Into The Purple Valley

(jesse stone)
(a) - (d) - (e) capo on 1

(a) well, the landlord rang my frontdoor bell
(e) i let it rang for a long, long spell
(d) went to the window, peeped through the blind
(e) asked him to tell me what was on his mind
He said, (a) "money honey, (d) money honey, (a) money honey
(e) if you wanna stay here with (a) me"

I was clean and screened and so hard pressed
I called the woman that i loved the best
Finally found my baby 'bout a quarter to three
She said, "i'd like to know what you want with me"
And i said, "money honey, money honey, money honey
If you wanna get along with me"

Well, she screamed and said
"what's wrong with you, from this day forth
Our romance is through"
I said, "tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place ?"
She said, ""money honey, money honey, money honey
If you wanna get along with me"

I've learned a lesson and now i know
Sun may shine, wind may blow
Women may come and women may go
But before i tell 'em that i love 'em so
I want "money honey, money honey, money honey
If you wanna get along with me"

(washington phillips)
(g) - (c) - (d)

(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, the denominations have the right to fight
They ought go on and treat each other right
And that's all, i tell you that's all
'cause you better have jesus
I tell you that's all

It's right to stand together, wrong to stand apart
When none will enter heaven but the pure at heart
And that's all, i'll tell you that's all
'cause you better have jesus
I'll tell you that's all

Well, the primitive baptists they believe
That you can't go to heaven 'less you wash your feet
And that's all, i'll tell you that's all
'cause you better have jesus
I tell you that's all

Well, the african methodists, they believe the same
'cause they know demonination ain't a thing but a name
And that's all, i'll tell you that's all
'cause you better have jesus
I tell you that's all

Well, people that jump from church to church
You can bet their conversion don't amount too much
And that's all, i'll tell you that's all
'cause you better have jesus
I tell you that's all

Well, you can to your college, you can go to your school
But if you ain't got jesus, you'se (you are) an educated fool
And that's all, i'll tell you that's all
'cause you better have jesus
I tell you that's all

(traditional, arranged by ry cooder)
(g) - (d)

(g) i'll sing you a true song of (d) billy the (g) kid
I'll (d) sing the record of (g) deeds that he did
Way out in new mexico a long time (d) ago
When a (g) man's only friend was his (d) own forty- (g) four

Now when billy the kid was a very young lad
In old silver city he went to the bad
Way out west with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man

Fair mexican maidens play guitars and sing
Songs about billy their boy bandit king
Before this young manhood reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty one men

It was on one black night that poor billy died
He said to his friends, "i'm not satisfied
There's twenty one men that i've put bullets through
And sheriff pat garrett's gonna make twenty-two"

Well, this is how billy the kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by pat garrett, silver city's best friend
The poor outlaw's life have reached its sad end

(huddie ledbetter)
(d) - (a) - (c) - (e)

(d) on a monday, i was ar (a) rested
On a tuesday, i was locked up in (d) jail
On a wednesday, my trial was at (a) tested
On a thursday, nobody would go my (d) bail
(d) al (c) most (a) done, i'm almost (e) done, (d) al (c) most (a) done
And i ain't gonna bring them yellow women no (d) pail

Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder
Take these chains, these chains from around my legs
Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me
But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead

Yes, i'm almost done, almost done, almost done
And i ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail

On friday, my baby went a-walking
On a saturday, she locked me outa the door
On a sunday, we were sitting down a-talking
On a monday, she pawned all of my clothes

(agnes cunningham)
(c) - (f) - (g)

(c) how can you keep on moving un (f) less you migrate (c) too
They tell ya to keep on moving but (g) migrate, you must not do
The (c) only reason for moving and the (f) reason why i (c) roam
To move to a new lo (g) cation and find myself a (c) home

I can't go back to the homestead, the shack no longer stands
They said i was uneeded, had no claim to the land
They said, "come on, get moving, it's the only thing for you"
But how can you keep moving unless you migrate too

Now if you pitch your little tent along the broad highway
The board of sanitation says, "sorry, you can't stay"
Come on, come on, get moving it's their everlasting cry
Can't stay, can't go back, can't migrate, so where the hell am i

How can you keep on moving unless you migrate too
They tell ya to keep on moving but migrate, you must not do
The only reason for moving and the reason why i roam
To move to a new location and find myself a home

(traditional, adapted by ry cooder)
(d) - (a) - (e)

(a) we worked through spring and winter, through (d) summer and through (a) fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us all
It (a) worked on nights and sundays, it (d) worked each holiday
(e) settled down among us and it never went (a) away

The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see i know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all

(a) the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until (e) fall
Then they (a) take him by the hand
And they (d) lead him from his land
And the (e) merchant is the man who gets it (a) all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until fall
With the interest rates so high
It's a wonder he don't die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all

Well, the banker says he's broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And they'd know that it's the farmer that feeds them all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, it's a sin
'cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all