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Jerry Jeff Walker - "The Ballad Of The Hulk"
Lyrics to The Ballad Of The Hulk : The cycle of life is here To see in all of its fine simplicity But the way we live it seems to be, Something very weird to me And I cry out For pettiness like ladys chatter Seems to complicate the matter I grit my teeth as my senses chatter For nothing gets me much madder As I leap out For big or little, great or small, It really doesnt matter at all The way we shuffle our feet and hem and haw, Cause everybodys afraid theyll fall Or else be left out But whats right for me or strange to you Shouldnt make a damn on what you do Cause whether or not you make it through, I thought that you already knew That Ill keep you going And the World War III and the World Series Will make the same size headlines in the news From all Ive seen of politics, Its just a greasy big money stick Thats geared to run on tongues So slick to make you think this is all there is Boy youre lucky (Youre stuck with Humphrey) How they con the little middle man Into thinkin he has got a hand To play in the future of the Promised Land, he owes himself to the destiny of man Gets ridiculous A cheap gangster hires someone To do his dirty work with a tommy gun While the President just points at anyone And says "I, your country needs some killing done Go do it now boy" The war itself is bad enough, It can break you down no matter how tough But the tragedy of all the hoopla stuff, It makes you think you cant do enough For the shiny symbols And the other countries feel the same as we And regret that I have but one country to give for my life The preacher stands in his holy shroud sayin "God forgives you if you do it now" But if you come back when the chips are down, Youll find theyve all gone underground To pray for you A homosexual, disturbed priest feels that he can preach to me The right way to go and raise a family And Im forced to look at him and say "you mean Youre guessin" The population is getting higher, The poverty poor, the pregnant tired Are waiting on the Pope to be inspired For some new contraceptive attire Saying "Its cool now" Its a ghost behind a one-way mirror Listening tip-toed at the door to hear If someone outside wont speak the year Then theyll slip a note out how they feel About pierced ear-lobes But the rules made now For the changing cows Are a little late And will be out of date by tomorrow Her mother placed on virginity Saying it was the holy place to be For the things boys had were evilry When it came time for matrimony She froze and died there Her sister at fourteen very well known thought all the kicks came lying there prone But a fundamental fact not spoken at home left her feeling like a chewed on bone And why she wondered One chick who dug moving about, very liberal minded and often spoke out How she was cool and understood no doubt with the blankets up and the lights turned out And youre condescending A couple together for five or six years, A marriage license theyd never been near But social pressure and loss of job fear Got them married and divorced in half a year They couldnt cut it Its all talked about But still its lived around And what is right for me Could be perversity in any state law book Im told a minstrel at one time w As allowed to sing and make his rhymes To comment on the news of the times And say directly whats in peoples minds And he made tips for it But today try playing on some street curb, Singin the news in everyday words The people pass by, the laughin is heard Or else they hit you where it hurts They keep their ears closed One man said "Boy, I dig your stuff, I want you to come play in my club Ill put your name in lights up above, But just remember I got a club to run So dont be too strong" It aint your writers who sell out, Its the damn censors who turn about My life learned adjectives and vowels And say that my mouth is much too foul To clearly speak to you But try to hit a nail and if the hammer fails Then the words you use to describe That bruise is basic language I hoboed around and sang the songs That everybody knew and hummed along To amuse myself I wrote some songs, talkin About things that could be right or wrong And Im a little different A record company you know well wanted to know if my song would sell I said, "Yes, I like it very well, If you dont sir, you can go to help" Somebody else change So I kept playin and bummin around, singin To the ones who dug my sound Some guys ask "Wont you play my town", I ask fair bread they put me down Their Caddies mortgaged Tried one deal, like "its you and me", This guy said he could be of some use to me But when I found hes puttin screws to me, I tipped my hat and made it back to the street Singin new folk songs If theres time enough, The hill aint too rough What I wrote today, I might someday play, And make tips for it [ The Ballad Of The Hulk Lyrics ]
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