Harry Gamble

Harry Gamble

 Birmingham, Alabama, USA
BandFolk

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Cover band: 
No

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Cigarettes

Written By: Harry Gamble

On the back shiny part
Of her late model Buick
She's barely supported
But perfectly here

A cursory view
Of her grandmother's garden
That's been in recession
For many a year

Where is my friend
Who works in the garden?
Please call the station
To see if he's there

I have a few things
That are vaguely important
Please have him call me
I'm going nowhere

Chorus
If they put us in jail
Will they let me smoke cigarettes?
Will they give me a chair
That'll suit my behind?
If I get kinda bored
Can I call Bessie Hargrove?
My head needs a cushion
And so does my mind

In the middle of the night
There's a desparate feeling
I'm less than distinguished
I'm barely alive

If I'm still awake at four in the morning
How can I make it
At six thirty five?

Chorus x2 (first time soft, second with gusto)
If they put us in jail
Will they let me smoke cigarettes?
Will they give me a chair
That'll fit my behind?
If I get kinda bored
Can I call Victor Marlow?
My head needs a cushion
And so does my mind

Riverside, Dallas County

Written By: Harry Gamble

I met an old black man
Down by the riverside
He said things ain't going so good

I gave him my side
Of the story and he said
Things ain't going so good

Down here on the riverside
Water's way too high
And the fishing just ain't no good
I was born on the riverside
That's where I'll die
I dont know about you

I was born on the river too
Just a little bit farther down from you
But I don't know where I'll die

You see that bridge down there?
It's the same one they walk across every year
But they don't see me down here

Oh the bridge so high
Oh where I'll die
I don't know about you

Faded scar

Written By: Harry Gamble

Lazy smoking couple
Parked there in the breezeway
Not too far from my lazy automobile

Said there's a crazy smoking couple
And I'm tired here from the workday
And nobody feels like drinking
In this square dance town

Chorus
Hey, hey bring it to my door
Bring me a bottle of whiskey
Like you did here before
Hey, hey bring it to my door

All these lonely people
On the freeway in the traffic
We don't see no self expression
Cause they're way too gone

Then I start to thinking
Bout my haggardly condition
The apparent recognition
Of a faded scar

Chorus

Slightly

Written By: Harry Gamble

There was a ruthless kind of pain
Come on bring your friends along

There was an early kind of nights
Peppered with no call to you
Or me

Aiko Aiko aaahh ow
Jackaomo feel no no today

We can make my usual main
Or a favorite meal of mine...
Or yours

Come on down, I've got time
Baby I got real
Young wine

Lose the part of of all the things
All the things gone wrong
You lose the pain, come on
Come on and bring your nearest friends along
(help me sing a song)

(chorus)

Jacque jacque Jacque-a
Jackamo feel okay
Jackamo ride my bike I know St. Charles
Keep all of my problems at bay

Some people appreciate
The fire of a passionate
Claim to a freedom
We all got one somewhere
Let's clear it a path

(chorus)

Passing time

Written By: Harry Gamble

Lived in the country
Lived in the city too
I lived with rednecks
I lived with blacknecks too
I spent some years
A time ago
In New Orleans
You'd think I'd learned a few things

I've been to Nashville
I've been to Asheville too
I've been to Boston, often
And Paris, France
Don't even know how to dance

Been to Salinas
The one in Ecuador
I loved the music
When I went out to Spain
You'd think I'd learned a few things

I've been to college
Got more degrees
Stood on the floor
Of the New York
Stock exchange
Doggone you'd think I'd learned a few things

Hello-goodbye

Written By: Harry Gamble

If you ever
Plan to leave
Take the title
And the keys
To whatever
I'm driving
Away

Don't wanna go to mississippeee
At all
My number's
already
been called
No nickel, no quarter, no dimes

Won't go to miss kittieeees
Anymore
Or Bob's
Superette
number four
Or cassen
Bawwwns
For some corn

Don't need a vacation
In the hills
Or a box full of pain killing pills

just my pero
A little dinero
I'll be fine