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Poverty stricken
But still I’m a-stickin’
To the things I know to be facts
One day it’s feathers
And the next day chicken
While I’m picking my yakety axe.

Everybody says that I never will get far,
Keeping out of work by picking this guitar
Livin’ on a shoe-string,
Putting off things like a shave and a hair cut.

Money don’t matter
As long as I scatter
A little bit of happiness around
If people keep a grinning
I figure I’m a winning
My good old yakety sound

City folks go around turnin’ up their noses and countin’
Their greenbacks and smellin’ their roses
But I wouldn’t trade my yakety axe,
Even for a T-bone

I’m confessin’
I never took a lesson,
All my notes are a matter of guessin’
Hoping they’ll come out in some kinda of manner
That’ll make the yakety sound.

So if you’re in the mood
And your feet start tapping
And you feel laid back
And your hands start clapping
Then I’ll have done
What I wanted to from way back
You’re diggin’ my yakety axe

Now, A Pick



Four hands guitar playing!
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) – Turkish March (“Alla Turca. Allegretto”) from Piano Sonata in A Major.

Upon my word, what could it be?
Is it love, or is it me
That makes me change so suddenly
From looking out to feeling free

I sit here lying in my bed
Wondering what it was I said
That made me think I lost my head
When I knew I lost my heart instead

So won’t you please read my signs, be a gypsy
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me
Because you can find my mind, please be with me

Of all the better things I’ve heard
Loving you has made the words
And all the rest seem so absurd
When in the end it all comes out, I’m sure



Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun of your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin’ with that gun in your hand? Oh!
I’m goin’ down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ ’round with another man
Yeah, I’m goin’ down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ ’round with another man
Huh, and that ain’t cool!
Huh hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down now
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down in the groud yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin’ round messin’ round town
Huh, yes I did I shot her
You know I caught my old lady messin’ ’round town
And I gave her the gun
And I shot her
Alright
Shoot her one more time again baby!
Yeah!
Oh dig it
Oh alright
Hey Joe,
Where you gonna run to now where you gonna go
Hey Joe, I said
Where you gonna run to now where you gonna go
I’m goin’ way down south
Way down to mexico way
Alright
I’m goin’ way down south
Way down where I can be free
Ain’t no one gonna find me
Ain’t no hang-man gonna
He ain’t gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey, Joe
You better run on down
Goodbye everybody!


Well, I’m a voodoo chile
Lord I’m a voodoo chile

Well, the night I was born
Lord, I swear the moon turned a fire red
The night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red
Well my poor mother cried out Lord, the gypsy was right!
And I seen her fell down right dead

Well, mountain lions found me there waitin’
And set me on a eagles back
Well, mountain lions found me there,
And set me on a eagles wing
It’s the eagles wing, baby, what did I say?
He took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
And when he brought me back,
He gave me a Venus witches ring
Hey!
And he said fly on, fly on
Because I’m a voodoo chile, baby, voodoo chile
Hey!

Well, I make love to you,
And Lord knows you’ll feel no pain
Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
And Lord knows you felt no pain
Have mercy!
cause I’m a million miles away
And at the same time I’m right here in your picture frame
Yeah! What did I say now
Cause I’m a voodoo chile
Lord knows I’m a voodoo chile

Well my arrows are made of desire
From far away as Jupiter’s sulfur mines
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
From far away as Jupiter’s sulfur mines
Way down by the methane sea, yeah
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
You think you were losing your mind, hmm…

Well I float in liquid gardens
And Arizona new red sand
I float in liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand

Well, I taste the honey from a flower named blue,
Way down in California
And the New York drowns as we hold hands

Cause I’m a voodoo chile
Lord knows I’m a voodoo chile
Yeah!



Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just dont seem the same
Actin funny, but I dont know why
scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Dont know if Im comin up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh, no, no

Hammerin
Talkin bout heart and soul
Im talkin about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening, somethings happening
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, yeah!
Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Dont know if its day or night
You got me blowin, blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?

Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me
I cant go on like this
Purple haze
Youre makin me blow my mind…mama
Purple haze, n-no, nooo
Purple haze, no, its painful, baby



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