Terri Hendrix

Live in San Marcos - Lyrics

1. intro
2. goodtime van
3. fishingblues
4. hole in my pocket
5. walk on me
6. get up
7. don't pet the dog
8. fair
9. love like this
10. all woman
11. old joe clark
12. my own place
13. flowers
14. country john
15. new orleans
16. crossroads

Goodtime Van

terri hendrix (thm music, bmi, admin. by bug music)

terri uses the same chord patterns in this song. She varies on the chorus.

verse:
(C) susan headed out in her (F) good times van
(C) she took off to (F) good times land
with no (C) plans and a dog for (F) company
(G) susan waved goodbye to (F) me
i said (C) suz it's what you (F) choose
(C) you got to do what you (F) got to do
there's (C ) gunna come a day that you're (F) gunna reminisce
(G) about the days you were (F) better than this

chorus:
(C) 4414 (F) desert view (C) 7821 (F) 6á..(C) who you are and (F)
where you been
are (Bb) so much better than (F) this oh (Bb) so much better than (F) this yea

verse:
just follow the chords in the verse. they are the same as above. when terri goes to the chorus follow the words and chords to the chorus for they are the same as well.
in a good times van you're gunna go everyplace i'll only dream of
you'll roll back the seat to make a bigger space
to sleep and wake and make a lil' love
suz stay away from that vino
keep yourself up with a cup of cappucino
hit the road 'til it hits you back
and when it does cry 'til you laugh

bridge:
you are (E-) better than runnin' better than (G) hidin' better than decidin'
what you wanna (D) do when it's too (Bb) (F) late

verse:
fake it 'til you make it make it 'til you can
see the sunshine through the darkness in a plan
you might bite your nails to the nubs
when you're wired to the tire that the road rubs
susan stay gone in your goodtimes van
you'll make it big in your good times van
if i was younger i'd do what you done
but i've grown roots where i said there'd be none

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Fishin’ Blues

Henry Thomas (BMI)

Guitar intro

Betcha goin’ fishin’ all of the time, my baby goes fishin’ too
Bet your life, your sweet wife, catches more fish than you do
Many fish bites if they got good bait, here’s a little tip that I would like to relate.

Many fish bites if you got bait
I’m a goin’ fishin, my baby’s goin’ fishin’
Come on a goin’ fishin’ too.

My baby brother’s ‘bout to run me outta my mind
He says "can I go fishin’ with you?"
I take him on a down to my favorite fishin’ hole
What do you think he does do?

He pulls a big ole fish out of my pond,
Jumps up and down and brags all night long.
Many fish bites if you got bait
I’m a goin’ fishin, yeh I’m a goin’ fishin’
and my baby’s goin’ fishin’ too

Guitar pickin
Wish, wish, dream, dream, keep your hands on your line
Wish, wish, dream, dream, you catch you a fish in time.
Many fish bites if you got good bait here’s a tip that I would like to relate.

Many fish bites if you got bait
I’m a going fishin’ yes I’m a goin’ fishin’
And my baby’s goin’ fishin’ too.

Put it in a pot, put in a pan, cook it up good and brown
Put it in a pot, put in a pan, cook it up good and brown
Put it in a pot, baby put in a pan, baby cook it and eat it up as fast as you can.

Many fish bites if you got bait
I’m a goin’ fishin’ yes I’m a goin’ fishin’
And my baby’s goin’ fishin’ too.

Betcha goin’ fishin’ all of the time, my baby goes fishin’ too.
Bet your life, your sweet wife, catches more fish than you do
Many fish bites if they got good bait, here’s a little tip that I would like to relate.
Betcha goin’ fishin’ all of the time, I’m a goin’ fishin’,

yeh I’m goin’ fishin’ and my baby’s goes fishin’ too.
I’m a goin’ fishin’, yeh I’m goin’ fishin’ and my baby’s goin’ fishin’ too
I’m a goin’ fishin’, yeh I’m goin’ fishin’ and my baby’s goin’ fishin’ too.

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Hole In My Pocket

written by Terri Hendrix
©1997 THM Music (BMI)

I'm living on the outside now I'm looking in
I've been feeling like a window
sometimes I break just like a window
love is just this liquid open like a river
I've been reachin' for this ocean
and I'm breakin' before I see the waves

Show me ways to save my soul
show me ways to save my soul
I've got a hole in my pocket
where it all slips away (repeat)

Where has my head been
since this needle took a spin
and the stitch out of my thoughts when
I had my life in place I'm livin on the outside and,
I'm lookin in I can't get it together again
you've gotta show me, gotta show me,
gotta show me the way

Show me ways to save my soul
show me ways to save my soul
I've got a hole in my pocket
where it all slips away (repeat)

Hole in my pocket
Hole in my pocket
I've got a hole in my pocket
where it all slips away (repeat)

There is less and less inside of me
a little bit less and a little bit less with each day
oh wrap me up - hide me
there's gotta be something left
oh something I can save...

