Ixay Dixay the sun is shining Leave the shade to come and play Ixay Dixay you laugh while lying tell the truth and we'll laugh all day Ixay Dixay don't come cryin' leave your troubles far away Ixay Dixay you gotta keep tryin' you may lose once but you can win again Ixay Dixay make some new friends hang around until you can't Ixay Dixay some things must end it doesn't mean that they don't count Ixay Dixay the food is fryin' stay a while and clean your plate Ixay Dixay the body's dyin' but the soul will fly a- Wait, don't fly away the sun will pick you up tomorrow Don't go away throw away your emptiness and sorrow you will be there you will be there Ixay Dixay the rain is falling but the sun is out so we don't care Ixay Dixay life is callin' but we've grown up so we're not scared Ixay Dixay come play neath the bridge with the water rushing by our feet Ixay Dixay watch the town from the ridge See all the people that we can meet Ipse Dixit Just because they say it doesn't mean that it is so Ixay Dixay the parties over it doesn't mean you have to go it doesn't mean you have to go Ixay Dixay you gotta keep movin' do you want your whole life in one place? Ixay Dixay I'm glad I know you but now it's time to go our separate Wait, don't fly away the sun will pick you up tomorrow Don't go away throw away your emptiness and sorrow you will be there you will be there

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The man sits alone at the Bourbon street bar nursin' his brew and a Cuban cigar The band plays on to a steady beat and the sound of footsteps on the wet city street Streetlights are shining on the wet cobblestones The smugglers scurry from their dens into their homes The air is filled with the talk of contraband And the night is long so goes the playing of the band The old pool table still sees a game each night But the bartender's done breaking up fights Now the chips are scattered all over the floor There's a smoking gun and an open door The crates at the docks full of Arabian wine And the boss wants em gone before the sun shines The rusty boilers rattle to move the ships along And the boss won't be pleased unless their out before the dawn The rookery fills as the day draws near And the crooks realize their latent fears The boarded up windows won't let in light It's a fitting end to a Sambra Night

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Boys, I had a friend by the name of Jones and his idea sure was wrong. I took old Jones for my personal friend. Don't you see what Jones had done? Now, Jones, he hang around me like a hungry hound, took my woman and he left this town. Now I wonder if anybody in here can tell me if they seen old Jones. Jones, oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long. Jones, oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home Got a four-foot Daniel with me, gonna buy me a Gatling gun, And when I meet you, Jones, you know it ain't no use to run. I got the ambulance down here with me, undertaker too, And here's a student doctor's offerin' me money for you. I going to keep you for myself, I going to kill you dead and bury you, gonna dig you up for fun. I'm gonna stand and watch the buzzard pick the meat off your bones. I going to take my wedded butcher, going chop you through and through. I going to chop you into pieces just big enough for stew. And when I get through, everybody gonna moan, "Jones, oh, Jones." Jones, oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long. Jones, oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home. Yes, I had a little gal by the name of Sue. I took her home with me but the Sue, she wouldn't do. Yes, I had another gal by the name of Minnie. She didn't want one man because she loves a-plenty. Yes, I had another gal by the name of May. I took her home with me but that gal, she wouldn't stay. I got a four-foot Daniel with me, gonna buy me a Gatling gun, And when I meet you, Jones, you know it ain't no use to run, For Jones he told me that he was my personal pal, Until that son-of-a-bum come and stole away my gal. Yes I'm up and down the town, just looking for that bum, And when I meet you, Jones, I'm going to give the buzzard fun. I even take you to my place, and gave you room to stay, But you son-of-a-bum you took my gal and gone away. I got the ambulance down here with me, the undertaker too, And here's a studient doctor's offerin' me money for you. I'm going to keep you for myself, I gonna kill you dead and bury you, gonna dig you up for fun. I'm going to stand and watch the buzzard pick the meat off your bones. I going to take my wedded butcher, gonna chop you through and through. I going to chop you into pieces just big enough for stew, And when I get through, everybody gonna moan, "Jones, oh, Jones."