Bully in the Alley

Cover of an old folk tune called "Rye Whiskey"

Rye Whiskey

Billy Riley

Eliza-Lee as preformed by The Dreadnoughts. Credit to original Artists.

Eliza-Lee

Running Down To Cuba

Ewan MacColl's classic folk song; originally written about Salford, Greater Manchester, England, the town where MacColl was born and brought up. It was originally composed for an interlude to cover an awkward scene change in his 1949 play Landscape with Chimneys, set in a North of England industrial town, but with the growing popularity of folk music the song became a standard.

Dirty Old Town

Every Guy's Dream (Marvin Shelton)

[Verse]
Laying here next to you tonight
While my lucky stars smile from above
How could anything feel so right?
I'm thinking I don't think I'll ever get enough

[CHORUS]
Like a baby loves ice cream
I want it all, is all I mean
So, I’ll be the man you need...me to be
Oh, lady now I finally see 
I’m living in a fantasy 
Yeah, I found me...every guy’s dream

[Verse]
The reason I stare into your eyes
and my hand reaches for your hand
You are the center of my life
I'm thinking God could not have had a better plan

[CHORUS]
Like a baby loves ice cream
I want it all, is all I mean
So, I’ll be the man you need...me to be
Oh, lady now I finally see 
I’m living in a fantasy 
Yeah, I found me...every guy’s dream

[Bridge]
You could make any guy's dream come true
But you spend your time giving me all of you!! Yeah!!!!!

[Solo]

[CHORUS]
Like a baby loves ice cream
I want it all, is all I mean
So, I’ll be the man you need...me to be
Oh, lady now I finally see 
I’m living in a fantasy 
Yeah, I found me...every guy’s dream
I found me...every guy’s dream
Oh, you’re every guy’s dream!!


Every Guy's Dream

I was raised where the corn grows tall,
Out where the creek cuts through the red clay wall.
Daddy taught me how to shoot and pray,
Said, “Boy, protect what you got every single day.”

I don’t take kindly to folks in suits,
Tellin’ me what I can or can’t do.
This ain’t about rage, it’s about right,
To stand my ground in the dead of night.

My land, my gun, my laws.

I ain’t lookin’ for a fight to start,
But I won’t bow down, I won’t lose heart.
Don’t need no badge to tell me what’s fair,
I live by truth, and I breathe free air.

You can write your rules up in D.C.,
But they don't run down here where I'm free.
I’ll shake your hand, but I won't run,
'Cause liberty don’t come from anyone.

My land, my gun, my laws.

It’s not about hate, it’s about respect,
For the blood and the sweat that my kin protect.
From the woods to the hills, to the county line,
This soul and soil, they’re both mine.

So if you come knockin’ with some plan,
To take what’s earned by the workin’ man,
You best be ready to understand,
Freedom’s not a gift — it's a stand.

My land, my gun, my laws.
My land, my gun, my laws.

Bully in the Alley

El Pony Pisador

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