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Scared of America – Volume Three

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

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Scared of America 05:45
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Scared of America 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
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John Wayne 05:04
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John Wayne lyrics Dylan isn’t Dylan and Wayne isn’t Wayne They got where they are by changing their names Jesus was the first Superman we know that of course One got cross, got nailed – the other fell off his horse A white boy’s on stage singing black boys Blues He’s the bridge on the page making black music cool Songs of the black slaves, hollering in the fields Laid down in unmarked graves, never got million dollar deals John Wayne, John Wayne defender of the west All the way from Jeddah to Key West You’re still giving your ‘Man of peace’ talk While walking that legendary John Wayne walk You’re too long in the saddle You’re too long in the tooth Been through too many battles Listening to those Hollywood truths A conspiracy in J.R.’s home town Brought the hopes of the western world down You could have asked him not to paint the town red Coz you had to get rid of all those bugs in his and hers bed Dylan denying he’s made a profit/prophet Everyone’s telling him to ‘stop it’ If you buy souls then that’s the price Your veins must be flowing with pure ice John Wayne, John Wayne why don’t you dance And break free of that soldiers stance You look so square you look so stiff Just turn your head and face the rift I e-mailed the Lord but it got leaked On a rocking boat up on Cripple Creek There’s a burning bush over there Out in the woods running bear John Wayne, John Wayne count the notches on your gun How many of them were your sons You show your strength and your power As you tread on the trembling flowers John Wayne, John Wayne no twin you stand alone All that grey meat’s shaking on your bones Buddy is gone can’t spare you a dime His plane went down before its time John Wayne, John Wayne better cover your head The Marlboro Man’s shooting sticks of lead He ain’t no Mason he ain’t no bride John Wayne do you have God on your side?
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Marilyn Monroe - Endless Night 08:10
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Marilyn Monroe’s Endless Night lyrics Like a well written mystery Played out on the stage of history All the actors played their part From the 1st scene to the last The world saw the opening scene The plot was cruel, the plot was mean ‘Happy Birthday Mr. President, you fill me with glee How I wish you felt the same about me’! The same about me’! Wish you felt the same about me’! John, Bobby, Jimmy and Sam Each one an influential man The big four always knocking on your door In the end they didn’t want you no more Love from a stranger A stranger in the night The curtain came down On an endless night The C.I.A. and The Mob one time Were both together partners in crime They wanted Fidel out of the scene He was polluting their American Dream Some say it was a put-up-job By the C.I.A. and The Mob You’ve had a red or two in your bed Is that why they wanted you dead? Sam warned you not to sing Keeping quiet wasn’t your thing Who were those uninvited guests Cleaning up all the mess? There was nothing, nothing you wrote Not in black and white You didn’t leave a note On this endless night Before the end you took a personal call There’s an unfinished portrait hanging on the wall The scene was clean, it was complete The maid furiously washing the sheets They said you went at half past ten Were you alone or surrounded by men? There were bruises on your back Like you’d been beaten and attacked Your stomach was empty, it was clean There were no needles found at the scene Something seemed foul, something was wrong Your secret red diary was gone The deed had been done They turned out your lights They didn’t do it with a gun On this endless night On this endless night On this endless night Well, The big four met grisly deaths Staring down a barrel as they took their last breaths John, Bobby, Jimmy and Sam Were you their Sacrificial Lamb? Their Sacrificial Lamb Were you their Sacrificial Lamb? Judy’s ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ Played as they lowered the casket of Monroe No-one said Kaddish over her grave, no-one cried Who was really shocked that Marilyn had died? Now the orchestra is quiet, there’s no more song All the leading actors are long gone The stage is dark and without light On this lonely cold endless night The stage is dark and without light On this lonely cold endless night The stage is dark and without light On this lonely cold endless night On this lonely cold endless night
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Robert Johnson - Crossroads Blues 05:14
