Panama Red

Lyrics

Tunes included on 'Choice Buds'

All Of My Dreams
by Panama Red

When I feel so low I can't get lower
And I...well, I don't really know just what I'll do
Then I just chuck it all and I go to sleep
All of My Dreams will come true

Well I don't have nightmares I don't worry
Cause I only have bad dreams whenever I'm awake
So now I lay me down to sleep
All of My Dreams will come true

I been sleepin all of my life
I been sleepin from the start
I'm the only man I know
Who can sleep off a broken heart

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved

Over You Now
by Panama Red

I been thinkin bout you babe
I been thinkin bout me
I been thinkin bout the way it is
And the way it used to be
Shoulda quit you a long time ago
I guess I didn't know how
If I'd a quit you a long time ago
I'd be Over You Now...Over You Now

I'd see our old friends hangin out on the street
An we would never mention your name
Yeah I'd keep talkin I wouldn't miss a beat
Pretendin you were just an old flame
Shoulda quit you a long time ago
I guess I didn't know how
If I'd a quit you a long time ago
I'd be Over You Now

I remember havin somethin so good
I remember havin somethin so real
I remember when I didn't have to think about love
I remember havin somethin to feel
Shoulda quit you a long time ago
I guess I never learned how
If I'd a quit you a long time ago

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music(BMI)
All rights reserved

A Woman in Savannah
by Panama Red

I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor's help
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor's help
Cause them doctor's'll kil you
An I can die all by myself

An I don't need no drugstore
For my prescription to be filled
I don't need no drugstore
For my prescription to be filled
Cause the kind of medicine
That I need don't come in pills

An there's a train to Georgia
Eighty-seven boxcars long
There's a train to Georgia
Eighty-seven boxcars long
An there's A Woman in Savannah
Who'll love me when that train gets home

I don't need no undertaker
Undertake to lay me down
I don't need no undertaker
Undertake to lay me down
I don't need no undertaker
Put me in that cold dark ground

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music(BMI)
All rights reserved

Down in Sinaloa
by Panama Red

Down in Sinaloa there's a place I know
I think I gotta go again
Taste of the original sin
And Montezuma's revenge

Cielito Lindo, amante lubrico
Dar me un poquito mas
Inspiracion d'amor poquito mas por favor

I can still see the lovely Mexican moon
The stars in her Aztec eyes
I can see me now in the Mexican sun
With my Mexican one

Indio esposa, taco delicioso
Dar me un poquito mas
Inspiracion d'amor poquito mas por favor

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music(BMI)
All rights reserved

Wyoming County Catamount
by Panama Red

In Wyoming County West Virginia
Lives a girl with eyes as blue as ice
Skin as white as West Virginia winter
Hair as black as Pennsylvania anthracite

Her daddy worked the mines from Wayne to Pineville
Until a mudslide carried him away
And now the kids they ain't grown but Mommy's gone to join him
An they're both beneath the West Virginia clay

Now pleasure pays and she's got to raise the kids up
And it wasn't long 'til she was shown the way
But the women are cold and the men talk oh so dirty
'Til she turns cold as West Virginia days

Wyoming County Catamount
A girl's got to make her way somehow
If you're wild as they say I'll pay you now
Wyoming County Catamount

And springtime floods the muddy Guyan River
And the sky's as bleak as the eyes that seek the mine
Across the swingin bridges to the tipple
Coal-cars empty as the pockets standin in the line

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music (BMI)
Al rights reserved

Dolphins
by Fred Neil
(as recorded by Panama Red)

This old world will never change the way it's been
And all your ways of war won't change it back again
But I've been searchin for the Dolphins in the sea
And sometimes I wonder...do you ever think of me?

I'm not the one to tell the world how to get along
I only know that peace will come when all the hate is gone
An I been searchin for the Dol[phins in the sea
And sometimes I wonder...do you ever think of me?

Sometimes I think about Saturday's child
And all about the times we were just runnin' wild
But I've been searchin for the Dolphins in the sea
And sometimes I wonder...do you ever think of me?

Copyright 1967 Third Story Music(BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by Permission.

Duchess
by Panama Red

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Take me to the Duchess roll me in her arms
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Call me her sweet baby and her touch is warm

Ooh she's such a woman she tells me that I'm such a man
I'm a-comin' runnin' every time she lift her little hand
Oh she knows how to keep me satisfied
Lawdy how I love it when she.....
Hey, hey, hey, hey, take me to the Duchess's farm

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Take me to the Duchess hear her lovin' moan
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tells me with her touches that I'm not alone
Ooh she's such a rosebud you know I have to let her know
I'm a comin' runnin' hallelujah I just love her so
Oh she knows how to keep me satisfied
Lawdy how I love it when she....
Hey, hey, hey, hey take me to the Duchess's farm

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music, BMI
All rights reserved

Bottom Dollar
by Finley/Shaver

Bottom Dollar it looks like the end
Oh how I hate to see you go
Bottom Dollar we been the best of friends
We must have counted on each other
a hundred times or more
Oh and my oh my how those eagles fly
Goodbye Bottom Dollar goodbye

Bottom Dollar All your friends have gone
They been blown on dance hall girls and wine
Bottom Dollar if the truth was known
You been the dearest friend I'll ever find
Ohn and my oh my how those eagles fly
Goodbye Bottom Dollar goodbye

Copyright ATV/Sony Music(BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by pernission.

