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Richard Thompson : Hokey Pokey
1975

  1. Hokey Pokey (The Ice Cream Song)
  2. I'll Regret It All In The Morning
  3. Smiffy's Glass Eye
  4. The Egypt Room
  5. Never Again

  6. Georgie On A Spree
  7. Old Man Inside A Young Man
  8. The Sun Never Shines On The Poor
  9. A Heart Needs A Home
  10. Mole In A Hole

Hokey Pokey (The Ice Cream Song)

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Little boy running and the little girl too
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Got the money tucked up in their hand
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Over the wall and down into the street
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Give your money to the hollering man
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Give your money to the hollering man Everybody runs for Hokey Pokey Hear the ringing on the ice-cream bell He's got the stuff that'll cool you right down It's the best that they ever did sell It's the best that they ever did sell Girl on the corner with the tight dress on You know she don't know nothing so fine Feels so good when you put it in your mouth Sends a shiver all down your spine Sends a shiver all down your spine "Cat got your tongue" says Frankie to Annie "Girl you haven't said a word all night" Well Annie she smiled and she took another bite Hokey Pokey made her feel all right, all right Hokey Pokey made her feel all right Well some like it round and some like it flat And some like a poke or two But everybody runs for Hokey Pokey It's the natural thing to do It's the natural thing to do Down in the prison, number nine nine nine Working like a bee in a hive He's still dreaming of Hokey Pokey Helps to keep that boy alive Helps to keep that boy alive Boss man he says to choir-boy Rocky Don't you sing to the boys in blue Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey By the time we're through with you By the time we're through with you Fellas in the alley all look like girls With their lipstick and their high-heeled shoes Feel so pretty and the boys all say That they know just what to do That they know just what to do

I'll Regret It All In The Morning

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
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Whisky helps to clear my head
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Bring it with you into bed
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If I beat you nearly dead
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I'll regret it all in the morning I'm so drunk I couldn't care If that's a wig or your own hair Here's my ticket, take me there
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I'll regret it all in the morning
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I'll regret it all in the morning
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When I see your smiling face
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I'd rather be in any place but here The years have left their mark Your skin feels smooth as bark As we shiver in the dark I'll regret it all in the morning |
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| As you gaze around in fright With your knuckles turning white You're a lonely, lonely sight To wake up to in the morning This is no way to exist With some girl who keeps a list Naming all the boys she's missed And she's longed for in the morning I'll regret it all in the morning When I see your smiling face I'd rather be in any place but here Now the room is spinning fast And it fades away at last When this empty night is passed I'll regret it all in the morning |
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Smiffy's Glass Eye

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
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Smiffy was a little boy, different from the rest
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He had one eye pointing East and one pointing West
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Ever since Tiny Murphy hit him with a sling
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Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
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Playing in the school yard, how the kids would marvel
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When Smiffy popped his glass 'un out and used it for a marble
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He was such a character the kids would sing
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Smiffy with his glass eye glittering Walking down the street when two big louts Come and tripped up Smiffy and his eye fell out They used it as a conker on a piece of string Smiffy with his glass eye glittering The girls all laughed when Smiffy passed them by They called him Cyclops, he only had one eye He never had a girl-friend or that sort of thing Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
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"Ooh, there's Smiffy coming tae the Infirmary
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He's got a glass eye, ye ken"
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"No you're joking!", "How'd ye find out?"
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"Och, it just came out in conversation" Smiffy used to dream of the Judgement Day When the flood came and carried all his school friends away He was lifted up to Heaven on an Angel's wing Smiffy with his glass eye glittering Nobody cried when his world fell apart And poor Smiffy died of a broken heart You have to turn a blind eye to that sort of thing Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
Instrumental verse and chorus; then repeat intro

The Egypt Room

Capo:
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Now Hobnail Kelly and the Beefcake kid
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Just rolled into town from the land of sewn-up faces
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Looking for a woman who can punch and kick and bite
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Slide on down to the Egypt room
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Find the only woman who's holding all the aces
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The Princess is dancing at the Egypt Room tonight
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Don't be late
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Don't be late
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Don't be late She's a nightclub floozy, nothing but a tramp But she moves like a snake and she shimmies like a fish in the ocean She can fool with a man 'til he doesn't know wrong from right She's got diamonds flashing, ruby rings She sparkles like the Nile when she does her original motion The Princess is dancing at the Egypt Room tonight Now don't be late Ah, don't be late Now don't be late
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The man with the cane and Italian shoes He walks like a lion looking for a lonely Christian He peeps at the Princess and his bloodshot eyes open wide He says, "Meet me, Princess, after the show I'm a gambling man and I think I like your system I'll see you at the back of the Egypt Room tonight" Now don't be late Ah, don't be late Now don't be late
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Never Again

Capo:
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Oh, who will remember, oh, who will be sure
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And still feel the silence as close as before?
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And was there a season without any rain?
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Ah, never, oh, never, oh, never again
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The time for dividing and no one will speak
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Of the sadness of hiding and the softness of sleep
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Oh, will there prove nothing of peace till the end?
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Oh, never, oh, never, oh, never again
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Old man, how you tarry, old man, how you weep
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The trinkets you carry and the garlands you keep
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For the salt tears of lovers and the whispers of friends
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Oh, never, oh, never, oh, never again