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Robert Johnson Crossroads Blues lyrics Robert Johnson’s grandson, he sent me a note A letter to me he did wrote Robert Johnson’s grandson, he sent me a note A letter to me he did wrote Said he’d read my words he’d heard our song Said but what we had sung was wrong Said Robert never lied, never stole Said he never ever sold his soul Said Robert never lied, never stole Said he never ever sold his soul Coz it was never his to sell It belonged in heaven not in hell Crossroads Blues, Crossroads Blues In the still of the night, Crossroads Blues Crossroads Blues, Crossroads Blues, Crossroads Blues Sitting on a gravestone In the still of the night Played your guitar alone Till the chords and voice were right They say you went to the crossroads After midnight tolls Did a deal with the devil To him you sold your soul At the crossroads of Highways 49 & 61 Is where they say that the deal was done At the crossroads of Highways 49 & 61 Is where they say that the deal was done Up jumped the devil as dark as night And made you an offer you thought was right Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues Can you hear the wind howl Through these Crossroads Blues Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues Hear the hound dogs howl Through these Crossroads Blues Said Robert was a God fearing man He served the Lord as best he can Said Robert was a God fearing man He served the Lord as best he can Preaching love to the women in town When their husbands weren’t around He had an eye for the ladies Whether wed or not Some say he died of syphilis Some say he got shot Maybe he was poisoned out of revenge No-one guessed in death he’d be a legend Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues Can you hear the wind howl Through these Crossroads Blues
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My Friend Dorothy 05:04
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My Friend Dorothy lyrics Dorothy, her friends and you Caught in a tornado’s corkscrew Watching evil ride a broom Past the window of your bedroom * Dreaming you were far away Not caring what the neighbours might say No longer having to hide Wearing your badge openly with pride * Leaving Kansas City Leaving the farm Leaving Kansas City Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City * Waking up in a strange land Met the Scarecrow, Lion and Tin Man They had to wander, they had to roam To try to find the way back home * Our friend Dorothy and them took the road They were told it was paved with gold It was narrow and straight, the road of others dreams But nothing can ever be as it seems * Going back to Kansas Backwards in time Going back to Kansas Back to Kansas in my mind * And I love you Guess I always have Going back to Kansas Kansas City, Kansas City, Kansas City * Back in Kansas where I belong I have wandered and I have roamed But believe me when I tell you There’s no place like home There’s no place like home There’s no place like home * Oh tell me Mama What does it all mean? Was it just a dream Mama? Just a dream, Just a dream, Just a dream * You showed me the colours of the rainbow You set me free You’re forever in my memory My friend Dorothy My friend Dorothy My friend Dorothy My friend Dorothy
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Where Are You Jimmy Hoffa? 06:29
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Where Are You Jimmy Hoffa? Born on an Indiana night Before the start of World War One He would learn to scrap and fight And grow to feel the power of the gun His father died when he was 7 Worked his life down the mine For sure he went to heaven Unlike Jimmy, he was honest and kind Became the hero of the working class You knew it couldn’t last The Washington Post wrote ‘You snored at the opera’ Yeah, that was big Jimmy Hoffa But where are you Jimmy Hoffa Where did you go? Someone must know They just gotta, they just gotta You growled and laughed at Bobby You put him down You and the mob Didn’t want him around He formed ‘The get Hoffa squad’ And followed you like hound dogs They put you away for fraud As they say, ‘He who lives by the sword’ Tricky Dicky he let you out He didn‘t know what it was all about When he found out it was too late All that water had long flowed under the gate Where’d ya go Jimmy Hoffa? Someone must know They just gotta, they just gotta You wouldn’t bow to the kings of the street You hoped for victory in defeat You knew they didn’t want you around You hoped a fair solution could be found At the Red Fox you waited outside They came and took you for a ride The House Painter he shook his fist The gold crucifix around your neck you kissed Who whacked you Jimmy, was it Sully? Did they do it in the alley? Sully was the mob’s number one hit man For sure it wasn’t the Irishman After the deed had been done They say they put you in a drum And drove you outta state To a New Jersey landfill place But where are you Jimmy Hoffa? Are you in the ground? Someone’s gotta tell, they gotta, they just gotta Where can you be found? They said you were going to sing That you wanted to depose the king That you wanted to be top dog That’s why you had to be stopped Since 75 you’ve been gone You left a wife, a daughter and a son Was it your step-son that drove the car As he chewed on a big fat cigar? They decared you dead in 82 Where you are they haven’t got a clue All those who knew are now long dead Some died by the gun, some died in their bed They killed you for the power And for the glory You have no grave to lay flowers There is no end to this story So where are you Jimmy? Where did you go? Someone must know They just gotta, they just gotta Where are you Jimmy? Where did you go? Someone must know They just gotta, they just gotta Where are you Jimmy?
