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 © thomas gygax & norbert pauls [supplement]. no unauthorised reproduction.
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daddy's gone to Knoxville

devil baby

do America

Donegan's gone

donkey town

don't crash the ambulance

don't forget your hat

donít suck me in

dream of the drowned submariner

dovers' road


daddy's gone to Knoxville
from 'the ragpickers's dream'
Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
When he's gone
Yeah, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
When he's gone
Daddy's gone down that gallatin road
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone

Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Yeah, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Daddy's gone down that Crossville track
If he can't make a dollar then he ain't comin' back
Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime

Oh, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Daddy's gone south on the natchez trace
If the can't show the money then he don't show his face
Oh, you'd better love your daddy while you can

Oh, your daddy's gone to Knoxville now
Knoxville now
Yeah, your daddy's gone to Knoxville now
Knoxville now
Daddy's gone down that Knoxville road
The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
Oh, your daddy's gone to Knoxville now

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devil baby
from 'the ragpickers's dream'
The freaks'll stay together
They're a tight old crew
You look at them
And they look at you
I love the ballyhoo girl
But she don't care
It's hard to find love anywhere
Hard to find love anywhere

The professor is the talker
He's the talking man
And if he can't clean a midway
Nobody can
He'll get the tip on in
From the midway mud
You gotta have the sawdust in the blood
Gotta have the sawdust in the blood

See the pig-faced man and the monkey girl
Come see the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come see the devil baby

Springer is the talker
He's the talking man
He's got the whole studio
Eating out of his hand
You can be on too
With the nuts and the geeks
Call 1-800-ima frek
1-800-ima frek

Be the pig-faced man or the monkey girl
Come be the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come be the devil baby

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do America
from 'sailing to Philadelphia'
Well I've been it ever since I was a kid at school
Now they love me in Newcastle and in Liverpool
I'm as hot as a pistol I can do no wrong
I've been to Birmingham and Bristol playing my song

Take a 777 to the USA
Gonna party all night I'm gonna sleep all day
See New York 'cos I've never been
New York city in a limousine

Gonna do America do do America
Do America do do America now

Take a 777 over to LA
Gonna party all night I'm gonna sleep all day
Wake up and drive around
Get the coolest girls in town

Do America do do America
Do America do do America now

And all the people go na na
And all the people go ra ra
And all the people go ga ga when I
Do America do do America

Do America do do America
Do America do do America
Do America do do America now

Backstage passes for the food and booze
Sunglasses for my interviews
Statue of Liberty
Everybody looking at me

Do America do do America
Do America do do America now
Do America do do America
Do America do do America now

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Donegan's gone
from 'shangri-la'
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Play that big grand coulee dam
Nobody loves like an irishman
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone

Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Lord, I'm just a rolling stone
Rock my soul I wanna go home
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone

Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Stackalee and a gamblin' man
Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone

Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Time just goes on rolling by
Lord, I feel like I could cry
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone

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donkey town
from 'all the roadrunning'
I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby, too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

Her pretty eyes are pretty still
But Jim's got a kind of a squint, yeah
I dug my last check from out of the mine
Now I feel like I've done my stint
Jim got an army pension
When he walked from the military court
Nobody ever mentions
The medical report

She does little things for me
She likes to get the both of us high, yeah
She says I'm a tender-hearted man
Prince charming, yeah, sure, I'm the guy
He likes the wrecker's dogs on chains
And the smoke from the company fires
Diesel oil in the trucks and cranes
And the smell of burning tires

But I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby, too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

There's a purple heart in a silver tin
And a grey .45 in a drawer
Most of the time you can drink with him
But some of the time he's just sore
On days when she says she can't think straight
Or she feels like she's getting the jumps
She'll go shoot off her .38
At cans on a Donkey Town dump

It was Friday late and she crossed those legs
She told me flat out she would, yeah
If I could pull up my trailer pegs
We could get away together for good
I sure wish her the best of luck
She's going to need it, thinking of Jim
I don't like to leave her stuck
But she's near as bad as him

But I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby, too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

