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Lyrics by Joel Mabus

Thumb Thump
(Fossil 1402)

All songs © 2002 Joel Mabus
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Shake Them Hard Luck Blues
Frankie And Albert
My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
East St. Louis
Brady
What Kind Of Pants Does A Gambler Wear
The Train That Carried My Girl From Town
Big Rock Candy Mountain
Paul And Silas


SHAKE THEM HARD LUCK BLUES
words and music ©2002 Joel Mabus

Let me tell you bout the time 
I had the hard luck blues
Down so low I had nothing to lose
I had to shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues
So I got me a guitar and a microphone
Ten records later the blues were gone
I had to shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues

Shake Ďem high, shake Ďem low
Shake Ďem everywhere you go
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues 
Shake Ďem up and make Ďem shout
Flip Ďem over and shake Ďem out
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues

Tell you bout the time I bought an automobile
Had four good tires and three good wheels
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues
Push in the key, pull out the choke
Step on the gas and go for broke
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues

Shake Ďem once, shake Ďem twice
Shake em like a pair oí dice
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues
Shake Ďem hard and shake Ďem quick
Shake Ďem honey, thatís the trick
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues

Two individuals sittin in the shade
Each one wishin the other was a maid
Heh Ė wouldnít that be nice
Two individuals laying in bed 
One rolled over to the other and said
You gotta shake Ďem, 
You gotta shake Ďem right now!

Shake Ďem low, shake Ďem high
Shake Ďem till you shake Ďem dry
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues
Shake Ďem up and shake Ďem down
Shake Ďem out to the edge of town
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues

Shake Ďem out and shake Ďem in
Shake Ďem till you make Ďem grin
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues
Shake Ďem high, shake Ďem low
Shake Ďem till its time to go
You gotta shake Ďem, 
shake them hard luck blues

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FRANKIE AND ALBERT
Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

When Frankie and Albert got married
Oh lord, how they did love
Whatíd they do? Swore to be true
True as the stars above
Now Albertís gone and he wonít come home

Frankie went down to the barroom
To fill up her little beer can
She said, Mister Bartender, 
Have you seen my loviní man
Albertís gone and he wonít come home

Well, I donít want to cause you no trouble
But I ainít gonna tell you no lie
I saw your man about an hour ago
Makiní time with Nancy Fry
Your Albertís gone and he wonít come home

Frankie went down to the pawnshop
Bought a big Colt 44
Stuck it inside her kimono
And marched up to Miss Nancyís door
ĎCause Albertís gone and he wonít come home

Well, Albert seen her cominí
Out the back door he did scoot
Frankie pulled out that revolver
And went rooty toot toot toot toot
Albertís gone and he wonít come home

Roll me over Frankie
Roll me over slow
Roll me on my left side
ĎCause my right side hurts me so
Albertís gone and he wonít come home

All of them rubber tired hearses
All of them rubber tired hacks
Took old Albert to the graveyard
But they failed to bring him back
Albertís gone and he wonít come home

It was a hot day in the courthouse
They ran the big Ďlectric fan
The judge said, Frankie, Iím letting you go
But donít shoot that gun again
ĎCause Albertís gone and he wonít come home

When Frankie and Albert got married
Oh lord, how they did love
Whatíd they do? Swore to be true
True as the stars above
Now Albertís gone and he wonít come home

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MY BUCKETíS GOT A HOLE IN IT
Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

I went to rush the growler
Down at the corner bar
The man began to holler
Who do you think you are

Your bucketís got a hole in it
Your bucketís got a hole in it
Your bucketís got a hole in it
You canít buy no beer

Yonder stands miss Lucy
How in the world do you know
She got a little beer bucket
With a great big hole

Her bucketís got a hole in it
Her bucketís got a hole in it
Her bucketís got a hole in it
She canít buy no beer

Well, Iím standiní on the corner
With a bucket in my hand
Lookiní for a woman
Wants a thirsty man

My bucketís got a hole in it
My bucketís got a hole in it
My bucketís got a hole in it
Canít buy no beer

My bucketís got a hole buddy
My bucketís got a hole buddy
My bucketís got a hole buddy
Canít buy no beer

I went to rush the growler
Down at the corner bar
The man began to holler
Who do you think you are

My bucketís got a hole in it
My bucketís got a hole in it
My bucketís got a hole in it
Canít buy no beer

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EAST ST LOUIS 
Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

Well I walked all the way from East St Louis town
Well I walked all the way from East St Louis town

And I ainít got a dollar, I ainít got but one thin dime
And I ainít got a dollar, I ainít got but one thin dime

And if I get lucky, Iíll be riding home in style
If I get lucky Iíll be riding home in style

Or I might sleep tonight down by the riverside
Gonna lay my head down by the riverside

Let that big Mississippi sing my lullaby
Let that old river water sing my lullaby

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BRADY

Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

Down in St Louis at Twelfth and Carr
Big Bill Duncan was tendiní bar
In Come Brady with a star on his chest
Duncan shot Brady and you know the rest

