BLOOD RUNS COLD
Two pretty boys she had
One turned good and one turned bad
Said hard to believe they shared a mother
One moved East and one stayed West
That was probably for the best
They never had no dealings with each other
Late one night his mothers voice
Leave straight away you got no choice
Go see what you can do cus he’s your brother
Well I’ve been told Some blood runs cold
Best stay apart Right from the start
Some blood runs cold
Indian chant
He took the highway drove out East
Never any welcome feast
He found the motel room - bills needed paying
He said “I brought you all I got
Just go ahead and take the lot
Don’t bother with no coffee I’m not staying”
Never even crossed his mind
Some might say he’d acted kind
He knew that back at home their Mom was praying
Well I’ve been told Some blood runs cold....
Indian chant
Instrumental
Years had come and years had gone
Those brothers they just carried on
Not one word was ever said between them
He heard might be a kid or two
If that was so he never knew
He never asked their mother if she’d seen them
She called to say “He won’t be back”
From that day on she dressed in black
The sorry words he said – He didn’t mean them
Well I’ve been told Some blood runs cold....
Well I’ve been told Some blood runs cold...
Well I’ve been told Some blood runs cold...
PROUD (BOW MY HEAD)
Aint gonna bow my head
Aint gonna bow my head
Were I to bow my head
Might as well be dead
Aint gonna bow my head
Aint gonna bend my knee
Aint gonna bend my knee
Some bending to be done
It’s gonna be to me
Aint gonna bend my knee
Whohoo whohoo whohoo
Whohoo whohoo whohoo
Aint gonna kiss no hand
Aint gonna kiss no hand
Offer me your hand
I’ll shake it where I stand
Aint gonna kiss no hand
Aint gonna scrape and bow
Aint gonna scrape and bow
Standing proud back then
Standing proud right now
Aint gonna scrape and bow
Whohoo whohoo whohoo
Whohoo whohoo whohoo
Repeat
Aint gonna still my voice
Aint gonna still my voice
If I’m to shut my mouth
It’s gotta be my choice
Aint gonna still my voice
Aint gonna bow my head
Aint gonna bow my head
Were I to bow my head
Might as well be dead
Aint gonna bow my head
Whohoo whohoo whohoo
Whohoo whohoo whohoo
Repeat
MASTERS WALLET
Oh who will take this Masters wallet
Who will carry it over the sea
Deliver it to my true beloved
In hope that she may think of me
Our ship sailed in
Yellow flag a-flying
We landed on this northern shore
So far from home
The sick and the dying
Never to see our England more
Oh who will take this Masters wallet...
From Black Sea
To these northern waters
These sailors lives were not to save
A ring of stones
Marks where my men lie
I rest alone in a churchyard grave
Oh who will take this Masters wallet...
Instrumental
My last home was
The good ship Archer
Aboard her since this war began
But now my voyage
Goes no farther
A strange fate for a Cornishman
Oh who will take this Masters wallet
Who will carry it over the sea
Deliver it to my true beloved
In hope that she will think of me
SO DAMNED HOT
I’m so damned hot
Not the kind of hot that’s gonna hit your spot
Just the kind of hot that makes me sweat a lot
Drinking water with my whisky
Water with my wine
Perpetual perspiration doing overtime
Feel my sluggish blood’s about to clot
I’m so damned hot
Wish I was cool
Not the kind of cool that makes those young girls drool
Just the kind you find when lying lazing in a pool
Stretched out in a hammock
Under green and shady trees
With a cold beer in my hand and feel a cool refreshing breeze
But here I’m standing oozing like a fool
Wish I was cool
The Ladies in the chapel weaving wonders with their fans
The preacher went and told them don’t wave those things at no man
Lordy Lordy ooo-hoo
I’m so damn hot
Instrumental
I’m hot and wet
See you start to wonder – Now how crazy can this get?
Don’t know what to say except ‘You aint’ seen nothing yet!’
Can’t hold a conversation
Showing all my charms
While you just watch dark patches spreading out beneath my arms
Ooo Don’t be upset
I’m just hot and wet
The Ladies in the chapel weaving wonders with their fans
The preacher went and told them don’t wave those things at no man
Lordy Lordy ooo-hoo
I’m so damn hot
Repeat chorus
Hot hot to fade