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Scared of America Volume One

by 'Les Paul's' (The Paul's)

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Scared of America I’m scared of America That Alpha Male I’m scared of America With that sting in it’s tail I stepped on a compass And found myself here On a bus in Vegas An American nightmare I’m scared of America It’s too big for me I’m scared of America Trapped in the ‘Land of The Free’ Corruption on Capitol Hill Discrimination way down south So many are ready to kill You’d better not open your mouth I’m scared of America Moma's got a gun I’m scared of America And so has her son Jesus was American So Hollywood maintains Maybe he was Mexican That sneaked in on the train Follow the American Dream Do the John Wayne walk Gotta have plenty of Greens Coz here money talks, money talks, money talks I’m scared of America I know you couldn’t care less Where would we be without you America, God bless, America Paul Robert Thomas
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Las Vegas Killed Elvis Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis just left the building Las Vegas, Las Vegas, Las Vegas Las Vegas Killed Elvis That’s for sure Las Vegas Killed Elvis I’ll tell you more Las Vegas city of lights Where day time becomes night Where what’s wrong becomes right Where visionaries lose their sight Las Vegas Killed Elvis Las Vegas Killed Elvis The John’s they roll into town And they leave like depressed clowns With empty pockets and souls And their wallets full of holes Some think they’ve got a chance That it’s an even dance But the house is well backed And the odds are well stacked I don’t say ‘don’t go’ Go if you want to see an unbelievable show You know everyone’s hooked on something or other If you knew what your heroes were on you would shudder, shudder Las Vegas Killed Elvis That’s for sure If you knew what your heroes were on ladies and gentlemen, you would shudder Go find out more, go find out more Las Vegas Killed Elvis Las Vegas Killed Elvis Las Vegas Killed Elvis That’s for sure Las Vegas Killed Elvis I’ll tell you more Las Vegas city of lights Where day time becomes night Where what’s wrong becomes right Where visionaries lose their sight Built on the American Dream On plastic grass dyed so green Built as a great desert isle On lust and greed so vile Las Vegas Killed Elvis That’s for sure Las Vegas Killed Elvis I’ll tell you more Las Vegas Killed Elvis That’s for sure Las Vegas Killed Elvis I’ll tell you more Las Vegas Killed Elvis Las Vegas Killed Elvis Built on the American Dream On plastic grass dyed so green Built as a great desert isle On lust and greed so vile Lust and greed so vile Lust and greed so vile Las Vegas Killed Elvis Las Vegas Paul Robert Thomas
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New York City New York City Across the pond Brunettes are blond In New York City The streets ain’t pretty There’s tension in the air Here, there and everywhere In New York City Nothing is pretty In New York City Everyone runs Everyone has a gun In New York City No one has pity You must look tough and strong Coz the weak don’t last long In New York City You don’t show pity In New York City New York City They’ll rob you blind Take you from behind In New York City Life sure is tricky It’s so hard to survive You fight to stay alive It’s so hard to survive You fight to stay alive In New York City You’ve got to play tricky In New York City In New York City In New York City Ugly or pretty Clean or shitty Smooth or gritty Stupid or witty You’ll find it all In New York City You’ll find it all In New York City In New York City Breath in the air Taste the dark despair In New York City The air is shitty Dust on the plastic rose Powder’s left on your nose In New York City Everything’s shitty In New York City At night the streets Pound with hip-hop beats In New York City Sidewalks are sticky Blood and spit congregate Next day all cleaned by eight In New York City Mouth and fingers sticky In New York City New York City Ugly or pretty Clean or shitty Smooth or gritty Stupid or witty You’ll find it all In New York City In New York City New York City You’ll find it all New York City You’ll find it all New York City Paul Robert Thomas
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24/7 - She Rocks (My American Girl) American girl, American baby 24/7 she rocks American girl, 24/7 My baby rocks me all night long She rocks me slow she rocks me strong Sometimes the music stops but she carries on I know what she does can’t be wrong! From early in the morning till late at night My American darling seems so right 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls She rocks from her head right down to her toes! She took this boy and turned him into a man I can’t tell it all but I’m sure you’ll understand The air was hot, the night was still We found our freedom up on top of that hill I’ve never had anyone do the moves you do Oh baby you know that it’s so true The way you move is outta sight What you do feels oh so right! From early in the morning till late at night My American darling she seems so right 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls She rocks from her head right down to her toes! Yes she does, American girl American girl, American girl, New York, Los Angeles 24/7 she rocks Ah she’s an American girl 24/7 she rocks She’s an American girl Okay we’ll dance just one more time All the other boys can wait in line Just tell me that I’m doing good Coz you’re the best in the whole darned neighbourhood But now I am yours and you are mine Your loving sends tingles up and down my spine So rock baby rock till you can’t rock no more Rock baby rock you’re the one I want