Favorite Lyrics
A couple of my favorite lines from one of the best wordsmiths, Lowell George of Little Feat:
Spot check Billy got down on his hands and knees
and he said "Hey, momma, hey, let me check your oil, alright"
and she said "No, honey, no. Not tonight.
You can come Monday, come back Tuesday and then I might"
Fatman in the Bathtub
You yelled "Hey", when your car wouldn't start
So you got real nervous
and started to eat heart out.
Now you're so fat, your shoes don't fit on feet
You've got trouble, and it's tailor made
Well, momma lay your head down in the shade
Cause your eyes are tired, and you feet are too
And you wish the world was as tired as you
So I'll write a letter, and I'll send it away
And put all the trouble in it you had today
Trouble
In 1966 I found my love
In 1967 I had all there was
And as my time went by I was satisfied
Until that situation took me by surprise
Now there's two trains runnin' - on that line
One train's me, and the other's a friend of mine
You know it would be all right, be just fine
If the woman took one train, and left the other behind
Illusion it is just the same conclusion
I don't know how to play the game
Of what it is or how it's going to be
When one train is my friend and the other train is me
Easy, I say easy, I can't push or shove her
So I guess I really care
Now I'm not one to hide my love behind a lock and key
But if things keep going the way they are there's no place left for me
There's two trains runnin' - on that line
One train's me, and the other's a friend of mine
You know it would be all right, be just fine
If the woman took one train, and left the other behind
Two Trains
And possibly my favorite
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland
Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland
Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland
Dixie Chicken
Bill L