Walk On Me

written by Terri Hendrix
©1997 THM Music (BMI)

I used to live downstairs in a rundown apartment
my neighbors upstairs were loud
and I could hear the sound of them walkin'
upstairs downstairs I felt when I lived there
that they were walkin' on me

I remember when he moved in
he laid rugs across the hardwood floors
tacked posters, up on every door
and said I can't get no space
upstairs downstairs I laughed it off with a shrug
rolled out like a rug and let him walk on me

walk walkin' on me
walk walkin' on me
I reached for the ceiling but
I settled for the floor
i said come on, walk on meä

I remember when he moved out
he took everything I owned and left an
empty house
with a note tacked on each door
with a list of reasons why he left me for her
and upstairs downstairs the apartments
began to shake
with the sound of me rollin' up off the ground
and screamin' I've had all that I can take

Get Up

Written by Terri Hendrix
Music by Lloyd Maines, Paul Pearcy, Glenn Fukunaga

Somethin’ ‘bout you makes me wanna sing gospel
Somethin’ ‘bout you makes me jump and shout
One taste of your holy water,
Makes me wanna figure it out

So I get up, get up, oh I get up, get up, yeh I do.

Something ‘bout you is like a revival
You raise my soul up from the dead
I clap my hands and shout, "Hallaluah!"
To the bells ringin’ in my head

Oh I get up, get up, oh I get up, get up, yes I do.

Somehow, someway, you and me, we always make it through
Make it through, yeh we do!!

Sleep all day and whine if you wanna
Or you can rise up from your bed
When you think of things in life that haunt you
Remember what I have said, and baby

Get up, get up, get up off your butt. Yeh you do.

Somehow, someway, you and me, we always make it through
Make it through, yeh we do!!

Mandolin

Somethin’ ‘bout you takes me to the weekend
In my breezy drive, straight off into the deep end
Your lips turn my heart into quick sand,
There you go, there you go now,

Somethin’ ‘bout you keeps me up all night
It takes two strong arms to hold me tight
It takes two, baby to make it through alright
Here we go, here we go, here we go now

Get up, get up, uha get up, get up, yeh you do.
Get up, get up, get up, get up, yeh you do.

Somehow, someway you and me, we always make it through
Make it through, yeh we do!!

Mandolin

Don’t Pet The Dog

John Hadley (Sony ATV Songs LLCDB Tree BMI)

Well, I’d much rather have a frog in my throat,
Or a porcupine stuck to my face.
I’d much rather have a bug in my ear,
Than a dog hangin’ ‘round on my leg.

Your girl asked you home to meet momma and daddy
She told them that she thinks you’re nice.
But there’s trouble ahead and you wish you was dead
If you don’t take this friendly advice,

Don’t pet the dog
Don’t pet him whatever you do
Because he ain’t been fixed, he knows some tricks
That’ll sure make a fool out of you.

Don’t pet the dog
He gets it confused with romance
Don’t tickle his sides or look deep in his eyes
Or he’ll be taking your leg to the dance.

You say it’s ok, try to push him away
What’s his name? Does he sit up and beg?
You try to be cool, but you look like a fool
With a dog hangin’ ‘round on your leg.

I’ve been to England, I met with the Queen
She served me bisquits and tea
She had a Great Dane, I said, "Hey, what’s his name?"
You know what the Queen said to me?

Don’t pet the dog
Don’t pet him whatever you do
Don’t tickle his sides or look deep in his eyes
Or he’ll be making a fool out of you.

Don’t pet the dog
He gets it confused with romance
Don’t tickle his sides or look deep in his eyes
Or he’ll be takin’ your leg to the dance

Don’t pet the dog.
Don’t do it, don’t do it.

