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DOMINO JOE

WHEN THE FULL MOON RISES
ANNABELLE WALKER
DANCE WITH ME DELORES
KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HER STRANGER
CHILE TODAY, HOT TAMALE
 
2 KEEP ME OUT OF JAIL TONIGHT
CLUB DE MEXICO POLKA
NOGALES SONG
SHOOTOUT AT THE ROCKET CLUB
ASHES TO ASHES

 

 

LYRICS

DOMINO JOE 4:27 Words and music by George Hawke

I'd been in town for a week or so and it seemed like everywhere I'd go
I'd hear his name and I'd want to know just who the Hell is this Domino Joe
So I walked in a bar and I asked some dame and her eyes lit up when I mentioned his name
And she said stranger you must be insane not to know bout Domino Joe
And she said Domino Joe he's a honky tonk crawler
He's a whiskey drinker and a barroom brawler
He's a pool hall hustler tryin' to make a dollar
And the women seem to like his style
He's a blackjack shucker and a crap game jiver
He's a Cadillac dreamer and an old truck driver
He's a footloose schemer and a platform diver
And he'll win you over with his smile
Well that told me a little but not enough so I asked the barkeep to pour some stuff
And I looked in her eyes and I called her bluff and I said now tell me more
She tossed back a whiskey and I bought her another and she drank that down and said thank you brother
When I get done you'll know as much as his mother maybe more bout Domino Joe
And she said
Domino Joe he's a rodeo rider
He's a wine drinking free thinking doomed backslider
He's a four wheeling double dealing hunting guider
And the women seem to like his style
He's a singing fool and a dime a dancer
He's a ladies man and a smooth romancer
He's a pay your money and you take your chancer
And he'll win you over with his smile
I guessed I'd learned about all I could and I thanked that girl and said you did good
You told me bout as much as I hoped you would and I'm pleased to meet you
Then I looked up and saw a man at the door and he said buddy I could tell you more
If you've got the time I'll take the floor my name's Joe, Domino Joe
And he said
Domino Joe he's a honky tonk crawler
He's a whiskey drinker and a barroom brawler
He's a pool hall hustler tryin' to make a dollar
And the women seem to like his style
He's a singing fool and a dime a dancer
He's a ladies man and a smooth romancer
He's a pay your money and you take your chancer
And he'll win you over with his smile
And he'll win you over with his smile

Uncle Dave Jeffrey; congas Bob Martin; trumpet

WHEN THE FULL MOON RISES 2:59 Words and music by George Hawke

Charley's pinching asses making passes while the music plays
He's got six hot ones on the line and he's hoping at least one of them stays
But by the time the night is over he's too drunk to even drive her home
Well the full moon's shining and Charley's stumbling home alone
Domino Joe hits Billy and Thelma starts picking on Sue
There's a rumble in the back and Joe gets hit on the head with a cue
In the front they're drinking and dancing the hootchie coo
And I'm here singing and watching all the whoop de do
When the full moon rises there's some real surprises in store
The boys do the boogie and the girls do the woogie and roar
And around about midnight the cops knock down the door
When the full moon rises there's some real surprises in store
There's a bust in the alley and Sally just passed out on the floor
They're playing poker on the table in the corner over by the door
There's some horny looking honeys throwing money around and drinking beers
And some hipsters and some maggots and some faggots and some wierdos and queers
Joe is making it with Annie but her husband just came through the door
Before he knows what hit him Joe is lying with his face on the floor
Well Joe is kind of new here and he doesn't know she's somebody's wife
It's just his introduction to the really wilder side of life
When the full moon rises there's some real surprises in store
The boys do the boogie and the girls do the woogie and roar
And around about midnight the cops knock down the door
When the full moon rises there's some real surprises in store