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On Prostitute Hill 05:12
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On Prostitute Hill lyrics Like Judas Iscariot of old You sell your people out for pieces of gold Some believe that in you they can trust But you’re as truthful as fairy dust You spit on the poor and the sick Passing laws to make your masters rich As you take a piece of the pie Growing fat on corruption and lies You sure eat well and get your fill Up on Prostitute Hill Sitting on K-Street making the deals Big business greases your turning wheels The art of corruption is your game People are ashamed to say your name You’re a criminal in a coat and a tie But in the end, like us all, you’ll die ‘Shovel the money into a sack Don’t care about you, I’m alright jack’ Will it cure all your ills? Up on Prostitute Hill Will it cure all your ills? Up on Prostitute Hill Senators bribed by Big Pharma Watch out for instant karma We hope you’ll fall real hard And tumble down like a pack of cards How much more money do you need To satisfy your never ending greed? The cancer of corruption continues to grow You sold your soul a long time ago America oh America to who do you pray? What drives you on day after day? Will you ever unite and be one? Or always live by the rule of the gun? Or always live by the rule of the gun? Or always live by the rule of the gun? Guns and money both do kill Your hunger can never be fulfilled Where there’s a way, there’s a will Down comes tumbling Jack and Jill They sniffed and swallowed a bitter pill Their innocence sold up on Prostitute Hill The House of ill Repute fills Bursting at the seams with dollar bills They say you can’t buy a thrill There’s plenty to be bought up On Prostitute Hill, on Prostitute Hill, on Prostitute Hill Like Judas Iscariot of old You sell your people out for pieces of gold
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Bob Dylan Our Prodigal Son 04:37
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Bob Dylan – Our Prodigal Son lyrics Robert and Bobby were the best of twins They were in the game till the end to win One sometimes a Christian, the other tangled up as a Jew They both loved Rock, Folk and old time Blues They tried to hide their roots and their past Said they’d joined a circus to get away fast But they couldn’t hide from where they came From up in the midwest iron ore range You might think they’re two, but they’re one Both rolled up as the Prodigal Son After the crash when they’d gotten clean They seemed tranquil and no longer mean They hid from the rat race turning wheel And no longer asked ‘How does it feel’? They wanted you to star in a show You said ‘Not me, no, no, no’ You’d done it all, you’d nothing to prove You didn’t dig that hippy groove Said you were sorry for all that you’d done There wasn’t any need, Prodigal Son The years went by and you stayed away You’d pop up here and there sometimes to play He went over to the Promised Land To give his teen son a helping hand They said you were finished, said you were done You knew you had to keep on keeping on Like the wild rover looking for divine love You said you put all your faith in Him above When that phase was over and was done You returned to us, our Prodigal Son You’ve lived fast and without remorse Driven on by a rumbling force Money came and money it went Can it compensate for your torment? You seen so many friends pass on They were here yesterday, now they’re gone You say ‘We’re only passing through’ Well that’s the Prodigal Son’s point of view I can’t say that you were ever wrong You were far ahead, the Prodigal Son When you’re finally gone, I’ll be sad You were like the father I never had To taught me to just believe my eyes You said this world is a whirlpool of lies When you’re knocking on heaven’s door The lions of Judah will all roar We’ll be sad and lonesome when you’re gone Then you’ll return to your home, our Prodigal Son I’ll remember you when you’re gone And flown up towards the Sun All that remains will be your song I was proud to know you, our Prodigal Son
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Try To Save Someone 05:58
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Try To Save Someone lyrics You might be the richest man in the world Or a superstar adored by boys and girls Might be a Tom working the streets Might be a cop pounding the beat You might be a model on the catwalk Or a politician that knows how to talk Might be a doctor healing the sick You might be smart you might be thick No matter who you are Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone Might be in Africa Might be near your home Why not try to save someone? It might be someone begging on the street A baby without water in the burning heat An orphaned child crying in the dust Or a tramp searching through the bins for a crust Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone You know you can’t take it with you when you go On the grave of the richest man in the cemetery weeds will grow Do good deeds with your time that remains Help loosen the shackles of those in chains Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone You can turn away and pretend you don’t see Those suffering every day in poverty You’re alright Jack you’re living well Forget about them living in their daily hell Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone They say you’re the richest country on earth Who knows what you’re really worth You got wealth and money to burn What does it cost to do a good turn Do a good deed it’ll make you feel good To know that you’ve helped someone like you know you should It’s so easy to take and not to give What means more than to help someone to live Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone You might call me naive with simple ideas But I’ve seen so much suffering through the years Life is precious life is unique Whether strong and rich or poor and weak No matter who you are Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone Might be in Africa Might be near your home Why not try to save someone? Why not try to save someone Why not try to save someone Might be in Africa Might be near your home Why not try to save someone?