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Fair

terri hendrix (thm music, bmi, admin. by bug music)
lloyd maines (artmob music, bmi, admin. by bug music)

once again use the same chords on each verse and on each chorus.

verse:
this (D) house is cold and lonely
i've got (G) no one to hold me
i'm (B-) bent and spent and tired
and (G) wired for the (A) night
(D) i can hold dearly to (G) what I can see clearly
(B-) come back sunshine and (G) give me some (A) light
(D) everything is twisted and (G) tangled up inside
(B-) hold me unfold me un (G) til I come un (A) tied
(D) i need you for solid ground
if (G) you run deep you're gunna stick around
i'm (B-) inside out and upside down
and (G) ready to con (A) fide

chorus:
(B-) nothin' is (G) fair but the (D) weather
we'll (G) come to (D) gether or we'll (A) come apart
(B-) nothin' is (G) fair but the (D) weather
it's (G) startin' to (D) come down (A) on my heart
nothin' is (B-) fair nothin' is (G) fair nothin' is (B-) fair (A) ohhh

bridge:
(E-) the world spins the (G) day begins
when you (D) open up your (A) eyes
the (E-) world keeps spinnin' (G) new beginnins'
i wanna (D) take out across blue (E) skies oohh(G)hey(D)(G)(B-)(G)(A)

verse:
say what you're gunna do do what you say
i'm strong enough to leave you
if you've not strong enough to stay
this house is cold and lonely
this house will never hold me
this house is as this house was
there's got to be a better way

chorus:
at the end of the song after the chorus the chords go from B- to G

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Love Like This

written by Pat Bunch/ Pam Rose and Mary Ann Kennedy
copyright 1984 by Aresville/Egypt Hollow/My Choy (BMI)

A king would trade his finest crown for a love
Love like this
And warriors have laid weapons down for a love
Love like this
Hearts would break a 1000 times for a love
Love like this
And arms would wait a 1000 nights for a love
Love like this

Chorus:
Love may come and love may go
But here inside your arms I know
That only you will ever show me
Love like this yea and oooooooooooo yea

You and I have finally found love
Love like this
A place to lay our burdens down love
Love like this
Hearts can speak without a sound in love
Love like this
What makes this world keep spinnin' round love
Love like this

Chorus

The moon has never shown before on a love
Love like this
I have never wanted more than love
Love like this
Love
Love like this

All Woman

Terri Hendrix (THM Music, BMI, ADMIN. By Bug Music)

Oh, if I slip from your fingertips
Oh, if my lips they should slip from your lips,
Oh, don’t you leave me, love me like I am

I’m a wish dish, I’m a peppermint kiss
Never had it this good baby,
Not like this. I’m all woman,
Hard to handle, easy to hold – that’s right.

All woman, all woman, all woman
Hard to handle, easy to hold -- that’s right
I’m all woman, all woman, all woman
Hard to handle, easy to hold

Hold that camera do it on three,
I’ll smile for you baby, say
Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!
Hard to handle, easy to hold

S-W-I-N-G Hold my picture til I ring
Hard to handle, easy to hold that’s right
I’m all woman, all woman, all woman
I’m easy to hold.

All woman, all woman, all woman – that’s right

S-W-I-N-G

All woman, all woman, all woman
Hard to handle, easy to hold that’s right
I’m all woman, all woman, all woman
Hard to handle, easy to hold

Last time I checked
Hard to handle easy to hold.

Scat

Hold me, don’t you scold me,
Let me make love to you
Miss me, kiss me
If I gotta leave before we’re through

S-W-I-N-G Hold my picture til I ring
Hard to handle, easy to hold -- that’s right
I’m all woman, all woman, all woman
Hard to handle, I’m easy to hold.
Easy to hold, easy to hold, easy to hold. Yeh!

Old Joe Clark

Scott, Thompson (BMI April Music INC - Vernon Songs ASCAP)

Old Joe Clark he made his mark
When Cotton was the king.
And late at night in the pale moonlight
You could hear that banjo ring.
It would ring out for the master, listening on the hill
Ring out for the babies, sleeping quiet and still.

Round and round Old Joe Clark
Round and round I say
Round and round Old Joe Clark
Until the break of day

When he came up from the belly
Of the ship of slavery
He was holding to his banjo,
But it was not on his knee.
And someone said, "Hey, here’s a strong one, he can entertain!"
"You can keep your banjo, Clark will be your name."

Round and round Old Joe Clark
Round and round I say
Round and round Old Joe Clark
Until the break of day

Well, he learned to play the melodies
Of Cork and County Claire.
He even played for Lincoln once
Down on the courthouse square.
He went down to New Orleans,
They called it Dixieland.
But everywhere that Old Joe went
He was still the hired hand

Round and round Old Joe Clark
Round and round I say
Round and round Old Joe Clark
Until the break of day

Round and round Old Joe Clark
Round and round I say
Round and round Old Joe Clark
Until the break of day

Round and round
Old Joe Clark
Round and round
Old Joe Clark
Round and round
Oh, Oh, Yeah!

