Lyrics From The Album:
      LOUISIANA JUKE-BOX

      DON'T BLAME THE RAIN
      (Moon Martin)

      These days I don't feel any good
      And it seems our hearts
      Are miles and miles apart

      She's got the sun
      I've got the blues
      I don't know why but I know we
      Had a bad scene
      You said things that I
      Swear you don't mean
      Now all the same

      Chorus:

      Don't blame the rain
      Baby when I'm blue
      When I get this way
      Nothin' you can do
      It's gonna take some time
      Baby until then
      Don't, don't, don't blame the rain

      Now I hear, rumors
      Man they get around
      Blown like leaves
      Thru this little town
      You know she's gone
      When she don't respond

      I don't know why
      But I know it's
      Not very smart
      Can't beleive what you
      Did to my heart
      Now all the same
      Don't blame the rain

      Someday I'll face it's over and done
      And my heart's back to square one

      Don't blame the rain
      Baby when I'm down
      Or if I stop
      And make a lonely sound

      It's gonna take some time
      Baby until then
      Don't, don't, don't blame the rain

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      GOOD MORNIN' POLICEMAN
      (Moon Martin)

      Good Mornin' Policeman
      What's the name of this town
      Good mornin' Policeman
      What's the name of this town
      Woke up in your cell
      My head bloody and bound

      A 44 fired, to the floor dominoes flung
      A 44 fired, to the floor dominoes flung
      And there lay Johnny C
      And on me his murder hung

      Better be strong boy
      What the sheriff said
      Better be strong boy
      What the sheriff said
      When you walk 13 steps
      And I pull that noose round your head

      Dig me a hole
      Where the green grass is grown
      Dig me a hole
      Where the green grass is grown
      So them wild desert birds
      Will not pick and and clean my bones

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      GET HOT (OR GO HOME)
      (Moon Martin)

      I tried all nite but she won't budge
      Staighter than a southern judge
      Ooh girl you know what
      It'd nice to break that ice
      Kissing me like a frozen lake
      How long are we gonna wait
      Get hot
      Get hot
      Get hot, Get hot, hot or go home

      On southern nites, you can't beat
      Kissin' girl on a cold white sheet
      Let's go on the road
      Make some tracks
      With a gypsy band
      Bunch of one-eyed Jacks
      Romeo teaching me a brand new stroke
      And I'll have you baby up in smoke
      Get Hot

      Baby I need to steal
      A river of ink to say what I feel
      About my life
      Well it's no big deal
      It's just a ride
      On a roulette wheel
      But what I think it's all about
      Take a breath and let it out
      Get hot

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      DANGEROUS CURVES
      (Moon Martin)

      Gotta take my word
      That woman got dangerous curves
      And some sweet talk
      Lord, make a dead man walk

      Telling you I need luck
      That woman works me up
      Slow down, slow down, too late
      Hit the brake
      She got som danger, dangerous curves

      Danger, dangerous curves
      Danger, dangerous curves
      Remember I told you first
      More troubles than a Gypsy Curse

      Down by the lake
      By the point
      There's an old
      Little road house joint

      Late one night
      In the dark
      Kissd her way
      Into my heart
      Thought I had
      A lethal dose
      I was wrong
      But it was close
      Slow down, slow down, too late
      Hit the brake
      She got some dangerous curves
      Danger, dangerous curves
      Danger, dangerous curves
      You know they told me careful Jack
      You wind up a mid-nite snack
      She, She, She
      Got some, dangerous curves

      Danger, dangerous curves
      Danger, dangerous curves
      My baby like 'em, big and dumb
      Like them fools in Washington

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      TOOK ME TO SCHOOL
      (Moon Martin)

      I heard a rumour in the air
      Maybe a lie, but I don't care
      In a jam I'm in a sweat
      I don't know whats comin' next

      County, Jury
      Well they convicted me
      Sold out, no doubt
      I heard you copped a plea

      Chorus:

      Took me to school
      Took me to school
      You took me to school on this one
      Baby as a rule
      I ain't no fool
      But you're workin' over time

      Now did I run out of luck
      Or was it something you cooked up
      Took me to school
      Took me to school
      Took me to school on this one

      You told em' murder was in my past
      For the record I never done that
      Baby here's my favourite part
      You told them I had no heart

      Set up, fed up
      And when you add it up
      Sold out no doubt
      Victim number one

      (Chorus)

      You think the world's
      One big bash
      I'm here to take
      Out your trash

      Took me to school
      Took me to school
      Took me to school on this one
      Someday I'm gonna be a man
      And drop you where you stand

