Bootleg Sessions VI

by Bootleg Slim

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released April 12, 2017

All words and music written by Bootleg Slim
All songs performed live by Bootleg Slim in Grenoble, France, 09/12/16.
All songs were recorded, mixed and mastered by Marc Bohnke

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Track Name: Take It All The Same
Take It All The Same
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM

I've got a poem in my brogues
a dream under my hat
a downtown alley roll-bones
sleeping like a rat
I drop a coin in the jukebox
hear the record play
take it easy but take it
all the same

I found a matchbox cure
I dial the number slow and hazy
her voice comes through so pure
asking, "where have you been lately?"
I say, "I can be anywhere
if you would name the place,"
take it easy but take it
all the same

With the lights down low
we share a joke, roll a smoke
with her hand in mine
she gets that look in her eyes

A whisper through a tin speaker
behind a barber shop
she says, "come on up
put your coat over the heater
help yourself to a Calvados
sit by the window,
look out at the rain
take it easy but take it
all the same

With the lights down low
we share a joke, roll a smoke
with her hand in mine
she gets that familiar look in her eyes

Black coffee, wireless news
hands shaking just to tie my shoes
I fix my hat to meet the day
I'm in bad need of a shave
standing in the doorway
smile on her face
take it easy but take it
all the same

take it easy - take it all the same
Track Name: (I ain't gonna play) Second Fiddle
(I ain't gonna play) Second Fiddle
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM

Listen woman
no I ain't
just gonna sit around and grieve
I've had enough now
pack up your stuff now
yes it's time for you to leave

I guess you thought that I
was pretty dumb
the way you're running around
town having your fun

I ain't gonna play your
second fiddle because
I'm used to playing lead

Yes you may
cook me dinner
but I'll be washing the plates
I guess it was your ambition
to be lead astray
little did I know
how you could misbehave

I guess you thought yourself
pretty clever
cashing all those
crooked cheques

I ain't gonna play your
second fiddle because
I'm used to playing lead

When I took you
to meet me Ma and Pa
my little sister said
son you've gone too far
woman I knew about your
wild ways
but you didn't have to go
and throw them in my face

I guess you thought that I
must have been blind
the way you've been
cheatin' on me all the time

I ain't gonna play your
second fiddle because
I'm used to playing lead

you're gonna be the one to weep
yes go and throw your head down and grieve
and when you begin to cry
don't go askin' me the reason why

I ain't gonna play your
second fiddle because
I'm used to playing lead

you've been jivin'
with the alley cats
all those feathers
you've got in your cap
but woman I'm no
jealous guy
I've just got a strong
idea on my mind

Yes we'll say goodbye
and you won't cross me again
just go and call on
one of your special friends

I ain't gonna play your
second fiddle because
I'm used to playing lead
Track Name: (You're) The Woman I Talk About
(You're) The Woman I Talk About
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM

When I get my head together
I'll write a love letter
send it in the first class post
this ain't a time for subtlety
I'll tell you confidentially
you're the one I love the most

remember the day we met
I was so fixed on you
let's get us together
figure out what to do
when I say there's a special lady
you can have no doubt
you're that woman
that I talk about

Don't accuse me of running away
you know I mean it
when I say I want to treat you right
when we're apart I miss ya
let me paint you the picture:
when we're near,
all I do is smile

when I'm bragging to the boys
about a girl I'd like to get to know
when I'm saving up my coins
for two tickets to the picture show
when I say there's a special lady
you can have no doubt
you're that woman
that I talk about

forget the gossip that ya heard
from all the jealous boys and girls
listen here, I just wanna shout
you're that woman
that I talk about

when I sing my songs all night
and I read dusty books by candle light
I can't seem to take my rest
I've got a fine bottle of wine
I'd like to share with you sometime
don't say you'd rather be someplace else

when my mind gets a-wandering
and nobody can hold me down
working in a factory
like a slave by the hour
when I say there's a special lady
you can have no doubt
you're that woman
that I talk about
Track Name: Madame Red
Madame Red
WRITTEN BY : BOOTLEG SLIM

My heart snapping like a castanet
I'm evasive in my bloodshot eyes
my fist as tight at the knot in my stomach
the sweetest fruit has a bitter rind

I like my French letters in a square envelope
my romance breathless like a knife to the throat
my heroes poisoned by a kiss of hope
people envy happiness but they love a good joke

I've got twelve bars of gold for every kick in the teeth
midnight creep to a howling motif
those who lack enemies are ruined by friends
I'm a poor boy fool for Madame Red

She drove a nail through my jukebox heart
jiving wild at a sawdust saloon
picked my shots over a carnival bar
danced ablaze beneath a yellow moon

Madame Red's got a 12-gauge cough
and a 14-carat smile
she was born on the road where I got lost
grain liquor dripping from her evil eye

If I fall for her love or just her tricks
I'm a crash test pilot with a pair of new wings
those who lack enemies are ruined by friends
I'm a poor boy fool for Madame Red

She's a shot of bourbon in the holy grail
a silver dagger in a velvet gown
a tin can tied to a hound dog's tail
a wishing well where a little boy drowned

Rub my muzzle in the truth
moonshine in the gutter, poison in the rain
I've got a Darwin for the booth
my lion heart flutters when I hear her name

Around her neck a little band of gold
big legs light skirt drawn high
the label on the hooch is a skull and crossed bones
I'm choking on a pair of loaded dice

I pray I get to heaven
before the devil knows I'm dead
I met her at The Gritseller's Tavern
the dangerous woman called Madame Red
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 up 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 so heavy
the bordello ladies, they
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