Playlist Jim Croce

jim croce - a good time man like me ain t got no business

I was born to sing a good-time song
You know that nothin' used to bring me down

'Til the day I fell in love with you
And baby that's the day I found...

Chorus:
You had me singin' the blues
Singin' the blues
But a good-time man like me
Ain't got no business singin' the blues

Go on woman get out of here
You know that I don't wanta see your face
'Cause the things you're doin' to this boys mind
Is just an absolute disgrace...

Chorus:
You got him singin' the blues
Singin' the blues
But a good-time man like me
Ain't got no business singin' the blues

Never gonna fall in love again
You know I learned my lesson well
I played the game of love and lost my heart
You can believe me when I tell you that I'm...

Chorus:
That I'm singin' the blues
Singin' the blues
But a good-time man like me
Ain't got no business singin' the blues

Chorus:
You got me singin' the blues
Singin' the blues
But a good-time man like me
Ain't got no business singin' the blues

You had me singin' the blues
Singin' the blues
And a good-time man like me
Ain't got no business singin' the blues

jim croce - a long time ago

Seems like such a long time ago,
I was walking on a lonely road
Getting tired of dreaming alone,
Like all the lonely people I had known

Seems like such a long time ago,
There was no one who would share my song
I was just a boy far from home,
But I became a man when you came along

We spent the whole night talking
You said you'd like to see the sun rise
But in the gold of morning,
Was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes

I was so afraid to touch you,
Thought you were too young, you know
So I just watched you sleeping
Then you woke and said to me,
The night is cold, it frightens me
I could sleep so easy next to you

Wasn't very long ago,
You said that you would like to share my role
Then you started singing my song
Spent so many nights a-waiting,
Lets not spend a moments wasting time,
Because we have very far to go
I will go if you will take me,
I have never had a lover
I am young but I am so alone

We spent the whole night talking
But in the gold of morning

jim croce - big wheel

Chorus:
Big wheel, don't you roll
Big diesel, don't you whine
Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road
Big semi, don't you stop, 'cause if you do I'm not
Gonna make it back to Baltimore with my load

Well, the truckstop's warm and friendly
And the coffee keeps me up
And the waitress there would like to waste my time
But I'll have to pass it by
As it's down the road I fly
Just a racin' with that pocket watch of mine

Chorus

Smoke a-puffin', tires a hummin'
Burnin' up the road
Countin' road signs and the miles to Baltimore
One eye out for weighin' stations
One for radar traps
They can't stop me, 'cause my plans don't call for that

jim croce - box 10

Well out of Southern Illinois come a down home country boy
He gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio
Well he hadn't been there an hour, when he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money and she left him in a cheap hotel
Oh well it's easy for you to see that that country boy is me
Say and how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
Well I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up too

Chorus:
Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
And if you'd only send me some money
I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten

Well back in Southern Illinois they're still worryin' 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's the fare
Because as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar, too

Chorus

jim croce - careful man

I don't gamble, I don't fight
I don't be hangin' in the bars at night
Yeah I used to be a fighter but
Now I am a wiser man

I don't drink much, I don't smoke
I don't be hardly mess around with no dope
Yeah I used to be a problem but
Now I am a careful man

Chorus:
But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"
Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah I used to be a lover but
Now I'm an older man

Chorus

But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"
Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah I used to be a terror but
Now I am a tired man
Yeah I used to be a terror but
Now I am a tired man

jim croce - age

I've been up and down and around and 'round and back again,
I've been so many places I can't remember where or when
And my only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend
Never really was a friend at all

I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less,
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time
I've turned inside out and around about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again

Once I had myself a million, now I've only got a dime,
The diff'rence don't seem quite as bad today
With a nickel or a million, I was searching all the time
For something that I never lost or left behind

I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less,
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time
I've turned inside out and around about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again

And Now I'm in my second circle and I'm headin' for the top,
I've learned a lot of things along the way
I'll be careful while I'm climbin' 'cause it hurts a lot to drop,
When you're down nobody gives a damn anyway

I've traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less,
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time
I've turned inside out and around about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again

jim croce - alabama rain

Lazy days in mid-July
Country Sunday mornin's
Dusty haze on summer highways
Sweet magnolia callin'

Chorus:
But now and then I find myself
Thinkin' of the days
That (when) we were walking in
The Alabama rain

Drive-in movies, Friday nights
Drinkin' beer and laughin'
Somehow things were always right
I just don't know what happened

Chorus

We were only kids
But then I've never heard it said
That kids can't fall in love
And feel the same
I can still remember the first time
I told you "I love you"

On a dusty mid-July
Country summer's evenin's
Weepin' willows sang its lullaby
And shared our secret

Chorus

Walking in the Alabama rain

jim croce - another day another town

My dusty feet have kicked the stones
Between a thousand railroad ties
From Boston down to New Orleans
I left the girls a-cryin'
But I've still got some ramblin' in me
Got some miles left on my shoes
And before I take a job again
I'll have to be low-down
Cryin' the blues
So it's goodbye, baby, the whistle is a-blowin'
If I miss the train I'll have to stay around
But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending
I'll be off to another day in another town

You say you'd like to ramble with me
This ain't no life for a girl
Too many people out to get you in a hobo's world
And it gets mighty cold when you're on the road
'Cause a boxcar never was a home
But you could join me if you want
I'm gettin' mighty tired of bein' alone
So it's goodbye, baby, the whistle is a-blowin'
If we miss the train we'll have to stay around
But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending
We'll be off to another day in another town

But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending
We'll be off to another day in another town
We'll be off to another day in another town

jim croce - bad bad leroy brown

Woah!