Georgie On A Spree

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Me mammy told me, Isabelle, now don't stay out too late
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One day they'll throw you out of school so get yourself a steady date
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But Georgie meets me every night, we go out and we have a bite
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Eyes of blue, and money too, he's rattling the garden gate
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And I can hardly wait
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When Georgie's on a spree all the girls are jealous of me
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Cause I'm the one he spends his money on, we spend it, one two three
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Driving in his Chevrolet I'm perfect company
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He's the king and I'm his queen when Georgie's on a spree We don't see bad company, we mix it with the best Rubbing shoulders with the rich and no time for the rest When I see something that I need my Georgie buys the street for me And when we're tired of the Ritz he's got a little nest Where I put him to the test When Georgie's on a spree all the girls are jealous of me Cause I'm the one he spends his money on, we spend it, one two three Driving in his Chevrolet I'm perfect company He's the king and I'm his queen when Georgie's on a spree One day Georgie hung his head and sadly he did say Little girl, I'm leaving you, I have to go away But I'll be back in a week or two and I'll be thinking just of you Sit beside your telephone until that lucky day When I come home to stay When Georgie's on a spree all the girls are jealous of me Cause I'm the one he spends his money on, we spend it, one two three Driving in his Chevrolet I'm perfect company He's the king and I'm his queen when Georgie's on a spree He's the king and I'm his queen when Georgie's on a spree

Old Man Inside A Young Man

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I was walking down the street when I met with Billy
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He shook his head at me and then shook my hand
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He said, "I've seen the world, I've done some living
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I don't believe in giving, you've got to take it while you can"
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I'm an old man inside a young man
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You've got to take it while you can
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I'm just an old man inside a young man
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Take a heart and break it while you can He said, "I'm sick of whores, madames and misses The only kiss for me, is the kiss of a knife There's no one thing on earth that I'm not through with What can I do with the rest of my life?" I'm an old man inside a young man You've got to take it while you can I'm just an old man inside a young man Take a heart and break it while you can
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Billy turned and he walked away, he said, I must be going There's just no knowing who follows me around They see my fancy clothes and they want to shoot me I'd rather be dead on my feet than dead down in the ground I'm an old man inside a young man You've got to take it while you can I'm just an old man inside a young man Take a heart and break it while you can

The Sun Never Shines On The Poor

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The urchins are writhing around in the mud
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Like eels playing tag in a barrel
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The old Sally Army sounds mournful and sweet
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As they play an old Christmasy carol The world is as dark as a black night in hell What kind of place can this be? Old people like hermit crabs run into doorways Fearing to say, "Do you feel as downtrodden as me?"
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Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling
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The devil leans on your bell
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The future looks black as before
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And the sun never shines
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The sun never shines on the poor
Instrumental chorus
The rich man he dreams of his gold and his plate And his house and his car and his women The poor man he dreams of his one room estate And his wage packet short by one shilling The last penny falls through a hole in your jeans Now ain't that the way when you're down? Just walking in circles for the rest of your life And feeling so low that your chin scrapes along on the ground Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling... Now, some of the people are poor in the purse They don't have the cash at the ready And some of the people, they're crippled and lame They can never stand up true and steady And some of the people are poor in the head Like the simpleton fools that you see But most of the people are poor in the heart That's the worst kind of poor It's the worst kind of poor you can be Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling...

A Heart Needs A Home

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
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[Show chord shapes]
D(#11) xx0234 E7 222434
Gm6/bb x1203x E9 222432
A7sus4 x02030 Em7/bb x12030
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I know the way that I feel about you
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I'm never gonna run away
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I'm never gonna run away I never knew the way when I lived without you I'm never gonna run away I'm never gonna run away
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I came to you when no one could hear me
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I'm sick and weary of being alone
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Empty streets and hungry faces
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The world's no place when you're on your own
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A heart needs a home
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| Some people say that I should forget you I'm never gonna be a fool I'm never gonna be a fool A better life, they say, if I'd never met you I'm never gonna be a fool I'm never gonna be a fool Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers Indian-givers, hearts of stone Paper ships and painted faces The world's no place when you're on your own A heart needs a home
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A7sus4

Mole In A Hole

<Mike Waterson>
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Like the flowers, like the bees
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Like the woodlands and the trees
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I like the Byrds on their LP's and I'm a refugee
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I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow
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I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky
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I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow
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I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky
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I had a friend who had a friend in Jesus
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He used to read the good book every day
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But my friend got so friendly with friend Jesus
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Friend Jesus took my only friend away I wanna be a mole in a hole...
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Well, my feet are smelly and my hair's a mess
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My teeth are yellow and I've got bad breath
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I may look great, but I feel like death and I'm a refugee I wanna be a mole in a hole...
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My friend he was as wise as Mister Wise Owl
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He could count from one to ten, from A to Z
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My friend, he was so wise, he got religion
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That's why I'm alive today and he is dead I wanna be a mole in a hole...