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Alvin Dave

I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she?s in that motel room Puttin? on a show for some chump Yeah, well

Well when I was a young boy, I used to slip away Down to the ashgrove to hear the old blues men play There was big Joe and lightnin' and reverend Gary

hot air hangs like a dead man from a white oak tree people sitting on porches thinking how things used to be dark night dark night the neighborhood was

Dave Alvin/Chris Gaffney (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI/Calhoun Street Music/Ensaga Songs, BMI, Administered by Bug Music) Johnny gave Joe his first cigarette

When I was young, my mama told me She said, "Child, take your time Don't fall in love too quickly Before you know your mind" She held me 'round the shoulders

I hope this letter finds you Wherever you may be ?Cause I mailed some awhile back And they were all returned to me Ain?t nothin? I can tell you ?bout

Blackjack David came a-ridin? through the wood Singin? so loud and merry His voice was a-ringin? through the green, green fields And he spied a fair-haired

Night wolves moan The winter hills are black I'm all alone Sitting in the back Of a long white Cadillac, yeah Train whistle cries Lost on its own track

Dave Alvin (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music) Well I'm leavin' this mornin' baby Gonna ride that new highway Yeah I'm leavin' this