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Fact'ry Jack `The Rumjacks`

Pearls of wisdom from a sparkly eyed old barfly Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery Luggin' them bottles and cans 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs And Jackies two good hands So they killed

Green Ginger Wine `The Rumjacks`

will I'll cart me arse doon Surry Hills and call her out this evenin' Go on, go well, ye're no catch o' mine Yer clothes in rags, ye reek o' fags and old green ginger wine My sisters aye a leezie into the

hardwood jack `bird.`

I just want to tell my story What I’ve lost, I should’ve buried The fact that it’s my fault I swear I tried it all To tell you I was wrong The fact that I just don’t Don’t wanna rub my wounds with I just

Tombstone Blues (Alternate Take) `Bob Dylan`

hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama`s in the fact`ry She ain`t got no shoes Daddy`s in the alley

F.D.R. In Trinidad `Ry Cooder`

(C) When Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard His visit to their (Am) island

Denomination Blues `Ry Cooder`

(G) I wanna tell you people it's a nat'ral fact Ev'ry man don't understand 'bout the life And that's (C) all, I tell you that's (G) all 'Cause you better have (D) Jesus I tell you that's (G) all Well,

It's Just Work For Me `Ry Cooder`

Pull up by the schoolhouse and Jack down my dozer load. What I'd see? Dirt roads, beat up shacks, Stretched out as far as I can see.

I Hate Myself For Loving You `Joan Jett`

Midnight gettin\' uptight Where are you You said you\'d meet me now it\'s quarter to two I know I\'m hangin\' but I\'m still wantin\' you Hey Jack It\'s a fact they\'re talkin\' in town I turn my

Jumpin' Jack Flash `Aretha Franklin`

I was born in a crossfire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas But it's all right I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!

Jumping Jack Flash `The Rolling Stones`

I was born in a crossfire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas But it's all right I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! Gas! Gas!

Jumpin' Jack Flash `The Rolling Stones`

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain But it′s all right now, in fact, it′s a gas! But it′s all right now, I′m Jumpin′ Jack Flash It′s a gas! Gas! Gas!

Cat And Mouse `Ry Cooder`

snow was falling down I didn't know what I was gonna do When I heard a tiny voice out there in the dark Saying, Brother, can I come in there with you?

Jumpin' Jack Flash `Rolling Stones`

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I Smell Trouble `The Rumjacks`

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble, come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor

One Summers Day `The Rumjacks`

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call 'Cock a doodled Andy' Drank a pint o' 'truth be told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control

An Irish Pub Song `The Rumjacks`

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage

Big Man Down `The Rumjacks`

They in their black battalion go Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill Through the wind and the blistering snow Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes The twist of a grin,

Spit In The Street `The Rumjacks`

Crackles in the blisterin' heat Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers And the men all spit in the street Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes I paid a hard earned dollar for

400 Miles Away `The Rumjacks`

I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days Where the sun rises through the pollution and sets her walls ablaze Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain It's

A Fistful O' Roses `The Rumjacks`

o This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits Screamin', Hoo rah Hurry the fuck t'blazes A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels Like a fistful o' half dead roses

The Black Matilda `The Rumjacks`

By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day A beguiling figure she blew my way and rattled me rovin' heart The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone That I

The Terrible Sea `The Rumjacks`

The wind howls mournful and low o'er the hole in his heart Left a note for his Mother to say he'd be joinin' his Da' He said The Devils all pissed 'cause I danced with his daughter I were born to be hung

The Pot & Kettle `The Rumjacks`

An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn'

The Leaky Tub `The Rumjacks`

icy cold And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold They'll spare condition, sex nor age And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue

The Jolly Executioner `The Rumjacks`

It said his blade weighed half a tonne O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone With a whistle and thump yer dash were done And the axe cared not for who you were He kept a cell below the tower Where he signed

Kathleen `The Rumjacks`

A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles

McAlpines Fusiliers `The Rumjacks`

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints

Blows & Unkind Words `The Rumjacks`

Devil his work is complete We'll sing 'share the love' but we can't share the streets It's the kick in the arse it's the kiss on the cheek It's the blows and unkind words My conscience rings like a siller

Murder Shanty `The Rumjacks`

Relax, geez its only a tale of the passing of the seasons and the cycle of life if Nick Cave had written it youd be jerking off by now Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above

Patron Saint O' Thieves `The Rumjacks`

A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin