2014 - Party Til I Die

by Bob Who and The Little Criminals

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Hey Ma 03:20
Hey Ma (based on the timbre of Bob Dylan’s “It’s alright, Ma, 1965) 01/25/07 - NMB Hey Ma What you heard Where you gonna find All the pretty words To tell me Hey Dad What you had To do to become The things you said you’d Never be I’m not a child Of the left or right I’m not a foe Or friend to fight I’m just me I’m not the one That did you right or wrong I’m not here To sing your song Of misery Hey Joe Where did you go And now that youre’ back Can you make any sense Out of what you know Hey Girl What’s your scene Do you know what it means To live all you dreams And destroy the world I’m not the one who says Stop or go I’m not the one to tell you Yes or no I’m just free I’m not the one to pay For all your sins If your god is dead Then when you join him You will see All the little boys And all their little toys Lined up in rows But nobody knows Which ones are WMD’s So, hey Ma Have you heard There are no words For you or anyone to Comfort me Hey Dad You know that I’ve had it With all the lies and bullshit That have been Fed to me I’m not a child Of the left or right I’m not a foe Or friend to fight I’m just me I’m not the one That did you right or wrong I’m not here To sing your song Of misery I’m not the one who says Stop or go I’m not the one to tell you Yes or no I’m just free I’m not the one to pay For all your sins If your god is dead Then when you join him You will see All the little boys And all their little toys Does anyone wanna try And stop all the NOISE verse: E7 G C D E7 E7.63-E7-31-E7 chorus: G D AM7 C E7 E7.63-E7-31-E7 copyright 2007 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Okay Again 03:27
Okay Again (#322) 09/03/13 - FtLd Johnny’s in the factory Pulling on the chain Mollie’s in the basement Doing everything again And Willie’s on the sidewalk Hitting on another toke While Suzie’s down on Dorsey Trying to find another Joe And it’s the same old It’s the same old game With the clowns running round Making rules up in the rain But don’t you ever let them tell you That it’s always just been this way And everything will be okay Okay again And Chester’s on the second floor Tearing up his check Seems it always gets too hot out When he wears his rubber neck And the Jones’ are all jonesing For another horse to ride They ain’t seen a good one in a while It’s a wonder that they ain’t all died Cause it’s the same old It’s the same old game With the clowns running round Making rules up in the rain But don’t you ever let them tell you That it’s always just been this way And everything will be okay Okay again And the policeman says the shooter He was always meant to die But the priest he disagrees As he offers up the man’s last rites And the baker closes shop Another day he’s in the red Wishing he could run away And never bake no more bread But it’s the same old It’s the same old game With the clowns running round Making rules up in the rain But don’t you ever let them tell you That it’s always just been this way And everything will be okay Okay again Okay again verse: 28.49.57 - 47.56.67 45.57.65 - 38.47.56.67 (all 2x) chorus: 45.54.65 - 47.56.67 28.49.57 - 210.39.410 312.49.510 - 210.312.410 Ef2 - 47.56.67 end: 38.47.56.67 (Crazy pick - 4 beat) copyright 2013 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Party Til I Die 02/14/11 - FtLd Hey little sister Why you movin on Have you seen my brother Oh you know it’s been too long I wanna... Party in the daytime Party in the night Party in your daydreams Party til I die Party til I die Hey pretty mamma How you gettin on I been down in the jailhouse I been down too long I say I wanna... Hey father, father How come you’re never wrong I’ve grown to be just like you With a shadow that’s too long That’s why I wanna... Hey Mr. Reaper Can I come along I know you’re comin for me And it won’t be very long So you know I wanna... verse: 34.43.54.64 34.43.54.64 34.43.54.64 34.43.54.64 chorus: 42 - 32.41.52.62 - 34.43.54.64 42 - 32.41.52.62 - 34.43.54.64 42 - 32.41.52.62 - 34.43.54.64 37.46.57.67 - 35.44.55.65 - 34.43.54.64 37.46.57.67 - 39.48.59.69 - 34.43.54.64 end: 39.48.59.69 311.410.511.611 34.43.54.64 copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Mobile Alabama 07/12/10 - NMB Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna wind up on the wrong side of the law Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna beat me shoot me till I am no more Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna tear myself from limb to limb Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna try and find my original sin Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna find what makes a man a slave Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna put that devil in the grave Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna dress up in my finest robes Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna burn up a cross and burn down my soul Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna find out what it means to be free Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna hang me down on Government Street Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna see what Martin left behind Goin down to Mobile Alabama Now hush little puppy, mama’s doin fine Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna burn that cotton to the