoustic guitar 5. I'll Fall In Love Again (David Olney/Hayes Court Music-Irving Music, BMI) I'll fall in love again One day I know I'll fall in love again And the dark clouds will roll away And the world will be new again My broken heart will mend When I fall in love again But all the world is cold tonight The wind cuts me it two One day I will be all right When the springtime sun shines through Then the spring rain will wash away My tears and my pain When I fall in love again Jimmy Day steel guitar George Bradfute electric guitar David Hungate bass Tomi Lunsford background vocals John Gardner drums Tommy Spurlock steel guitar David Olney acoustic guitar 6. Basketball (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) Some people just want to talk They ride in their Rolls Royce They watching me walk They don't know I'm a busy man Some people they don't understand I don't want to be wasting my time Sure don't want no one messing with my mind So I say, hear what I say Uh huh go to the hoop Uh huh see you slam dunk Uh huh go one on one Uh huh take it to the bucket Uh huh show me some D But play loose and free Like I like it you know that I like it Don't blow smoke and don't you bother to flatter I ain't got time for no idle chatter Why don't you penetrate to the heart of the matter Penetrate to the heart of the matter Some girls they just want to flirt They looking so good oh Lord it hurts They're out looking for someone slick Oh people it's making me sick I don't want no one wasting my time Sure don't want no one messing on my mind So I say, hear what I say Uh huh go to the hoop Uh huh see you slam dunk Uh huh go one on one Uh huh take it to the bucket Uh huh show me some D But play loose and free Like I like it you know that I like it Don't blow smoke and don't you bother to flatter I ain't got time for no idle chatter Why don't you penetrate to the heart of the matter Penetrate to the heart of the matter Tommy Wells drums David Vaught bass George Bradfute electric guitar Tommy Spurlock guitar, background vocals Tomi Lunsford background vocals David Olney acoustic guitar 7. Baseball (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) The Pitcher It should have been my year in `58 There weren't a hitter in the league Who could even touch my stuff My arm was loose and I was throwing great The boys out in the bleachers, man They couldn't get enough The crowd would roar when I stood on the mound The king of the hill and the toast of the town I was painting corners on the plate It should have been my year in `58 The Hitter I was leaning in too far I was thinking curve, he threw me high and tight Caught a fastball just above the jaw Since then I ain't never been quite right Now there is a ringing in my ear And I'm always stuck in second gear You can find me here at the bar I was leaning in too far The Announcer What a night for baseball, sports fans, and what a great game we got. Two teams battling for first place in the American League; the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox. One of the great rivalries in all sports. On the mound tonight for New York, the Gotham Blazer, Bobby Coover. And what a great year the veteran fire-baller is having: sixteen wins against only five losses and leading the league in strike outs. And Boston is led by their rookie phenom, Damon Young. Twenty-five homers, ninety-two RBIs. This twenty-one-year-old kid has captured the imagination of the entire baseball world. Youth against experience, strength against strength. This is what it's all about. So sit back and enjoy yourselves, sports fans, because this promises to be a great one. Young stands in against Coover. The cocky rookie is crowding the plate. The crowd is really into it now. Coover gets his sign and goes into his windup. He wheels, he deals¼. Young goes down! A fastball caught him in the head! Oh, this is terrible! Young's career's over! He'll spend the rest of his days sitting in some dingy dive reliving this one moment, never able to truly understand its profound implications. It'll take Coover another couple of years, but he's washed up, too! The once fearsome fastball is a thing of the past. Every time he rears back to throw it, he'll see Young's face. he's lost his edge, fans! He's through in this league. Is this baseball or is this Greek tragedy!? David Hungate bass Scott Musick drums David Olney acoustic guitar Stadium sounds courtesy of Leonard Wolf and Chip Taylor. 8. Leaf in the Wind (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) Hard as a hurricane Soft as a sigh If sorrow should find me I'd blow right on by Rise up and go Then I'd come back again The one way to live Is to fly like the wind Take a deep breath Then let go of the limb To toss and to turn And to float on the wind All the joy, all the pain All the love, all the grief When it's my time to fall Let me fall like a leaf Sooner or later we all fade away Why should that keep us from living today? Lay down beside me And look at the stars Look at the moon Look at Venus and Mars Let the Earth fall away We won't even cry Oh let us be lovers Who live in the sky George Bradfute electric guitar Tommy Wells drums Tommy Spurlock bass & acoustic guitar Adie Grey background vocals David Olney acoustic guitar 9. Thirty Coins of Gold (David Olney/Hayes Court Music-Irving Music, BMI) Many years ago a man called Leonardo Set out to paint our Lord at his last supper So he sent his servants forth among the poor to find The models for our Lord and his disciples After many weeks of search all were found save one For no amount of gold could hire a Judas For the poor have their beliefs, they will not tempt their God And not a one dared play the base betrayer Then one day a beggar with a haunted kind of face Accosted Leonardo on the street have mercy noble sir and give what you can spare And anything I'd do to win your favor Leonardo gave a coin, the highest in the realm And said thirty more to him who'll act as Judas The beggar's eyes were blinded as the sun's light hit the coin And he trembled as he fearfully accepted For months the beggar sat until late into the night As Leonardo worked his master's touch But this of all the faces was most difficult to catch For the features of this man were ever changing A face that once was haunted was now like one possessed Eyes that once were frightened now were tortured But at last the task was done and the beggar got his gold And he left that night and was never seen again People talk about a man who goes from town to town And he never stays in one place very long And while no one knows his