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Self PortraitJune 8, 1970

Tracks on the album:

  1. All the tired horses
  2. Alberta #1
  3. I forgot more than you'll ever know
  4. Days of 49
  5. Early morning rain
  6. In search of little Sadie
  7. Let it be me
  8. Little Sadie
  9. Woogie Boogie
  10. Belle Isle
  11. Living the blues
  12. Like a rolling stone
  13. Copper Kettle
  14. Gotta travel on
  15. Blue moon
  16. The boxer
  17. The mighty quinn (Quinn the eskimo)
  18. Take me as I am
  19. Take a message to Mary
  20. It hurts me too
  21. Minstrel boy
  22. She belongs to me
  23. Wigwam
  24. Alberta #2

IT HURTS ME TOO

So run here baby
Put your little hands in mine
Ive got something to tell you
I know youre gonna change your mind

When things go wrong
So wrong with you
I hurts me too

I want you baby
Just to understand
I dont want to be your boss, babe
I just want to be your man

Now when you go home
You dont have to get along
Come back to me baby
Well its where you belong

I love you baby
And you know that its true
I wont mistreat you baby
Nothin in this world is like you

So run here baby
Put your little hands in mine
Ive got something to tell you
I know youre gonna change your mind


SHE BELONGS TO ME

She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum.


QUINN, THE ESKIMO

Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,
Some are building monuments,
Others, jotting down notes,
Ev'rybody's in despair,
Ev'ry girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet,
But guarding fumes and making haste,
It ain't my cup of meat.
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all,
Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey,
And I'll tell you who to call.
Nobody can get no sleep,
There's someone on ev'ryone's toes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.


MINSTREL BOY

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Oh, Lucky's been drivin' a long, long time
And now he's stuck on top of the hill.
With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard climb,
And with all of them ladies, though, he's lonely still.

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil,
Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.
Beneath his bound'ries, what more can I tell,
With all of his trav'lin', but I'm still on that road.

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll?
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?


LITTLE SADIE

Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.

I began to think what a deed Id done,
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in Jericho

Standing on a corner ringin my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said Young man is you name Brown?
Remember the night you blowed Little Sadie down.

Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee.
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree,
If youve got any papers will you serve them to me?

Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black.
They put me on a train and they brought me back.
I had no one for to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.

The judge and the jury they took their stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.


In the early morning rain

In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand,
With an achin' in my heart, and my pockets full of sand.
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved ones so,
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go,
But I'm stuck here in the grass, where the cold wind blows.
Now the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast,
Well there she goes, my friend, she's rollin' now at last.

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high,
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly,
Where the mornin' rain don't fall, and the sun always shines,
She'll be flying o'er my home, in about three hours time.

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me,
'Cause I;m stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can be.
You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train,
So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.


IN SEARCH OF LITTLE SADIE

Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.

I began to think what a deed Id done.
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in Jericho

Standing on a corner a ringin my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said Young man is you name Brown?
Remember you blowed Sadie down.

Oh yes sir, my name is Lee.
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree.
If youve got any papers will you serve them to me?

Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black,
They put me on a train and they sent me back.
I had no one to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.

Oh, yes they did.
The judge and the jury they took their stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.

Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Oh, no!

Went out last night to take a little round.
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head.


LIVING THE BLUES

Since you've been gone,
I've been walking around
With my head bowed down to my shoes.
I've been living the blues
Ev'ry night without you.

I don't have to go far
To know where you are,
Strangers all give me the news.
I've been living the blues
Ev'ry night without you.

I think that it's best,
I soon get some rest
And forget my pride.
But I can't deny
This feeling that I
Carry for you deep down inside.

If you see me this way,
You'd come back and you'd stay,
Oh, how could you refuse.
I've been living the blues
Ev'ry night without you.


ALBERTA

Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
Ill give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If youd only let your hair hand low

Alberta whats on your mind
Alberta whats on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta whats on your mind

Alberta dont you treat me unkind
Alberta dont you treat me unkind
Oh my heart is so sad
Cause I want you so bad
Alberta dont you treat me unkind

Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
Ill give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If youll only let your hair hand low.


ALL THE TIRED HORSES

All the tired horses in the sun
Howm I supposed to get any ridin done? Hmm.


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