Instrumental

My Own Place

terri hendrix (thm music, admin. by bug music, bmi)
lloyd maines (art mob music, admin. by bug music, bmi)

i want a vintage bathtub with a circular curtain rod
make it porcelain with brass claw feet
i want a shower that gushes a toilet that flushes
and i think i need a sink that does’nt leak
i want central air and central heat
in a good neighborhood on a good lil’ street
don’t want no crack in my foundation or my neighbors doin’ crack
make it everything I have and everything I lack
when this whole world is in my face
i wanna shut the door and hide in my own place

i want instant credit give it to me honey
how am i gunna get it if you don’t loan me the money
how am i gunna get it my american dream
if you give me the ice and you keep the cream
your concrete world has gotta cut me some slack
i gotta climb out from between the cracks
with your interest rates this high high high
how am i ever gunna own what I buy

i want kitchen tile and hardwood floors
a brand new roof and a wrap around porch
i want a wooden deck underneath some trees
on a hill with a view I wanna do what I please
your concrete world has gotta rise from the dead
i gotta wake up in my own place in my own bed
with all the doors unlocked with all the windows open
with not a not a care not a not a care
not a not a care inside of my head

oh here I am you have to have been here to understand
you have to have been here and done this to see
that i need a payday i need a windfall i need to get the key to
my own place my own place
i wanna shut the door and hide
in my own place

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Flowers

written by Terri Hendrix
©1997 THM Music (BMI)

He talks in flowers
says he misses me
but he's too busy to see me
my thoughts on this matter are that
he talks in flowers
and it feels like thorns

he talks in bouquets
I drink it up like a cabernet
he knows when to call
and just what to say
he talks in flowers
and it feels like thorns

He takes me for a ride
plucks my heart off my sleeve
rips it up and throws it aside
rips it up and throws it aside
aside aside aside aside
and it feels like thorns

Oh he talks in flowers
it's someday this
and someday that
the days roll in
and the days roll past
He talks in flowers
and it feels like thorns

Country John

Written by Allen Toussaint (Weal, Warner Bros., BMI)

Country John lives his life, workin’ at the mill
Other than his wife, a single dream is his only thrill.
In the evening when the sun begins to fade
When work is over and supper is too,
A shabby guitar case comes out from underneath the bed
Country John sings the blues

Gotta get away, see the land, see the world
Gonna be a man.
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Gotta get away, see the land, see the world
Gonna be a man.

Country John went down to the river
Country John drank some moonshine
Country John drank that moonshine, and stared up at the sky
Country John started praying,
He was praying, he was praying.
Last I heard, Country John hasn’t received a reply.

Gotta get away, see the land, see the world
Gonna be a man.

Gotta get away, see the land, see the world
Gonna be a man.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be,

All the elders, young folks too
Get together with Country John
Everybody sings, everybody sings the blues
Moonshine flows like a river, moonshine lights up the night
In the evening when the sun begins to fade
When work is over and supper is too
A shabby guitar case comes out from underneath the bed
Sometimes all you have is your blues.

Gotta get away, see the land, see the world
Gonna be a man.

Gonna be somethin’ someday, gonna be somethin’ someday gonna be somethin’
someday.

Scat

Country John leads his life workin’ all the time
Country John leads his life workin’, workin’ workin’
Workin’, Workin’, Workin’,
Workin’, Workin’, Workin’.

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New Orleans

Written by Ike Eichenberg (BMI)

When you sing Ole Nat King Cole
Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll,
You belong in New Orleans

You got style, you got grace
You got the blues written on your face
You belong in New Orleans

If Basse could have heard you,
He’d have put you in his band.
He’d want to take you with him
To swing across the land.

Oh, you got zing, swing,
People come to hear you sing,
And you belong in New Orleans

Scat solo
Guitar solo

If Bogart could have seen you
He’d have put you on the screen.
There never would have been Bacall
He’d want you for his queen.

You’re cool, sure enough, you’re hot !
When you strut your stuff
And you belong in New Orleans

Scat solo
Guitar solo

When you sing Ole Nat King Cole
Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll,
You belong in New Orleans

You got style, you got grace
You got the blues written on your face
You belong in New Orleans

You’re cool, sure enough you’re hot
When you strut your stuff
And you belong in New Orleans

Crossroads

Written by Terri Hendrix (THM Music, Admin. by Bug Music, BMI)

Take to your own road
Don’t stay behind
Don’t change your mind
Take to your own road
Don’t you waste no time
Don’t follow me up mine
It may be that we will never see
These roads intertwine

So God be with you my friend
Wherever your seasons begin
And pray that we will meet again
Where the crossroads end.

You are a song
Played in my memory
Look at us, looking back at our history
I have to leave
There will be a part of you
Leaving with me
It may be that we will never see
These roads intertwine

So God be with you my friend
Wherever your seasons begin
And pray that we will meet again
Pray we will meet again,
Pray we will meet again,
Where the crossroads end.