Well 'ole south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man name of Leroy Brown

Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand about six foot four
All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover"
All the mens just call him "Sir"

And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wear his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose

He got a custom Continental
He got a Eldorado too
He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris
And oo that girl looked nice

Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'bout a-messin'
With the wife of a jealous man

And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well the two men took to fighting
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

And he's bad (bad) bad (bad) Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Yeah he was badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

jim croce - big fat woman

You big fat woman get your fat leg off of me
You big fat woman get your fat leg off of me
You feel so good
Scare the hell out of me
You got a great big leg
Got a whoppin' thigh
Great big leg
Got a whoppin' thigh
Now oooh
You got a great big leg
Got a whoppin' thigh
And every time you move make my temperature rise
That fine lookin' woman got a great big leg
Fine lookin' woman got a great big leg, Yeah
Big fat woman with a great big leg
Big fat woman got a great big leg
And every time she moves
Moves like a soft boiled egg

So big fat woman get your fat leg off of me
Now you obese woman get your fat leg off of me
You feel so good
Scare the hell out of me

jim croce - charlie green play that slide trombone

I know a fool who blows a horn
He comes from way down South, oh yeah
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
Like when a trombone's to his mouth
He wails and moans, grunts and groans
He can moan just like a cow
And you ain't seen some blowin' since you been born
Cause he won't show them how

Chorus:
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Make it talk
Make it sing
I mean it's my trombone

If Gabriel knew how you could blow
He'd let you lead his band I know
Oh Charlie won't you play that thing
I mean it's my trombone

Chorus

Now you ain't seen such movin' hips
Like when the trombone do his licks
Charlie Green play that thing
I mean it's my trombone
Oh yeah, I mean it's my trombone

jim croce - time in a bottle

If i could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i'd like to do
is to save everyday till eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if i could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
i'd save everyday like a treasure and then
again i would spend them with you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you wanna do
once you find them
i looked around enough to know
that your the one i wanna go thru time with
if i had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty except for the memory of how
they were answered by you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you wanna do
once you find them
i looked around enough to know
that your the one i wanna go thru time with

jim croce - dreamin again

Don't you know I had a dream last night
That you were here with me
Lyin' by my side so soft and warm
And we talked a while
And shared a smile
And then we shared the dawn
But when I woke up
Oh my dream it was gone

Don't you know I had a dream last night
And you were here with me
Lyin' by my side so soft and warm
And you said you'd thought it over
You said you were coming home
But when I woke up
Oh my dream it was gone

I'm not the same
Can you blame me
Is it hard to understand
I can't forget
You can't change me
I am not that kind of man

Don't you know I had a dream last night
And ev'rything was still
And you were by my side so soft and warm
And I dreamed that we were lovers
In the lemon scented rain
But when I woke up
Oh I found that again, I had been
Dreamin', dreamin' again
I had been dreamin', dreamin' again

jim croce - greenback dollar

Some people say I'm a no 'count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a nat'ral born travellin' man
Doin' what I think should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think should

Chorus:
When I was a little baby my mama said, hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
But sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar
I spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Chorus

Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I found that a jug of brandy and a song
Are the only ones who care, poor boy
The only ones who care

Chorus

jim croce - gunga din

You may talk of gin and beer
When you're stationed way out here
An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work for water
An' you'll lick the boots of 'im that's got it
Now in Inja's sunny clime
Where I used to spend my time
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
Of all the black faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din

The uniform he wore
Was nothin' much before
An' rather less than half of that behind
But a piece of twisty rag
An' a goatskin water bag
Was all the field equipment he could find

When a sweatin' troop train lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry By"
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all
He would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done
An' never seemed to know the use of fear
If we charged or broke or cut
You could bet your bloomin' nut
He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear
With his mussick on his back
He would skip to our attack
An' watch us till the bugles made"Retire"
An' for all his dirty hide
He was white, clear white inside
When he went to tend the wounded under fire

It was Din, Din, Din
With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
And when the cartridges ran out
You could hear the front files shout
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
I shan't forget the night
When I fell behind the fight
With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
I was chokin' mad with thirst
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
He lifted up my head
An' he plugged me where I bled
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
It was crawlin' and it stunk
But of all the drinks I've drunk
I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din

He carried me away
To where a dooli lay
An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
He carried me inside
An' just before he died
I hope you like your drink said Gunga Din
So I'll meet him later on
In the place where he as gone
Where it's always double drill and no canteen
He'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damn souls
I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din

It was Din, Din, Din
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
By the livin' God that made you
Your a better man than I am, Gunga Din

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