Brady, why didnít you run
Brady, done dead and gone
Brady, why didnít you run
When Duncan pulled out that Gatling gun

Brady, Brady, you sure done wrong
To bust in the room when the game was on
You shouldnít been knocking on Duncanís door
Now youíre layiní dead on the grocery floor

Brady, why didnít you run
Brady, done dead and gone
Brady, why didnít you run
When Duncan pulled out that Gatling gun

Well, Brady went to hell lookiní mighty furious
The devil says, ďwhere you from?Ē ďEast St. LouisĒ
Well then take off your coat and enjoy your stay
For weíve been expecting you every day

Brady, why didnít you run
Brady, done dead and gone
Brady, why didnít you run
When Duncan pulled out that Gatling gun

When the womenfolk heard that Brady was dead
They went upstairs and dressed in red
Down in St Louis theyíre singiní this song
Bradyís in hell with his Stetson on.

Brady, why didnít you run
Brady, done dead and gone
Brady, why didnít you run
When Duncan pulled out that Gatling gun

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WHAT KIND OF PANTS DOES A GAMBLER WEAR?

Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

What kind of pants does a gambler wear, honey
What kind of pants does a gambler wear, babe
What kind of pants does a gambler wear, 
Big olí striped yaller pair
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

How many bisquits does he eat, honey
How many bisquits does he eat, babe
How many bisquits does he eat
Forty five and a pound of meat
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

Whatcha gonna do when the meat gives out, honey
Whatcha gonna do when the meat gives out, babe
Whatcha gonna do when the meat gives out
Sit in the door with your mouth in a pout
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

You take a line and Iíll take a pole, honey
You take a line and Iíll take a pole, babe
You take a line and Iíll take a pole
Weíll head down to the crawdad hole
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

Whatcha gonna do when the hole goes dry, honey
Whatcha gonna do when the hole goes dry, babe
Whatcha gonna do when the hole goes dry
Sit on the bank and cry, cry cry
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

Ainít no need to be crying so hard, honey
Ainít no need to be crying so hard, babe
Ainít no need to be crying so hard
I got the key to the poultry yard
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

I got an old hen sittin in the chimney jam, honey
I got an old hen sittin in the chimney jam, babe
I got an old hen sittin in the chimney jam
If that ainít a hot place Iíll be damned
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.

What kind of pants does a gambler wear, honey
What kind of pants does a gambler wear, babe
What kind of pants does a gambler wear, 
Big olí striped yaller pair
Honey, Honey, Honey, Sugar Babe.


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Train that Carried My Girl From Town
Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

Where was you when the train left town
Standiní on the corner with my head hung down
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

Rashers on the table, coffee getting cold
Some fast talking gambler come and stole my jelly roll
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

There goes my girl, somebody bring her back
Sheís got her fingers in my money sack
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

I wish to the lord that that train would wreck
I wish the engineer would break the firemanís neck
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

Ashes to ashes and its dust to dust 
Ainít no good lookiní woman that a man can trust
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

Standing at the station with my hat in my hand
Thinking Ďbout that woman with a gambling man
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

Where was you when the train left town
Standin on the corner with my head hung down
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town
I said I hate, I hate
I hate that train that carried my girl from town

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BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN
Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

[spoken]
Man comes in this life naked and bare
He walks through this world with troubles and care
When he departs, we donít know where
But heíll be alright there if he does right here

Thereís a big rock candy mountain in a land thatís fair and bright
The handouts grow on bushes and you can sleep out every night
The boxcars all run empty and the railroad bulls are blind
Oh, Iím bound to go where there ainít no snow
Where the rain donít fall and the wind donít blow
Up the big rock candy mountain

Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees, 
And the soda water fountains
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
Up the big rock candy mountain

Up the big rock candy mountain, the cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth, & the hens lay hard boiled eggs
There ainít no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks
Iím bound away where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
Up the big rock candy mountain

Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees, 
And the soda water fountains
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
Up the big rock candy mountain

Up the big rock candy mountain, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol, come trickling down the rocks
They hay is dry and fluffy, and the barn doors have no locks
Thereís a great big lake of Irish stew
You can paddle all around in a big canoe
Up the big rock candy mountain

Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees, 
And the soda water fountains
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
Up the big rock candy mountain



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PAUL AND SILAS
Traditional, arranged by Joel Mabus

Paul and Silas bound in jail ----- all night long
Paul and Silas bound in jail ----- all night long
Paul and Silas bound in jail ----- all night long
Crying who shall deliver for me

Paul and Silas shout and prayed ----- etc

They cried glory glory halleloo ----

Paul and Silas bound in jail ----- 

The lightning flashed and the thunder roared ----

Paul and Silas bound in jail ----- 

The old jail house began to rock -----

The jailer cried what must I do -----

Paul and Silas bound in jail ----- 

Crying glory glory hallelloo -----

Paul and Silas bound in jail ---

 

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©  2002 Joel Mabus
Last revised: January 24, 2015 .