All Lyrics of songs of Lee Hazlewood

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THE NIGHTS

Her skin was the color
of the mountains' first winter snow
His skin was the color
of the hot sun summer glow
And they met by a river called Okemah
in an August of another time
She fell in love with this red man
and left her people behind
And she learned these things

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
And a day filled with hard work and sorrow
And so she lived for
the nights, the nights

And they followed his tribe
on a hard trail to the Dakotas far away
And they hunted a big buffalo
and they heard the old chief say
the white man has walked here before us
and killed buffalo for their hides
And so this winter our women and children
will feel much hunger inside
And she learned these things

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
than a day filled with hard work and sorrow
And so she learns to live for
the nights, the nights

That winter they died by the hundreds
the people of this red man's tribe
She walked the cold ground
and cursed the white man
who killed buffalo for their hides
And they buried their mothers and fathers
and their children they loved so
They prayed the son God will come soon
and melt the Dakota snow

The ways of a red man are lonely
and his woman can expect little more
than a day filled with hard work and sorrow
And so she learns to live for
the nights, the nights

And the spring came early to the Dakotas that year
and the buffalo numbered ten times ten
They filled their stomachs
made their clothes and started their lives again
And she bore her lover boy child
fulfilled the promise of spring


THE OLD MAN AND HIS GUITAR
© 1967 Criterion Music Corp.

See the candle light burning
in a cabin not so far
from a river wild, that's friendly as a child,
to an old man and his guitar.

Spends each lonely night just wishing
on some long forgotten star
dreamin' dreams until only dreams seem real
to an old man and his guitar.

Rememberin' loves, rememberin' springs
so many loves, so many springs
but there was one he loved the best
she made him soon forget the rest.

His hands that once played only magic
now where the sting of times crewel scars
but all his songs aren't sung the best is yet to come
for an old man and his guitar.


THE PERFORMER©

I stand on this stage
one empty page
nothing to tell
so little to sell
won’t you come on in
my old friends and sit down?

I’m just what you see
there’s nothing to me
a piece of the end
that never has been
won’t you come on in
my old friends and sit down?

Can’t you tell by my clothes
I never made it?
Can’t you hear that my songs
just won’t sing?
Can you see in my eyes
that I hate it
wasting twenty long years
on a dream?

Thanks for coming by
to sit and watch me die
God knows friends I might
there are three shows more tonight
Won’t you come on in
my old friends and sit down?
come on in my old friends
and sit down


THE RAILROAD
© 1966 Guitar Music

Workin' on the railroad all day long
Workin' on the railroad sing this song
Sing about an old love I once knew
Sing about an old love maybe two
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the...railroad

I drove a hot steel in my time
I drink a lot of stuff they call moonshine
I got me a woman in every town
Workin' on the railroad, never settle down
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the...railroad

I draw my pay on a Saturday night
Go in town and had start a fight
Love me a woman a laugh and a joke
Workin' on the railroad, always abroke
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the... railroad

When I die and you bury me
Alongside the tracks where I wanna be
Don't you cry friend just remember this
There ain't much you all 'body miss
Workin' on the railroad
Workin' on the railroad
Work...work...workin' on the...railroad


Lee Hazlewood songbook


THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN'
© 1966 Criterion Music Corp.

(Here's a little song about boots and a darlin' named Nancy)

You keep sayin' you got something for me something you call love but confess
You've been messin' where you shouldn't been messin' (that's right)
And now someone else is a gettin' all your best
These boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

[bass]

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthen
And you keep loosin' when you ought enough bad
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'
Now what's right is right and you ain't been right yet (listen to me)

These boots are made for walkin'...

[horns]

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned
Well I've just found me a brand new box of matches
And what he knows you ain't that time to learn

These boots are made for walkin'...


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