ground Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna sign my X and lay my babies down Gonna take that whip and beat myself on down Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna hold that ku klux man up to the light Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna put Pandora’s lid back on real tight Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna listen to my long lost babies cry Goin down to Mobile Alabama Gonna lay me down on Davis Ave and die intro: 29.38.49.57 - 36.45.56 31.51 - 32.41.51 slide up to 34 chords: G#m - D# - G#m - C#m - E - D# - G#m inter: 37.46.57 (E) - B6+45 (D#) - G#m copyright 2010 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Raised In The Way Of The Lord 01/17/11 - FtLd I was raised by my poor ma and pa With the good book always by their side They were nothing but cruel With their fists and a rule That if you didn’t work hard you would starve So I suffered their pain And turned off my brain I was raised in the way of the lord And when I had barely turned ten I was taken off to birmingham I was sold on the street To a man who could preach For a week’s worth of hard tack and gin I was used as he said I was even used in his bed I was raised in the way of the lord And when I was just fifteen One day after serving him tea I crept up from behind And shot him in the spine With the pistol he used to whip me Then I lit up his home And burned him to the bone I was raised in the way of the lord I went down tacumseh way Where I bought me a horse and a slave With the money I got From the people I shot And left dead by the road with no grave But first I’d read them some lines From the good book in my mind I was raised in the way of the lord A slave will do as he’s told He will murder for dirt or for gold And with two extra hands I earned more than I dreamed And became rich before I became old But the law was not blind And it knew in good time I’d be raised in the way of the lord In the year 19 hundred and 3 At the corner of savanah and lee I got out of my car With my slave chauffeur To find forty johnny law aiming at me So I drew for my gun But I only shot one I was raised in the way of the lord I was raised in the way of the lord verse 1 and 2: 30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60 (2x) 28.36.47.60 - 28.39.47.60 - 27.37.47.60 30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60 33.42.53.60 - 21.32.40.62 - 32.42.52.60 - 30.40.52.60 33.42.53.60 - 21.32.40.62 30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60 verse 3 and 4: 30.42.60 becomes 30.42.52.60 30.44.60 becomes 30.44.55.60 30.45.60 becomes 30.45.57.60 verse 5 and 6: add in 10 and 20 end: 21.32.40.62 - 42.53.63 - 45.54.65 33.42.53.60 - 21.32.40.62 30.42.60 - 30.44.60 - 30.45.60 (4x) 30.42.60 - 60 beat: 3 by 3 - 6 pick copyright 2011 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Dime In A Bucket (#348) 07/08/14 - FtLd Dime in a bucket Two dollar beer Sweet Jesus How’d I end up here And it’s the labels On all the tables Saying these good girls Are willing and able For a shout out crying To the cavalry You know they come down here Once a week to shoot up everything A hole in my pocket Keys on the floor Not even sure if I can find my way Back to that door And it’s the sirens Way off in the night They’re begging me to go ahead And start one more goddam fight But I ain’t admitting No I ain’t ashamed Cause everyone says That I’m the one to blame.... ho-ho (break) For a shout out crying To the cavalry You know they come down here Once a week to shoot up everything Dime in a bucket Two dollar beers Won’t you please tell me How to get the hell outta here Cause it’s those daydreams That I just can’t seem To drink away to get you outta My long lost memories So I shout out crying To the cavalry Won’t you please come down And shoot up everything intro: 35.46.55 - 60 verse: 47.57.65 - 23.42.53 21.32.61 - 35.46.55 47.57.65 - 23.42.53 21.32.61 - 37.46.57 chorus: 26.37.47 - 25.35.47 32.41.52 - 35.46.55 copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Red Boots 02:28
Red Boots 09/10/13 - FtLd Red Boots She walked right through the door Red Boots Didn’t need to say no more Cause it’s time to call it quits Time to even up the score Red Boots (2x) Red Boots She walked up to the bar Red Boots Everyone just stood and stared There ain’t nothing you can do So just call the coroner Red Boots (2x) Red Boots She put her drink right down Red Boots Then ordered up another round Ain’t nothing gonna touch her She could kill without a sound Red Boots (2x) The black widow got no venom And the assassins they all hide when Red Boot (2x) Red Boots She slowly turned around Red Boots And you da one she found She the jury, judge and trial But at least you go out with a smile Red Boots (4x) verse: 210.39.410 - 39.410.511 37.47.58 - 37.49.57 (all 2x) chorus: 35.43.55 - 34.43.55 32.43.52 - 37.49.57 end: 210.39.410 - 212.313.412 210.39.410 . copyright 2013 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

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Bob Who and The Little Criminals tracks recorded from 2007 through 2017. In addition to final engineering, mixing and mastering, Bob Who (Robert Ben Mitchell) wrote all these songs, and provided vocals and rhythm guitar on all of the tracks. The Little Criminals, an assortment of musicians for hire, provided all other instrumentation.


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