      (Chorus)

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      PICTURES OF PAIN
      (Moon Martin)

      Build my coffin silver and black
      Six angels in a Cadillac
      Two to sing
      Two to pray
      Two to carry my soul away

      I got pictures of pain
      Runnin' thru my brain
      I got pictures of pain
      Never gonna be the same
      Took a long time to know
      I'm a fool to let you go
      Now I'm lost, in the dark
      Mama way past the half-way mark

      Say yeah
      Yeah yeah
      Pictures
      Pictures
      I got pictures of pain

      Took some drug, man I'm zoned
      Everybody say Johnny you've grown
      Wrap my heart in yellow crime tape
      It ain't no good I can't escape

      (Chorus)

      I got pictures of pain
      Runnin' thru my brain
      I got pictures of pain
      Goin' right down the drain

      Now all of my friends say, gone around the bend And I walk thru the streets, draggin' my feet

      Say yeah
      Yeah yeah
      Pictures
      Pictures
      I got pictures of pain

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      WRONG
      (Moon Martin)

      Oh, it's hard you might say
      Feed a family on my pay
      Taxman take his debt
      There's really, nothing left

      Chorus:

      It's wrong
      Yeah, yeah, yeah so wrong
      Someting's wrong so wrong
      Wrong about it baby

      Big men in Washington
      Wanna keep people dumb
      Oh they swear, things will change
      Then it stays the same

      (Chorus)

      Oh, I love when they say
      You throwin' a life away
      I don't like it one damn bit
      Feelin' my skin don't fit

      (Chorus)

      Oh, I worry sometimes girl
      It's raining around the world
      Got a heart full of guilt
      Too much religion built

      (Chorus)

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      LOUISIANA JUKE-BOX
      (Moon Martin)

      Baby I know a barbeque shack
      Down by the levee the railroad track
      It won't be long, be there soon
      Stand back mama, playin' a tune

      Chorus:

      On that Lousiana juke-box
      Lousiana juke-box
      On the rockin' well it don't stop
      On that Lousiana juke-box
      Gonna party til we drop
      Police are paid off
      Oh Lousiana juke-box

      Well my money's all used up
      Livin' in a flop
      Man I'm gettin' mean
      As a down town cop
      Someday baby I'm gonna make it big
      While we're waitin', might as well dig

      (Chorus)

      On another planet, another time zone
      Play a little music and call it home grown
      But I know better, knock on wood
      All you really need is Johnny B. Good

      (Chorus)

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      ROCKIN' LITTLE HONKY TONK
      (Fontaine Brown / Moon Martin)

      Now when I was a little boy
      Heard a sound really hot
      Came from a swingin' door
      Down by the parkin' lot

      Well I heard a woman laugh
      Then I heard a guitar ring
      Now when I think about fun
      I only think of one thing

      Don't give me no Vegas nite club
      Don't gimme no high tech
      Country got a new way of rockin'
      City folks don't know yet

      When I hear the music
      Stompin like a red-eyed bronc
      I'll be dancin' with my gold-tooth country queen In a rockin' little honky tonk

      Chorus:

      Rockin' Little Honky Tonk
      Rockin' Little Honky Tonk
      I'll be getting my kicks down in the sticks In a rockin' little honky tonk

      Now when I get to heaven
      St Peter gonna call my name
      Up & down them golden streets
      And wonder where I am

      But you know where to find me
      Down by the golden swamp
      I'll be telling every body just what I want

      (Chorus)

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      VOODOO RIVER
      (Moon Martin)

      There's a queen I know
      Named Maria Laveau
      Livin' in a home
      Made of skin and bone

      On bayou teche
      In the tall cane break
      Full Moon she'll be
      Dancin' with a snake

      Took a lock of my hair
      Piece of my nail
      Mixed em' all up
      Boiled em' in a pail

      Now I can't breath
      I don't sleep
      I can't get
      No relief

      My baby took me
      Down a voodoo river
      Break the levee
      Cos' I got to go with her
      Out of my way
      I gotta say
      That strong gris-gris
      Made a mess of me
      Under a spell
      A voodoo hex
      Watch out boy
      You might be next

      Baby I don't know
      But some place I read
      She can change her shape
      Be something else instead

      Where I kissed her skin
      Something in me died
      All summmer I've been cold
      Froze up inside

      God knows my past
      God know my fate
      Pick a number Jack
      Gonna have to wait

      My nerves are shot
      I feel stripped
      I ain't no good
      My back is whipped

      (Chorus)


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