Bootleg Sessions IV

by Bootleg Slim

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Recorded live through two microphones in Grenoble, 14/05/2016 & 20/05/2016 - 21/05/2016

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released May 22, 2016

Song 1 : Otis Redding & Steve Cropper
Song 2 & 3 : Tom Waits
Song 4 : Traditional, arrangement & additional lyrics by Bootleg Slim
Song 5 : Bootleg Slim
Song 6 : Neil Young

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Track Name: (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
WRITTEN BY : OTIS REDDING & STEVE CROPPER

Sittin' in the morning sun
I'll be sittin' when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch them roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Cuz I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothing's gonna come my way

So, I'm just gon' sit on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, listen

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home, now

I'm just gon' sit at the dock of a bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Track Name: Chocolate Jesus
Chocolate Jesus
WRITTEN BY : TOM WAITS

Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
But I know Jesus loves me
maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
that can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
can satisfy my soul

(Solo)
When the weather gets rough
and it's whiskey in the shade
it's best to wrap your savior
up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
but that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
for a nice parfait

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
good enough for me

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Track Name: (Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night
(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night
WRITTEN BY : TOM WAITS

Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling
Then you see the lights and you get all tingling
Cause you're cruising with a six
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reaching your peak

Stopping on the red, you're going on the green
Cause tonight will be like nothing you've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Cause you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumbling
You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

You gassed her up and you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

And you're stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
Track Name: Lay Me In My Grave
Lay Me In My Grave
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM

My sweetheart ran away
just as soon got married
my hands begin to shake
when I am filled with sadness
I drank a quart of whisky
I forget what happened
When I awoke
it was a clear blue day
you might as well
have laid my in my grave

I struck a match
it was snuffed out in the wind
in the crosstown traffic
my head begins to spin
I jumped in the river
to wash away my sins
I put my shirt back on
it was dirty just the same
you might as well
have laid my in my grave

I'll hustle a fare
I'll catch a train and ride
no-one in front of me
nothin' behind
I threw my cards down
I choked on the dice
with nothin' more to waste
but precious time

I picked up my shovel
there was no work at the levee
I started to sing
but my chest was heavy
the bordello ladies
tried to tempt me
but I didn't have a single
penny to my name
you might as well
have laid me in my grave
Track Name: Heart Of Gold
Heart Of Gold
WRITTEN BY : NEIL YOUNG

I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold.

And I'm getting old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind,
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold.

And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
You keep me searching and I'm growing old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.