Expat Blues
by Rob Dokter
(as recorded by Panama Red)

When you're drivin' on empty
All signals screamin in red
All them letters of application sent
Day in and day out, longin' for bed

If she knew what to hit me for
I'd be black and blue
Just wanna stand tall in my livin
Get rid of these Expat Blues

If you could have half your wishes
You could double your trouble
No great loss if your number don't come in
If you can accomplish a couple

An though all of these rattlin chains
They're draggin me down...packrat fever drives me insane
It ain't gonna blacken the memory
Of your wedding gown

There's a buzz in my head
No drug could ever supplant
I'm runnin the wrong way again
Like a train on a one-way track
Ridin but not ever comin in

And though all of these rattlin chains
They're draggin me down...packrat fever drives me insane
It ain't gonna blacken the memory
Of your wedding gown
Get rid of these, Get rid of these Expat Blues

Copyright 2003 Rob Dokter (BUMA/STEMRA)
All Rights Reserved

St Pete Jail
by Ronny Elliott & Panama Red

Fine-framed fillies with that funky bay breeze
The Filipino sisters got their skirts above their knees
DeSoto-drivin diplomats, peddlars of hip
I got a mind to blow my brains out
but it scares me half to death
I got a postcard in my pocket
without a stamp to mail
Of the jewel of Central Avenue the St Petersburg Jail

String of pearls, bead of sweat baby lost a poolroom bet
She's a chopped & channelled mama, lacquer's still wet
You got a bum on every corner and the Captain on a hog
With his pigtails in the breeze he's a beacon in the fog
He got a bullwhip on his belt he's as skinny as a rail
You can forward his unemployment to the the St Pete Jail

Street balls, open chord, billboard romance
Chicks snugglin' chicks cause the cats can't dance
Big balls, street brawls, green bus bench
Knife and Bible in her purse with a pink monkey wrench
I got a headache in my heart and a plan that cannot fail
Book a double room in Paradise at the St Pete Jail

Copyright 2004 Panalama Music(BMI), Ronny Elliott(BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Tunes included on 'Homegrown'

JELLY
by Panama Red

A long time ago when I was a young man
All them easy women just a-followin' behind
You know I laughed at you then
When you told me I'd remember you
When I was gettin' feeble, old and blind
And then last week someone said "Jelly"
You were the first thing came to mind

Well, all this time gone by an all them women I got over
An then one mornin wake up and find
There's some little teeny girl one you hardly even noticed
Lurkin' back there in the corner of your mind
And when they talk about that Jelly
She is the one that comes to mind

Last night I had a dream...I dreamed my life was over
An I was layin' on my bed a-dyin'
Oh, I dreamed about the things that meant so very much to me
I dreamed about the music an I dreamed about the wine
An when I dreamed about that Jelly
You were the one that came to mind
Yes when I dreamed about that Jelly
You were the one that came to mind
An as I lay there dyin'
You were the last thing came to mind

HEAVEN ON EARTH
by Panama Red

E       EM7                  A                                                    A/B
Ev'ry sinner say ev'ry sinner gonna get to go to Heaven
E       EM7                                  B                                A/B
Any preacher tell you that ain't so
E        EM7                    A                                                   A/B
An ev'rybody say ev'rybody gonna have to go sometime
E                     B                       A
But when the truth gets truly told
                  B                               E
You know most of us, we don't know
E              EM7                      A
But I'm a man who's sanctified.
                                                       A/B
She's the angel who redeemed me
E                 EM7                    B              A/B
I walk with her through Paradise
E               EM7                                        A
An ev'ry body say you're gonna have to die before you
                                     A/B
get to look at Heaven
E             B                     A          B                          E
But I see Heaven in her eyes. I worship where she lies
                       F#m                  A                    B                 E
More than the world is worth She's Heaven On Earth to me.
E                        EM7                       A
Now some men worship gold while others lay a treasure

Up in Heaven.   A/B
E                EM7                       B
Great men meek and great men bold
E               EM7                   A                                       A/B
An while many will get the call very few will get chosen
E                   B                      A
An when the truth gets truly told
                  B                            E
You know most of us just get old.
                        F#m                          A                B            E
More than the world is worth She's Heaven On Earth to me

Copyright 2000 Panalama Music (BMI)
Administered by Zamalama Music (BMI)
All rights reserved

POOR BOY
by Panama Red

Well poor boy, such a poor boy, such a sorry sight to see
So many worries and the one that worries me
Is just that
I love the woman more than the woman she love me
Such a poor boy such a sorry sight to see
Lately she don't want my peaches lately
Lately she don't shake my tree