name a few have seen his face In a picture that was painted long ago And there is a story told of thirty coins of gold And a man who cannot rest until he spends them He might throw them in the sea in the darkest hour of night In the morning he will find they are still with him In the morning he will find they are still with him Garth Hudson keyboards David Olney acoustic guitar 10. Death, True Love, Lonesome Blues, and Me (David Olney-Gwil Owen/Bug Music-David Olney Songs-Turgid Tunes, adm. by Bug, BMI) Start the clock, real and rock Let's see what's shaking Let's turn it upside down, see what falls out Who knows what it might mean It could just be a dream Maybe I'm just running at the mouth Let's go in here, whiskey and beer How `bout some music Strike up the band and let Piano Man play There's ol' Barfly at the bar Smoking a cheap cigar Don't know the year much less the time of day Who's coming through? It's Lonesome Blues Don't try to stop him His heart's a two-bit cufflink on his sleeve He longs to feel his soul take wing When he hears Miss True Love sing If that's a crime then maybe we should leave When True Love takes the stage she looks so pretty But the song she sings is slightly out of tune But that's all right `cause tonight nobody's perfect And every song she sings for Lonesome Blues Mister Death plays roulette He never loses His eyes are hard but his smile is soft and smooth He acts so far above He even thinks he owns True Love `Cause it's his joint and he makes all the rules When True Love leaves the stage her voice is fading She makes her way back to the dressing room Catches her breath `cause Mister death is there waiting He says, "You better keep away from Lonesome Blues." Now Lonesome Blues hits the booze hard and heavy He tries to screw his courage to some sticking place Barfly says, "If I had a spine And sweet True Love were mine" Then he rolls his eyes and falls down on his face Mister Death is making threats. True Love ain't listening She's had enough, she won't take anymore Death grabs her by the arm And says, "I made you what you are!" Just as Lonesome Blues busts through the door "Reach for the sky! I'll tell you why This gun is loaded! Don't bat an eye. Don't make any funny moves." Death steps away and says, "Okay, I'll catch you later." And True Love walks away with Lonesome Blues What can I say, they get away Who knows for how long give Death ain't the kind to give nothing up for free In the end he'll get his due Til then let's drink a few To Death, true Love, Lonesome Blues and me Jim Brown piano David Hungate bass, trumpet & trombone George Bradfute electric guitar Scott Musick drums Tommy Spurlock Dobro David Olney acoustic guitar 11. Sunset on Sunset Boulevard (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) The pretty thing with grand ambitions She's going to be a star someday So sweet, so young, so pure, so innocent Unless you're standing in her way The handsome face, the youthful body He made himself a foolproof plan He'd like to think that he was cheated But you can't cheat an honest man That's how it goes This case is closed Sunset on Sunset Boulevard The aging star sips her martini Then throws the glass at her TV "Those filthy swine have all forgotten How dare they turn their backs on me" The fat man slips into his hot tub Satisfied, his lust is spent A thousand bucks to ease the tension Just one more business expense The sky still glows But this case is closed Sunset on Sunset Boulevard "I'd like to thank God for my Oscar But most of all I thank you fans I love you because you love me God bless you all, God bless you all" The siren's wail fades in the distance They've washed the bloodstains off the floor The damning photographs have vanished The body's safely in the morgue Now there's an opening at the escort service If you don't mind exotic tastes The hours are good, the work is easy Don't let this chance go to waste On goes the show But this case is closed Sunset on Sunset Boulevard Now the farce is finally over Our tawdry drama's at an end The players soon will be forgotten There's no more reason to pretend A cheap motel, a shot of whiskey A neon sign like a ragged nerve A one-way ticket to oblivion We only get what we deserve Everyone knows This case is closed Sunset on Sunset Boulevard Garth Hudson keyboards & saxophones Tomi Lunsford background vocals George Bradfute ragged nerve Scott Musick percussion David Olney acoustic guitar 12. Border Town (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) A storm is tearing up the coast A mighty hurricane Whoever rules the elements Has surely gone insane The forecast is for more Than the usual fire and rain It's your choice You can burn or drown Or pack your things and head For a border town I can speak the language On both sides of the line I can tell you what is yours And I can show you what is mine But what good does it do me I'm only wasting time In the end when the deal goes down Nothing's all you get in this border town At my back what's that I hear Time's souped-up Chevy drawing near Could be tomorrow could be next year Until then I'll be found In this border town I'm standing on the corner Where you once stood, my friend Until they push you to the limit Then off the deep end And if I give them a chance I'll wind up the same But I won't let their kind drag me down Not while I still stand in this border town The king of soul arrived today The drunken crowd went wild But the sheriff's eye is on him The complaint has been filed They'll put up with his song and dance Then they'll send him off in style What a show, what a thorny crown Held over for three days in this border town Scott Musick drums David Hungate bass & trumpets Tommy Spurlock papoose guitar, electric guitar, Serdo drum George Bradfute electric guitar David Olney acoustic guitar 13. It Won't Be Me No More (David Olney/Bug Music-David Olney Songs, adm. by Bug, BMI) There's a chill in the wind Winter's coming `round again You'll need someone to build a fire But it won't be me no more While you're gazing at the moon Someone's legs will give out soon And he'll have to crawl on his hands and knees But it won't be me no more Someone will have to cry When you say your last goodbye But when it comes to losing sleep at night It won't be me no more So where do you think you're going And what do you think you're doing You're gonna kill somebody with those eyes But it won't be me no more Garth Hudson keyboards Tomi Lunsford background vocals Forrest Rose bass Tommy Spurlock recorder David Olney acoustic guitar Trains courtesy of Cummins Station