Hound Dog Diaries
 
 
Angeli
The park was never darker
For a teenage rocker
Through a pair of wing framed shades
Poison in her grin
A little tattoo on her skin
All her memories of standing in the rain

Well I heard it was a boy
Down on old Saint Croix
Who drove the little lady insane
He made his lover
A hooker and a sucker
But he taught her how to laugh at her pain

Angeli, Angeli
Baby, where you running
Tonight all alone
Angeli, Angeli
What are you doing
So far from your home

She saw him on the stage
He was the Eastside rage
They called him Torpedo Ramone
She told him on the street
That later they could meet
And whispered him the number of her phone

Angeli, Angeli
Baby, where you running
Tonight all alone
Angeli, Angeli
What are you doing
So far from your home

Far into the night
Someone heard an awful fight
Coming from her hotel room
They found Torpedo dead
A gun was laid beside his head
A young girl was running down the avenue

Angeli, Angeli
Baby where you running
Tonight all alone
Angeli, Angeli
What are you doing
So far from your home

Tell me, Baby, where you running
Tonight all alone
Tell me, baby, what you doing
So far from your home
 

 
Yankees A'Loose In The Vieux Carre
Saw fire in the sky over Algiers one day
So they gathered in Saint Louie's and knelt to pray
One more dead is one less to save
As the Yankees marched in to the Vieux Carre

Ol' Butler come down the river way
With his hand in his pocket and his boots on their graves
Said, One more dead is one less to save
As the Yankees marched in to the Vieux Carre

There' Yankees a'loose, Yankees runnin' loose
Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre
Set fire to the fields, send the women away
Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre

They came on boats, they came on trains
The more things change, the more they stay the same
Now they're comin' in cars and they're comin' on planes
Yankees all over the Vieux Carre

There' Yankees a'loose, Yankees runnin' loose
Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre
Set fire to the fields, send the women away
Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre
 

 
The Girl From Dixie
We followed a rainbow down the river
Catching cards in New Orleans
Chasing parades and waving her boa
She was every gambler's dream
Sunday mornings we'd go dancing
Down the alley and through the streets.
Soon her eyes were full of ashes
From the smoking payment beneath our feet
I was young and hard to handle
She was wild and fit to fight
So I laid blossoms about her body
As I kissed her while she slept one night

I fell in love with the girl from Dixie
She fell in love with the boy next door
Her momma said we were bound for trouble
Her daddy told her not to see me no more

I took a train to Atlantic City
'Bout the boardwalk and in the bars
I thought I had hit the big time
But the big time hit back twice as hard
I caught a bus and I rode cross country
Cross the sand and through the ice
Out to the land of gin and honey
I cut the cards and I tossed the dice
I woke up sleeping in the desert
'Neath the trembling neon lights
Pulling the petals from a flower
As I wondered where she was that night

I fell in love with the girl from Dixie
She fell in love with the boy next door
Her momma said we were bound for trouble
Her daddy told her not to see me no more

I got tired of seeing phonies
Got tired of hearing lies
I got tired of always missing
That Dixie moon shining in her eyes
I'm going back now to where I started
Going back there to lived and die
Around the world and back to Dixie
One more station, one last try

I fell in love with the girl from Dixie
She fell in love with the boy next door
Her momma said we were bound for trouble
Her daddy told her not to see me no more
 

 
Vicksburg
I knocked on the door of an old Spanish whore
She took some absinthe from her cabinet
I paid her in gold then a story I told
Of my love so far away
I felt her warm mouth as I lay on her couch
And drank her poison concoction
As the night disappeared I told her my fears
For my love so far away

Molly's in Vicksburg and I ain't around
It's the Fourth of July
And they've burned down the town
I should go to her and take up the fight
But I'm watching a fairy dance in the light

She tosses her hair as she comes up for air
And the wind sets the curtains sailing
It's no comfort to know that a good would go
To his love so far away
Somebody cheers as the smoke starts to clear
And the bells at Saint Louie's are ringing
Someone pounds on the wall as she cries in the hall
For her love so far away