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Bobby Can You Spare A Dime? 07:34
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Bobby Can You Spare A Dime lyrics Visions of Johanna in Key West Going down to the party like the rest We’re all going down to count Bobby’s cash All going to his 300 million dollar bash! Bobby can you spare a dime? Bobby can you spare a dime? You got all that money in the bank I ain’t got no gas in my tank Bobby can you spare a dime? Don’t give me that silent dirty stare You said ‘Money doesn’t talk, it swears’! We’re all headed towards our doom Don’t need a gold covered tomb Bobby can you spare a dime? Was it all about the money? Was it all about the cash? Who you invited to your 300 million dollar bash? Will Sarah, Mary or Hazel be the star guest? Is Paradise really to be found at Key West? Bobby can you spare a dime? Bobby, were you having us all on? Was it all one gigantic Con? Some thought you were the rising sun The Clean Cut Kid, Born To Run Bobby can you spare a dime? A.J. said a lot, maybe he was right Remember in the alley you had that fight? You sure did trash him alright Then he disappeared outta sight Bobby can you spare a dime? From the same tribe, are we still brothers? At one time we followed the same Mother Bobby can you spare a dime? Bobby can you spare a dime? No-one compared to you in your prime I ain’t-a-saying you didn’t walk the line At one time you were the sign of the times And I know suck cess is not a crime So Bobby can you spare a dime? We bought your Product and we made you rich You threw us under a train, into the ditch Did you sell your soul to the devil or God, which? You went through hard times but now your rich So Bobby can you spare a dime? At the Bash, the one-eyed-midget shouts ‘Golden Cow’ Come on let me milk you now’! As you take the stage in your chinese suit and you bow As the paying crowd scream, ‘We want you, we want you – sing out now’! You know Paul never preached, never stole He gained our hearts, not our souls It’s easy for you to deny your role At the end of the line, one of us must know Bobby can you spare a dime? Well, your empty purse was full of rhymes Now there’s no room for nickels and dimes Your fancy lawyers they guard you well How will you be remembered, time will tell? The world it still burns And He hasn’t returned Soon you too will be gone So before you too pass on Bobby spare us a dime Bobby spare us a dime You got all that money in the bank And we got no gas in our tank Bobby spare us a dime
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How The Mighty Are Falling! 05:12
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How The Mighty Are Falling lyrics You show your power To the trembling flowers As you scratch one more notch in your gun You’re misunderstood Inside you’re really good But they say that about ev’ryone You say it’s God’s will That it’s kill or be killed As you throw a slab of meat on the grill You don’t wanna talk You walk the John Wayne walk But your stare is fixed upon Boot Hill But you’d better heed the warning It’s the dawning of a New Morning Coz how the mighty are falling You say they hate you That they all wait for you To turn your back or to fall asleep It’s eye for an eye But have yours ever cried Have you ever turned the other cheek? Your guns are bigger Finger’s on the trigger You feel a stranger in your own land But the time has come There’s nowhere left to run To hold an olive branch in your hand For you’d better heed the warning It’s the dawning of a New Morning And how the mighty are falling What is it you need Is it to see men bleed Don’t forget that they breathe and hurt too You can bring peace From the west to the east Treat them like you want them to treat you Choose life and light now Turn your swords into ploughs Don’t let darkness rule as your landlord It’s never too late To change your road of fate The pen is mightier than the sword So you’d better heed the warning It’s the dawning of a New Morning See how the mighty are falling
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Covid -19 - The End of The World 05:41
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Covid-19 – The End of The World? lyrics A poison fog’s covering this land A viral disease we can’t understand From where did it come, oh God damn! A meat market or a lab in Wuhan? It’s spread cannot be controlled It’s culling the sick and the old Hell on earth, a living nightmare One thing for sure, we won’t be saved just by prayers! It might be a revelation To this generation But if you know the book of Saint John It’s a battle that must be won The devil’s work is being done Has the end of the world just begun? Who can save us from our fate? For millions of souls, it’s already too late Forced to die away from their homes With no-one near and all alone There was a flood, there was a plague Who will die this time, who will be saved? When will it end, when will it go? Does the devil or does God know? It might be a revelation To this generation But if you know the book of Saint John It’s a battle that must be won The devil’s work is being done Has the end of the world just begun? Has the end of the world just begun? Has the end of the world just begun? Has the end of the world just begun? Has the end of the world just begun? Will it go as quick as it came? Will it return with a different name? Will it be here forever more? Or will it pass into humankind’s folklore? I hope and long for that day when Our lives will be normal again And having to wear a face mask Will be a thing of the distant past It might be a revelation To this generation But if you know the book of Saint John It’s a battle that must be won The devil’s work is being done Has the end of the world just begun, just begun?

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‘I was inspired by Mr. Dylan (as I always am), and particularly by his latest album Rough & Rowdy Ways album song, ‘Murder Most Foul’ to make an album of songs from the characters that I was aware of when growing up in the 60’s. The album, Scared of America – Volume Three contains songs about the suspected murder of Marilyn Monroe, the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa and about John Wayne (the song is really about America), Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz (who inspired many to wear their badge with pride), Robert Johnson – Crossroads Blues (the song is about the letter that his grandson wrote to me) and, most importantly, Our Prodigal Son which is our new song about Mr. Dylan and his artistic journey through the 60’s to the present and is a song that should be in every Dylan fan’s collection’!

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released October 29, 2021

Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)

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'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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