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don't crash the ambulance
from 'shangri-la'
Don't often open up
This floor
Since I handed in my gun
What all these
Keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know
The switches
Now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn
Now you will get
Your trouble spots
Here's one from
Down voodoo way
Bragged he had me
By the you-know-whats
Very funny, you don't say
The big enchilada
Stealing elections
Had to go down there
rash collection
Got his cojones
On my desk in there
Made into a souvenir
Set of cufflinks, nice pair
The rest of him's
Someplace up here
Sometimes you got to
Put a shoulder to the door
Not so fast, junior
Listen to your pa
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do
What we have here's
A dung hole place
Thought it was fly shit
On the map
Fat bastard, ugly face
And the personal crap
You can't move the barriers
You can't mess
With oil and gas
Had to go down there

Stick a couple
Aircraft carriers
In his ass
Fancy dress
Nedals chest
It's all in here
For all the gigs
Gas mask
Bullet-proof vest
All the usual rigs
There'll be things they missed
They didn't mention
You've even
Got a whistle in there
For attracting attention
Well, I think you're gonna
Be okay, son
You've had the tour, I guess
These two buttons
By the way
This one I hope
You never press
Some holy fool, just watch
Who's not like you or me
That one's the whole
Shooting match
Right there
It's the whole shitaree
We don't forget
Who put us here, jack
That's page one
We talk soft
But carry a big stick
And pack the biggest gun
We don't like accidents
Major or minor
You don't want yourself
An incident
Don't ever invade China
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do

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don't forget your hat
from 'privateering'
Well, look out the window
Never saw so much rain
You better get down to the station
If you want to catch that train
So long, I guess that′s that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat

Well, you don't call the action
You don't make the rules
You don#t pay the piper
You don't even pay the fuel
So long, I guess that's that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat

Well, it's a big old world out there
Go get it if you can
You got a ways to go
Before you get to be a man
So long, I guess that's that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat

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don't suck me in
from 'down the road wherever'

She was dancing at the Lucky Spot
Then she was at The Flame
Then she went to the Red Rooster
But the story was the same
Had a boyfriend name of Buddy
Then she had a guy called Slim
Married a cat played bebop drums
Whatever happened to him?
Who knows what kind of a dive
Sheís currently working in
Donít know, donít care
Donít suck me
Donít suck me in

Remember that jack of all trades
And a master of none
Played rock or pop, theyíd tell him what
He was just another gun
Teenybop in Tokyo
Bubblegum in France
A mister glass half-empty
A pessimist in advance
Now itís looking like free fall
The workís not coming in
Donít even ask, my friend
Donít suck me
Donít suck me in

And your so-called business partner
Was another fair weather friend
All he really cared about
Was what was due his end
He liked to check his bank account
Hang with the pimps and liars
Come creeping by to sniff the wind
Show up to kick the tyres
Now heís in some kind of a dive
Maybe itís a tailspin
I donít want to know, my friend
Donít suck me
Donít suck me in

Your second cousinís Uncle Frank
Is coming into town
With crap for all the family
And to see whatís going down
Heíll eat you out of house and home
Disappear your wine
Says he could have been a concert pianist
If heíd only had the time
You pulled the pin on that grenade
Now youíre stuck with him
Donít even ask, my friend
Donít suck me
Donít suck me in

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dream of the drowned submariner
from 'privateering'
We run along easy at periscope depth
Sun dappling through clear water
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
Far away from the slaughter

Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun
My darling, my beautiful daughter
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
Cast away on the water

From down in the vault, down in the grave
Reaching up to the light on the waves

So she did run to him over the grass
She fell in his arms and he caught her
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
Far away on the water
Far away on the water

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drovers' road
from 'down the road wherever'

Itís a droverís road
High up where ravens fly
And soon I’ll lose my way
And I wonít know
Itís a droverís road
From days so long gone by
When we knew who we were
And where to go

Itís a droverís road
It winds a hundred miles
You’d sleep out in the open
Calm and still
You could trust a friend
To keep a watch awhile
Your cattle grazing
Quiet on the hill

Walk with me
And you can leave that old dog be
He does much better on his own
Leave him be
Heís a better man than me
He likes to find his own way home

On a droverís road
With the moon and misty stars
We walked these hills
Before this all began
Before we gazed at screens
Went shopping in our cars
And a million houses
Sprawled across the land

Walk with me
And you can leave that old dog be
He does much better on his own
Leave him be
Heís a better man than me
He likes to find his own way home

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 © thomas gygax. no unauthorised reproduction.