the one I adore American girl, 24/7 she rocks You’re my American girl, 24/7 she rocks, she rolls Rock-n-rock-n-roll 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls, 24/7 she rolls Come on everybody, rock n roll Here she comes My American girl Here she comes Here she goes baby My baby rocks me all night long She rocks me slow she rocks me strong Sometimes the music stops but she carries on I know what she does can’t be wrong! From early in the morning till late at night My American darling she seems so right 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls She rocks from her head right down to her toes! She took this boy and turned him into a man I can’t tell it all but I’m sure you’ll understand The air was hot, the night was still We found our freedom up on top of that hill On Blueberry Hill, yes we did On Blueberry Hill, on top of that hill Yes we did, American girl, freedom From early in the morning till late at night When the moon appears, till the morning light 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls She rocks from her head right down to her toes! 24/7 she rocks, that American babe 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls She rocks from her head right down to her toes! 24/7 she rocks, my American girl, 24/7 she rolls My American girl, 24/7 she rocks, 24/ she rolls She rocks from her head right down to her toes! 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rolls 24/7 she rocks, she rolls, 24/7 she rocks 24/7 she rocks, she rolls, American girl American girl, 24/7 she rocks, American girl 24/7 she rolls, American girl American girl, 24/7 she rocks, 24/7 she rocks! Paul Robert Thomas
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Whiskey and Stitches Whiskey and stitches Is what I am Whiskey and stitches Keep me together man Whiskey and stitches Burn me up inside Without these whiskey and stitches I would have long ago died They call me ‘a gambler’ As I make the rounds ‘A cheating gambler’ As I go town to town A stacked deck Is from what I deal With a stacked deck I cheat and I steal From Dodge to Sarita Tombstone to Durango In each there’s a senorita Waiting for me to show A blade, a Colt 45 And Jack Daniels is my friend They help me stay alive On them my life depends I go town to town I never feel at home People put me down Like to throw me a bone Got too many scars That can’t be healed Been in too many bars Got a raw deal Whiskey and stitches Burn me up inside Without these whiskey and stitches I would have long ago died Living too long Seen too many sights Gotta stay strong Through these hard days and nights Whiskey and stitches Burn me up inside Without these whiskey and stitches I would have long ago died Will always be alone Maybe it’s God’s will If I die away from home You can bury me on Boot Hill Whiskey and stitches Burn me up inside Without these whiskey and stitches I would have long ago died Paul Robert Thomas
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Hollywood Town Hollywood Town, Hollywood Town, Hollywood Town As I walked the lonely streets at night Dark and empty spaces Passing empty faces Starring vacant eyes frozen in fright The streets aren't paved with gold Like the soul of this town they are cold For there are the homeless Those that pass pretending, really, they couldn't care less Still I wander As I wonder Why am I all alone So far away from home A stranger in this strange town Confused by all the sounds Still I wonder As I wander Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Maybe I should return from where I came Where everyone knows who I am But I can't face that I've been playing a losing game No one likes to lose It's not an option I can choose, no, no Still I wander As I wonder Why I’m all alone So far away from home A stranger in this strange town Confused by all the sounds Still I wonder As I wander Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Still I wander As I wonder Why I am all alone So far away from home A stranger in a strange town Confused by all the sounds Still I wonder As I wander Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Hollywood Town Paul Robert Thomas
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Another Nashville Morning I'm going down to Nashville, Tennessee Was the home of Johnny 'C' and Bobby 'D' I'm gonna make it there, yeah you'll see I'll be the biggest star, yeah little ole me Wand'ring down that old Country lane Face kissed by the warm Tennessee rain Hear that banjo picking through the mist It's so faint it's easy to miss Getting near to my Country pie From the fields see that big skyline rise Sling my guitar over my bare back My feet slide quick over worn tracks To the East dark clouds are forming It's just another Nashville morning Nashville make me a Country star I'll buy a big pink Cadillac car And some cowboy shark-skin boots and shades I know that I can make the grade Visit some of them Country bars Sleep at night under those Southern stars Pitch my tent outside some 'Execs' gates Till the morning Heaven can wait I'm going down to Nashville, Tennessee Was the home of Johnny 'C' and Bobby 'D' I'm gonna make it there, yeah you'll see I'll be the biggest star, yeah little ole me I know I can be a Country star Playing my Takamine country guitar My friends say ‘I’m better than sliced bread’ Their words are still ringing in my head To the East dark clouds are forming It's just another Nashville morning Knocking on those big Country doors From behind each one rejection roars Fat men with fat cigar smiles so fake Say "Can't have a slice of THIS cake!" Nashville's just a cold concrete maze Take me back to my town's smoky haze Can't take no more smilin' assassins Country roads take me home to warm kin To the East dark clouds are forming It's just another Nashville morning Paul Robert Thomas