Well poor man, such a poor man, what's a poor poor man to do
So many worries an the one I can't get through
Is just that
I love the woman Just like that hound dog loves his bone
Such a poor man like a hound dog with a bone
She can take it or leave it lately
Lately she's been leavin' it alone

Well poor me, poor me, you know I love her so
You know I'd leave her but I don't know where I'd go
It's just that
I love the woman just like that hound dog loves that bone
She can take it or leave it lately
Lately she's been leavin it alone

LOST IN AUSTIN
by Panama Red/Charlie Williams

Swingtime:
          C6                       D6                     G6                      C6
I been lost in Austin, juiced in Houston Don't remember Dallas
       C6                      D6                  G6
But Dallas won't be soon forgettin' me
                 C6                          D6                              G6                  C6
An' I been up in Fort Worth, down in Brownsville Way out in El Paso
C6               D6          G
T for Texas, J&B for me

Straight time:
              C                      D                     G                  C
An it's June in Waco, May in Corpus, April's in Medina
C                     D                     G
Alice always waits in San Antone

C D G C
So pour me one more, don't ask what for How the Hell would I know

Swing:
C6 D6 G (STOP)
About the only place that I ain't been is home

LAVENDER EVENINGS AND LACE
by Panama Red

F                                   D   Bb                               G
When purple shadows fall and evening songbirds call
      C                    F                           D
I'll picture you in Another time and place
Bb           C                   F
Lavender evenings and lace
F                                     D    Bb                                  G
You'll turn the years to gold and when we're growing old
    C                    F                             D
I will recapture the rapture in your face
Bb           C                    F
Lavender evenings and lace
      Bb                 A                     D
It's almost like I can remember you from 1910
      Gm                        C                     F
I'd swear I knew you long before we met
        Bb                      A                     Dm
You bring to me the peace of mind I know they had back then
           Gm   C               C+
And I know I won't forget
  F                                   D Bb                        G
And in the evening of it all I know I'll still recall
    C                   F                             D
I will recapture the rapture in your face
Bb            C                   F
Lavender evenings and lace
F                   D
A calico embrace
Bb            C                   F
Lavender evenings and lace

POPEYE THE SAILOR
by Kinky Friedman/Panama Red

        C           Bb       C         C             Bb      C
My heart is on my sleeve Do you still believe?
                 F                       Bb              F                             Bb
Are you listenin' to the tide roll in, watchin' ships at sea
            F                     Bb
When I come sailin' home again
         D                         G                            D
Will you be there for me? Be there for me.

C               Bb            C               C              Bb      C
Treasure ships of yore Now grace the ocean floor
      F                            Bb          F                             Bb
Columbus sailed for Italy, Columbus sailed for Spain
       F                         Bb
Columbus sailed a wishing well,
D                              G                            D
Columbus died in chains. He died insane.

A G D
I don't pretend to know ev'ry answer
A G D
To ev'ry question life may ask of me

G C G C
Hey, I'm Popeye the Sailor, man I'm Popeye the Sailor, man

G C
Popeye the Sailor.
D G D
An I sail the lonely sea. Eternally.

         C              Bb       C             C     Bb             C
My true love calls to me from far across the sea. She says
F                        Bb            F                 Bb
Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning
F                          Bb      D             G                        D
Sail with me tonight, Sailor's delight, Sailor's delight.

DANCE HALL GALS
by Panama Red
(also recorded by Gamble Rogers)

When you are down to your last cent
Them Dance Hall Gals will take you in
Cause they can be the best of pals
I thank the Lord for Dance Hall Gals

Thank the Lord for that good ol booze
It's pretty safe an it's easy to use
An ev'ry time I get the blues
I thank the Lord for that good ol booze

Thank the Lord for them good ol songs
So damn right you can't sing 'em wrong
Them sweet refrains last all night long
I thank the Lord for them good ol songs

Thank the Lord No questions asked
For all the gold beneath the brass
Cause they can be the best of pals
I thank the Lord for Dance Hall Gals

Jesus say to Pilate Remember the Golden Rule
Render unto Caesar don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Then the Pilate say to Jesus, Hey
You know this ain't no Sunday school, Baby
Ev'rybody know that the wheels gotta roll
RocknRoll Across the USA

Custer say to Crazy Horse, he say
Hoss we gonna let you choose
It's the Happy Hunting Ground or the Reservation Blues
You better slide ol' Sittin' Bull over
We got a railroad comin' through. Baby
Ev'rybody know that the wheels gonna roll
RocknRoll Across the USA

Come unto me darlin' Come an hold me tight
Rock me in the mornin' an' I'll roll you
all through the night
An if we ever get down to Texas,
you're gonna see that big snake bite. Baby
Ev'rybody know that the wheels gonna roll
RocknRoll Across the US, Roll Across the US,
Roll Across the USA.