JIMI HENDRIX
     
 

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"There must be some kinda way outta here."
Said the Joker to the Thief.
"There's too much confusion.
I can't get no relief.
Business men they, a drink my wine.
Plow men dig my herb.
None of them along the line
know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the Thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I we've been through that, and this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late, hey."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too.

Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
And the wind began to howl, hey.


[note : BV=backing vocal chorus]
Hey Joe, (BV=Ooo...)
uh, where you goin' with that gun in your hand? (BV=...ooo)
Hey Joe, (BV=Ooo...)
I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Alright (BV=...ooo)

I'm goin' down to shot my old lady (BV=Ooo...)
you know, I caught her messin' around with another man, yeah (BV=...ooo)
I'm goin' down to shot my old lady (BV=Ooo...)
you know I caught her messin' around with another man, (BV=...ooo...)
Huh, and that ain't too cool (BV=...ooo)

Uh, Hey Joe (BV=Ahh...)
I heard you shot your woman down, you shot her down, now (BV=...ahh)
H-hey Joe (BV=Ahh...)
I said I heard you shot your old lady down, (BV=...ahh...)
you shot her down to the ground,... yeah (BV=...ahh)

Yes I did, I shot her (BV=Ahh...)
You know I caught her messin' round, messin' round town (BV=...ahh)
Uh-yes I did, I shot her (BV=Ahh...)
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town (BV=...ahh)
And I gave her the gun,
I SHOT HER!

Woo
Ah...Hey Joe, alright
Shot her one more time again, baby

(BV=Ooo...ooo)
yeah (BV=He...y Jo...e)
Ah, dig it
Ah (BV=He...y Jo...e)
Ah, ... Ooo, alright (BV=where you gonna go...o?)

Hey Joe, said now (BV=He...y Jo..e)
uh-where you gonna run to now? (BV=wher you gonna go...)
Where you gonna run to? (BV=...o)
Hey Joe, I said (BV=He...y)


Yeah, sing a song, Bro'

If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind,
I don't mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
Let it be,
It ain't me.

Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain't gonna copy you.

Now if, ah, 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Alright, if the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.

Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.

White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.


{cough?}
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky

Purple Haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me

Help me
Help me
Oh, no, no

[faint, spoken lyrics...all questionable]
Hammerin'
Talkin' 'bout heart 'n'...s-soul
I'm talkin' about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening, somethings happening

Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, {click} ahhh,
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, YEAH!

Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Don't know if its day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?

Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Purple haze | Tell me, baby, tell me
I can't go on like this
Purple haze | You're makin' me blow my mind...mama
Purple haze | n-no, nooo
Purple haze | No, its painful, baby


There's a red house over yonder, that's where my baby stays.
Lord there's a red house over yonder, Lord that's where my baby stays.
I ain't been home to see my baby, in ninety-nine and one half days.

Wait a minute something's wrong here, the key won't unlock this door.
Wait a minute something's wrong, Lord have mercy this key won't unlock this door Something's goin' on here.
I have a bad bad feeling that my baby don't live here no more.

Thatís all right I still got my guitar, watch out now

Well, I might as well a go back over yonder, way back up on the hill.
Lord, I might as well go back over yonder, way back yonder cross the hill.
'Cause if my baby don't love me no more, I know her sister will.


Well, I stand up next to a mountain
and I chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain,
chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island,
might even raise just a little sand.
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile,
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile, baby.

I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,
I'll give it right back to you one of these days.
I said I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,
I'll give it right back one of these days.
And if I don't meet you no more in this world
then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one and don't be late, don't be late.
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile, voodoo chile,
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile, hey hey hey.
I'm a voodoo chile, baby.


After all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary

The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
'cause the life that lived is,
is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Uh-will the wind ever remember
the names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
it whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary

 
     

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