The festival was over, and the boy… The cabaret was quiet except for t… The curfew had been lifted and the… Anyone with any sense had already… He was standin’ in the doorway loo…

Oh, where have you been, my blue-e… Oh, where have you been, my darlin… I’ve stumbled on the side of twelv… I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on s… I’ve stepped in the middle of seve…

[Chorus] No more auction block for me No more, no more No more auction block for me Many thousands gone

She’s got everything she needs She’s an artist, she don’t look ba… She’s got everything she needs She’s an artist, she don’t look ba… She can take the dark out of the n…

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the n… Where the winds hit heavy on the b… Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflake…

Lazy stadium night Catfish on the mound “Strike three,” the umpire said Batter have to go back and sit dow… [Chorus]

With your mercury mouth in the mis… And your eyes like smoke and your… And your silver cross, and your vo… Oh, who do they think could bury y… With your pockets well protected a…

One time in London I’d gone out f… Past the place called a-Hyde park… ‘Bout all kinds of different gods–… To anyone passing by, ’n’ that’s w… There was someone on the platform…

Come you ladies and you gentlemen,… Sing it to you right, but you migh… Just a little glimpse of a story… ’Bout an East Coast city that you… It’s hard times in the city

When the rain is blowing in your f… And the whole world is on your cas… I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the s…

Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine… She sat with a baby heavy on her k…

Who killed Davey Moore, Why 'n’ what’s the reason for? “Not I,” says the referee, “Don’t point your finger at me. Sure, I could’ve stopped it in th…

William Zanzinger killed poor Hat… With a cane that he twirled round… At a Baltimore hotel society gath… And the cops was called in and his… As they rode him in custody down t…

The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I shoul… The cracked bells and washed-out h… Blow into my face with scorn

Oh my name it ain’t nothin’— My age it means less— The country I come from Is called the Midwest. I’s taught and brought up there