Janis Flexi

Matrix # C-82671 X T1 r. 1971

Train Rap with Bonnie Bramlett

Women to be in-a the music business give up more than you'd ever know. She's got kids she gave up. Any woman gives up home life, an old man, probably, because you're so crazy on planes and runnin' and you never find 'em egain. You give up, you give up a home and friends, you give up children and friends, you give up the old man and friends, you give up every constant in the world except music. That's the only thing you've got man, when you boil it down, the only thing you got left in the world is that music, man. And, so for a woman to sing, she really needs to, or wants to. A man can do it as a gig, 'cause he knows he c'n get laid tonight.

Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out

Well, once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money, no, I didn't care
Takin' my friend John out for a mighty good time
Buyin' high-priced liquor, champagne and wine.

Then I began to fall so low,
Didn't have a friend, nor no place to go.
If I get my hands on a dollar again
I'm goin' to hold on to it until the eagle grins.

Soon as I get back up on my feet again
Everybody wants to be my long-lost friend.
It's might strange, without a doubt
Nobody wants you when you're down and out.

Lord, soon as I get up on my feet again
Everybody wants to be my long-lost friend
It's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody wants you when you're down and out.
That's what I mean — when you're down and out.

St. James Infirmary

I went down to old Joe's bar room
On the corner by the square.
Well, the drinks were bein' served as usual,
And this motley crowd was there.

Well, on my left stood Joe McKennedy
And his eyes were bloodshot red.
When he told me that sad story,
These were the words he said:

I went down to the St. James infirmary,
I saw my baby there,
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So cold, and fine, and fair.
Go ahead!

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She can search this world over
Never find another man like me.

Yes, sixteen coal black horses
To pull that rubber tied hack.
Well, it's seventeen miles to the graveyard
But my baby's never comin' back.

Well, now you've heard my story,
Well, have another round of booze
And if anyone should ever, ever ask you —
I've got the St. James infirmary blues!

Walk Right in

Walk right in, sit right down, and daddy, let your mind roll on.
Now walk right in, stay a while, daddy, you've been gone too long.
Now everybody's talkin' 'bout your new way of walkin',
Do you wanna lose your mind ?
You'd better walk right in, sit right down, daddy, let your mind roll on.

Lord, walk right in, sit right down, and daddy, let your hair hang down.
You'd better walk right in, stay a while, 'cause baby, you been gone too long.
Now everybody's talkin' 'bout your new way of walkin',
Well, do you wanna lose your mind ?
Just walk right in, sit right down, and daddy, let your mind roll on.

Walk right in, sit right down, and daddy, let your mind roll on.
Oh, walk right in, stay a little while, baby, you've been gone too long.
Now everybody's talkin' 'bout your new way of walkin',
Do you wanna lose your mind ?
You'd better walk right in, sit right down, and daddy, let your mind roll on!

Vamp on Time

I don't understand how come you're gone, man. I don't understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, I can't get it together. I mean, if you got a cat for one day, man — I mean, if you, say, say, if you want a cat for 365 days, right — You ain't got him for 365 days, you got him for one day, man. Well I tell you that one day, man, better be your life, man. Because, you know, you can say, oh man, you can cry about the other 364, man, but you're gonna lose that one day, man, and that's all you've got. You gotta call that love, man. That's what it is, man. If you got it today you don't want it tomorrow, man, 'cause you don't need it, 'cause as a matter of fact, as we discovered in the train, tomorrow never happens, man. It's all the same fucking day, man.    

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