Molly's in Vicksburg and I ain't around
It's the Fourth of July
And they've burned down the town
I should go to her, even lay down my life
But I'm watching a fairy dance in the light

If you have a sweetheart, if you'e got a name
If you have a family.
Don't squander it all for the sugar and ice
To watch the Green Fairy dance in the light

Molly's in Vicksburg and I ain't around
It's the Fourth of July
And they've burned down the town
I should go to her, even lay down my life
But I'm watching a fairy dance in the light
 

 
Double Dip Grande
Got knobby tan legs and a sculpted nose
New hair on his head
He's a bourgeois bohemian
But he keeps his progeny fed
Got a nasty little wife from New Rochelle
Self-help books in her head
Once killed a man with their SUV
And took the President to bed
Now they're both approaching
The Dollar Sign Coffee Bar they can smell
And if they be so inclined
Can gargle at that well

With a cafe latte, double dip grande
Soy milk espresso, decaf coffee
Hurry up, they're on a power roll
Well they don't tip, just sip, hands on the money
Smoke grass, burn gas, do their pilates
And they'll still be here
When the bells begin to toll

Well he made his money from a TV show
About a talking chicken coop
Reinvents himself on the weekends
On the deck of his racing sloop
She's concerned about safety
Met Rosie and Tipper Gore
Took a big kickback from the poultry farm
Where the bou-bo does his chores
First you load in the hens
Push the cameras in
Then you lay in a couple of jokes
About a Vietnam Vet from Idaho
Who cries at the smell of smoke
Got little red phones from Finland
Tucked beneath their wads
Never feel alone when they're on those phones
And they never have to listen to God

With a cafe latte, double dip grande
Soy milk espresso, decaf coffee.
Hurry up, they're on a power roll
Well they don't tip, just sip, hands on the money
Smoke grass, burn gas, do their pilates
And they'll still be here
When the bells begin to toll
 

 
The King Lives On
I was driving cross Texas in my old Willis Jeep
Looking for work, it'd been nearly a week
To take my mind off my troubles I turned my radio on
It was Elvis' birthday and they were playing his songs
Pulled in a gas station, enough cash for a tank
And maybe a candy bar and something to drink
When there stood at the vending machine
A man that I knew who was once called "The King"
His sideburns were gray, nearly down to his chin
He pulled out some change and he dropped it in
Though he wasn't as slim as a hillbilly cat
Matter of fact he was kind of bald and a little fat
He tugged on the lever but was a quarter shy
So I spotted him one and then I said "Hi"
I said, "I don't mean to stop and stare"
And he said, "That's alright, Son, they do everywhere"
Then he pulled that lever and with a royal touch,
A Snickers come out and he said, "Thank you very much"

I drove on down the road a ways
'Til I come to a toll booth and I had to pay
The attendant there, there was something about him
Seems like I'd seen him somewhere.
He leaned over and I handed him a buck
And he said, "This one's on me
Here's your money back, Chuck"
I said, "That's not my name but I know that face"
Then I thought to myself
He must be that fella from that other place
A puzzling question come into my mind
Was sending shivers up my spine,
I was going to, but before I could ask it
He said, "Please move that Jeep, Chuck
You'e holding up the traffic"

That unsettled my stomach so I needed a bite to eat
I spotted a Burger King and thought
I'd have myself a little treat
I pulled in the drive and was looking for a place to park
Then I saw him again and he was running through the dark
I watched him run inside and I tried to follow him in
But he disappeared behind a door marked "Men"
I ordered a Whopper and I watched the crowd go by
He never did come out and I wondered why
So I walked on over and I peeked inside but he was gone
Must have crawled out the window and caught a ride
I looked around the ol' washroom but I was alone
Though something of The King still lingered on
For there on the basin by the soap was a ring
And I knew at last I had met
The King lives on and on
And on and on and on,
And on and on and on,
The King lives on
And on and on and on
And on and on and on
And on and on and on
The King lives on
 

