- Mama Was Mad
- Chilli-Con-Carne
- Dice Man
- But You’re Beautiful
- Can’t Come In
- Belle Star
- Sam (Maybe He Can Come to Some Arrangement)
- Cross Time Woman

Patrick Little review:
Lyrics
A beat-up Ford on a lonesome trail
Peg-Leg Annie’s gonna scratch out my eye
She in league with the devil but don’t ask me
Why – she took it so bad
Why – I used all that she had
Why – her Mama was mad
Mama was mad – Mama was mad
Stopped at a truck-stop outside New Orleans
Hunched in a corner eating gumbo ‘n beans
In steps Roxy looking a mess
A rip in her blouse and a stain on her dress
Why – she’s been ridin’ the trucks
Why – she says everyone sucks
Why – she ran out of good looks
Out of good looks – out of good looks
But you end up sleazy, peepin’ through keyholes on your bended knee
But you can’t be easy, they’ll bust up your head and steal your keys
I’m running down the road, women on my tail
One of these bitches gonna put me in jail
The sheriff o’ the county wants me held on a rap
I sped through the border with a gal on my lap
Why – you can’t catch me
Why – Down South I will be well
Why – I said everything’s free
No you can’t catch me
Mama was mad – Mama was mad
Mad as a Mother
Mama was mad – Mama was mad
Mad as a Mother
Mama was mad – Mama was mad
Mad as a Mother
Mama was mad – Mama was mad
Mad as a Mother
Chilli-Con-Carne
Some ritzy old place, got some dish on my arm
I’m city and swinging, she’s up from the farm
I’ve tipped up the waiter and the Maitre-de
Oh that’s the guy with the slick got two tails on his coatOo, oo, chilli-con-carne
Ain’t nothing better with red peppers on
Oo, oo, chilli-con-carne
Ain’t nothing better with red peppers on
I’m coming in smooth, man, have I got a line
I’m holding her hand, she’s eating out of mine
And I look in those eyes I’m sure to impress
Gonna Razzle and Dazzle her right outta that dress
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Oh a place in the corner, a candle and mood
Where I can touch her with small talk, some drink, and some food
Well I’m getting suggestive to see if she’s game
When, she drops to her knees and looks at me strange
I say “Listen here honey, what’s eating you?”
She say “Move over toots, it’s me eating you.”
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Mm, mm, one candle and mood
I touch her with small talk, some drink, and some food
Dice Man
Rolled out a number, low and crapped out
The crowd around me are starting to shout
Demanding some blood, a price for my head
I feel I’d be so better off dead
Dice man – understand – I can’t take a gamble with
Christ man – understand – I can’t ever repay
Dice man – understand – I can’t take a gamble with
Christ man – understand – I can’t ever repay YOU
For taking my beans, making honky-tonk Queens
Swarm ’round me like a cowshit pie
Making me loose, drinking Tennessee juice
I’m in your debt so cast your die
Roll me a seven, or make it eleven
Give me a good luck charm
Gimme a break, no eyes of a snake
A gypsy woman magic charm
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)
Roll me a number, roll me them bones
Roll ’em away, the crowd and their groans
Roll me a winner, show me a sign
Roll me a good luck time
(REPEAT CHORUS)
But You’re Beautiful
Oo, but you’re beautiful
Seems a shame – that you’ll never ever love againOo, but you’re beautiful
Thought it seems – already full of broken dreams
Like a baby in the corner
A broken angel once too often
We were only friends but it’s all over
We were only friends but it’s all over
We were only friends but it’s all over
Well it’s all over
Oo, but you’re beautiful
Given time – you’re gonna meet someone to change your mind
Oo, but you’re beautiful
Ah, old in size – but still young enough to wonder why
Where have gone the eyes that shone
A broken angel just because
(REPEAT CHORUS x 2)
It’s all over
Over – over
Can’t Come In
You won’t get in,
‘Less you know the signs
If your face don’t fit, you gotta
Knock, knock, knock 1 2 3 times
Or you don’t get inKnock, knock, knock 1 2 3 times
Or you don’t get in
Can’t get out – you got any money
Don’t get in if you ain’t got any
No you don’t get in
Got the juke box jumpin’
Joint’s hot and loud
Me and my honey bee bumpin’ ah you’ll be sore
Iffen you’re left out
And you don’t get in
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Band comes on
About half past 2
Got the Big Bass Man goin’
Stompin’ the blues
But you can’t get in
(REPEAT CHORUS)
You can’t get in
Ain’tcha got no soul
About 2, 3 hours we bin shoutin’ the blues
‘Bout to lose control
Now you can’t get in
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Belle Star
Belle Star, there you are
Turning my night into day
Cajun Moon, Clair de Lune
Shining on anyway
Over a Bayou Bay
Lighting this summer night
Making me feel alrightBelle Star,drive my car
Turn up the radio
Delta Blues, Highway Dues
With no other place to go
Just lettin’ the feelings flow
Hoping that this won’t end
Just when I’ve found
A New Friend
If only the dawning wouldn’t happen so fast
We two could last
Just carrying on
But I sense the morning
Oh coming on through
What’s there to do
I see the sun
Belle Star, there you are
Turning my night into day
Cajun Moon, Clair de Lune
Shining on anyway
Over a Bayou Bay
Lighting this summer night
Making me feel alright
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Sam (Maybe He Can Come to Some Arrangement)
Sam the man, he cut the cards
And blinked across the room
Trying to cut the smell of smoke and booze
And stale perfumeHe dealt around the final hand
Knowing he was hot
That final game he cried in shame
That he’d learnt to count the cost
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
He left the place a broken man
His life a total ruin
Not really knowing much of what
He was doing
Fell down on the sidewalk
Some name upon his lips
“If only I could see her
And the kids”
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
They took him to a downtown pound
Threw him in a cell
A drunken heap, he felt so
Weak as well
Come the dawn a note was found
Torn and badly spelt
From Sam the man who was hanging From his belt
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Maybe we can come to some arrangement
Cross Time Woman
She’s got a 3 legged old dresser
Standing drunkered but tall
She wouldn’t ask a lesser man
To hold it all… ‘case it fallsShe keeps alla’ these dresses
And her wraps and silken robes
It’s a fact she’s pretty obsessive
About her finery, oh and clothes
Time I met my baby
She was sittin’ on the rug
Eyein’ me to pieces
With that off the… shoulder shrug
Cross time woman, I’d been starin’ after you
Starin’ after me, and we both knew
That I was hot for you
I could feel you were cookin’ too
She got diamonds by the bedside
She got silver on a tray
Got so many she wouldn’t miss ’em
If I stole ’em, where they lay
Say old Rockefeller’s got more
Money than you can see
But he just might as well sell up
Cos she got… money and me
Here’s how I met my baby
She was sittin’ on the rug
Eyein’ me to pieces
With that off the… shoulder shrug
(REPEAT CHORUS)