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Frank 04:44
Frank Frank was raised in Brooklyn From where he learned his skills He moved down to Atlanta Running a factory for pencils He was always on the outside No matter what he said or did For his wealth he couldn’t hide Resentment boiled up under the lid He gave work to the poor No matter what their age Mary she worked on the shop floor For a pittance of a wage She was only thirteen Her family needed her pay She worked on the machines For one dollar twenty a day One day they found her dead In the basement where she worked Jim Conley the janitor said I only found her and I raised the alert Although it all pointed to him Jim was not the one they named The jury knew he’d lied to save his skin It was Frank the Jew that they blamed Though they had very little proof They said that Frank had done the deed The crowds jubilation hit the roof When Frank’s fate was guaranteed They sentenced him to the rope But later changed it to life Frank thought he had some hope But the crowd were sharpening their knives One day the lynch mob came And snatched Frank out of jail They put Frank into chains And drove on the backwoods trial Twenty eight men in the mob A Judge, Governors, Sheriffs and Mayors Frank was the only one that sobbed For Frank no one said prayers On an old oak tree Frank was hung As the mob posed for pictures In the Georgia wind he swung Surrounded by the racist victors They sold postcards of the hanging For twenty five cents in the store And pieces of the shirt he was wearing And bits of the rope but they wanted more Long after Frank had gone And they’d put a lid on their hate They granted Frank a pardon Although it was way too late Leo Frank was killed for being a Jew From Dreyfus to Frank to the six million dead Yes killed for being different than you When will they stop hating and learn to love instead? And learn to love instead? When will they stop hating and learn to love instead? Paul Robert Thomas
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Louisiana Prison Bound Oh Lord, from the day I was born From my Mother’s arms I was torn I knew I was prison bound I knew I was prison bound Prison bound It was just a matter of time I was destined to walk the line In that dark place in this Louisiana town Prison bound, prison bound, prison bound Oh Lord I’m prison bound Prison bound, prison bound, prison bound It’s the darkest place around Oh Lord I’m prison bound Prison bound , prison bound It’s the darkest place around Oh Lord, I tried to do what’s right I tried to follow the light But got lost along The Way But got lost along The Way Lost along The Way Some say it’s really not fair But now I really don’t care What anyone has to say I could never abide by the rules Made by crooks for fools To follow in a cold sweat In a cold sweat Soon I’ll be in chains No-one will know my pain Or hear my broken song of regret My broken song of regret Prison bound, prison bound, prison bound Oh Lord I’m prison bound Prison bound, prison bound, prison bound I’ll be lost and won’t be found The train’s coming down the tracks I’ll be gone and won’t look back Must take it on the chin If I don’t see you again Remember me when The bells chime in the wind I’m sorry for all that I’ve done The battle could not be won Oh Father forgive me my sins Oh Father forgive me my sins I’m prison bound Paul Robert Thomas
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Standing On One Leg Standing on one leg Tryna tell you how it is Standing on one leg Tryna tell you how it is The water's gonna rise Who'd ever thought it would go down like this? It's hard to stay clean When you're crawling through the mud It's hard to stay clean When you're crawling through the mud The sky's falling down Saviours all outta love I could grow to love you But maybe it's too late for that Could grow to love you But maybe it's too late for that You'd better aim straight When you're shooting rats House is on fire Streets are full of dust House is on fire Streets are full of dust The sheriff's pointed badge Is broken and full of rust Go to Dawson City Gonna dig and pan for gold Go to Dawson City Gonna dig and pan for gold Might end up on Boot Hill With more dust than I can hold Jails are overcrowded Can’t stem the tide Jails are overcrowded Can’t stem the tide You’re just a number Better forget about pride "Take it like a man" Is what they said to me "Take it like a man" Is what they said to me I’d rather stay in jail It's cheaper than being free Walking down the road With my fist deep in my mouth Walking down the road With my fist deep in my mouth Was looking to find love All the birds are flying south Standing on one leg Tryna tell you how it is Standing on one leg Tryna tell you how it is The water's gonna rise Who'd ever thought it would go down like this? Paul Robert Thomas

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'Scared of America Volume One' by 'Les Paul's' (The Paul's)

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released March 27, 2018

Music composed & performed by Paul Odiase
Lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas

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'Les Paul's' (The Paul's) London, UK

'Les Paul's' (The Paul's) are a prolific dynamic song writing duo of ex-Londoners, singer songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, composer and actor Paul Odiase and song lyricist Paul Robert Thomas. Check them out at www.facebook.com/LesPaulsThePauls and their new interview at realmusichype.com/interview-with-les-pauls-the-pauls

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