 
Womanless Wedding
I'm going to a wedding
Where nobody wears a dress
Where noone's tossing good luck rice
There's no happy wedding guest
Some say I should refuse you
Our love is too taboo
But when they ask me if I will
I have to say I do

It's a womanless wedding
Just a bottle and a groom.
A womanless wedding
And it ain't no honeymoon
Just me and you and a bartender
Will see the decades through
But when he hollers Closin' Time
I'm going home with you

Sometimes we might fuss and fight
Punching holes into the wall
But I know you'll still be with me
When I wakeup in the hall
You're not as sweet as a woman's lips
But so much more sincere
And I plan to go on loving you
'Til they throw me out of here

It's a womanless wedding
Just a bottle and a groom
A womanless wedding
And it ain't no honeymoon
Just me and you and a bartender
Will see the decades through
But when he hollers Closin' Time
I'm going home with you
 

 
I Was An Alcoholic Before AA Got Cool
 
 

 
Trailer Park Girls
Now I don't care what your game is
You can bet I'm gonna win this quiz
You don't meet nice girls 'round the trailer park

Their daddies all drink, mommas all go
They all end up dancing in the striptease show
You don't meet nice girls 'round the trailer park

They might be happy, they might be blue
They might be planning to murder you
They might look pretty and they might act sweet
But they will end up tangled in your best friend's sheets

If you want a love that's a hundred proof
You need a strong foundation with a solid roof
You don't meet nice girls 'round the trailer park

They might be happy, they might be blue
They might be planning to murder you.
They might look pretty and they might act sweet
But they will end up pissin' in your kitchen sink

If you want a love that's a hundred proof
You need a strong foundation with a solid roof
You don't meet nice girls 'round the trailer park
 

 
All The Things That You Love
It's your limousine, Baby
I'm just here for the ride
Like that ocelot cat
You keep Chained to your side
There's flames in your eyes
And fire in you talk.
You snap out my dreams
Like they were pieces of chalk

All your gold and your diamonds
Tucked in your gloves
So why do you kill
All the things that you love

Your collection of lovers
Your needle queens
Mixing you drinks
As your telephone rings
Or they jump in your covers
When you offer your hand
To settle your nerves
Or complete your commands

All your fashion and money
Tucked in your gloves
So why do you kill
All the things that you love

Tell the driver
We're almost home
Your kiss is so hot
It could buckle the chrome
The smoke is clearing
I can see your face
Your heart isn't broken
Just a little out of place

With your gold and your diamonds
Tucked in your gloves
So why do you kill
All the things that you love

Your fashion and money
Tucked in your gloves
So why do you kill
All the things that you love
 

 
Hard Times Are Here Again
I went down to the river' edge
When I was just a kid
Busted my butt when I jumped in
But I tried the dive again
Two strikes down in the batter's box
The pitcher threw again
Broke my bat when I hit that ball
But the winning run came in

Hard times are here again
I'm down on my knees.
One day I will howl again
You ain't heard the last of me

I know where I've been
I know where I am now
So dreams come true, some go away
But it all works out some how
Money comes and money goes
And the years go passing by
But one day we will meet again
So, Sugar, don,'t you cry

Hard times are here again
I,'m down on my knees
One day I will howl again
You ain't heard the last of me
 

 
Waitin' On Betsy
Hot butter and brandy
I'm waitin' on Betsy
She's gone to the Halloween dance
Her mother shows me pictures
Of Betsy as a baby
But I'm waiting for a closer glance
Cars whish by
Taillights in the rain
Turn my head to the window
Nose pressed on the pane
I was dreaming about tomorrow
And wondering what things would change
Watered down relations
New York conversations
Talking to women, drinking cold, stale beer
All of us giving
And dying to be living
But I'm just living to see Betsy here
Or maybe in some country way up north
Living her dream.
Maybe up on the old front porch
Or a lonesome city street
Or maybe on some cold night
Maybe on a Halloween
 
 
 
 
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