David Syme; piano Dale Norris; baritone sax

ANNABEL WALKER 3:53 Words and music by George Hawke

Annabel Walker was an innocent girl she was raised by her family right
She made a promise to her mother that she'd never have a lover unless it was her wedding night
But after eighteen years of small town living she thought she should be on her own
So she caught a bus and with her parents' trust she set out all alone
She made her way to Phoenix where she got a job serving drinks in a bar at night
Annabel was new there but she found out what to do there and she was working out all right
But for every girl who's never been in trouble there's a guy who will change her mind
When Annabel met Joe there was no way she could know that trouble was all she'd find
Domino Joe he's a real smooth talker he could sell shit to a cow
Annabel Walker you're in trouble what are you gonna do now
Annabel Walker she had never been lied to she believed every word Joe said
It didn't take him long to convince her she belonged there sleeping in his bed
After he had loved her he quickly got rid of her he said he needed someone new
She went running home to father but he told her not to bother he said that he knew what to do
Domino Joe you're a real smooth talker you could sell shit to a cow
Domino Joe you're in trouble what are you gonna do now
From Window Rock to Phoenix in a flatbed truck Mr.Walker drove in record time
With a shotgun in his hands he was heard to make demands for the man that he was tryin' to find
When he finally found Joe Joe was raking in the dough from a high stakes poker hand
"Your money or your life or you can make my girl your wife"Joe handed Mr. Walker seven grand
Domino Joe he's a real smooth talker he could sell shit to a cow
But he can't hold a candle to Mr. Walker he's driving home smiling now
But he can't hold a candle to Mr. Walker he's driving home smiling now

 

Uncle Dave Jeffrey; congas

DANCE WITH ME DOLORES 3:20 Words and music by George Hawke

Domino Joe and Goodtime Charley been drinking all day long
Nothing better to make the time go by
Domino Joe says we'll be going but first I'll play a song
This jukebox got that beat and I think I'll dance along
Dance with me Dolores and we'll do the hootchie coo
Ain't no way you're gonna let me down
Fourteen whiskeys water by I've had my eyes on you
Genuine four star honky tonk queen in a certified one horse town
Domino Joe and Goodtime charley been friends for many years
Ain't nothing Joe could do that he ain't done
But it's a barroom brawl in this strange town that Goodtime Charley fears
Leaving when the time is right beats leaving on the run
Dance with me Dolores and we'll do the hootchie coo
Ain't no way you're gonna let me down
Fourteen whiskeys water by I've had my eyes on you
Genuine four star honky tonk queen in a certified one horse town
Domino Joe and Goodtime Charley backing out the door
Dolores in the corner looking good
Domino Joe ain't asking bouncer's wives to dance no more
Goodtime Charley doesn't think he should
Dance with me Dolores and we'll do the hootchie coo
Ain't no way you're gonna let me down
Fourteen whiskeys water by I've had my eyes on you
Genuine four star honky tonk queen in a certified one horse town

 

Uncle Dave Jeffrey; cowbell, shaker, timbales

David Syme; piano

Shep Cooke; high harmony vocal

KEEP YOUR HAND OFF HER STRANGER (SHE'S WITH ME) 2:20 Words and music by George Hawke

Keep your hands off her stranger she's with me
What you got ain't necessarily what you see
Take my advice son and leave that woman be
Keep your hands off her stranger she's with me
Dancing in a honky tonk to a real loud country band
That's the kind of fun my baby and me can understand
But sometimes there's a guy who'll try to take my girl away
I just look him in the eye and I say
Keep your hands off her stranger she's with me
What you got ain't necessarily what you see
Take my advice son and leave that woman be
Keep your hands off her stranger she's with me
I'm just not the kind of gut who likes to fuss and fight
And it's not so much I'm jealous but I think I've got the right
To tell some rounder messing with my girl To go away
I just look him in the eye and I say
Keep your hands off her stranger she's with me
What you got ain't necessarily what you see
Take my advice son and leave that woman be
Keep your hands off her stranger she's with me

CHILI TODAY, HOT TAMALE 3:06 Words and music by George Hawke

Chili today hot tamale
Carne seca chimichanga and a bottle of beer
Chili today hot tamale
Manana I'll be sorry but today I'm just happy I'm here
Sitting in a small cantina down in Guaymas Mexico
Drinking Carta Blanca at about six pesos a throw
Eating enchiladas with the hottest salsa I can taste
Wipe it up with a flour tortilla
Don't let a single bit go to waste
Chili today hot tamale
Carne seca chimichanga and a bottle of beer
Chili today hot tamale
Manana I'll be sorry but today I'm just happy I'm here
And when it's late in the evening
You got frijoles on your mind
Get yourself down to El Minutos
Just to see what you can find
Take your change in quarters
They've got Los Gavilanes on the box
Have yourself another cerveza
You can listen while your stomach talks
Chili today hot tamale
Carne seca chimichanga and a bottle of beer
Chili today hot tamale
Manana I'll be sorry but today I'm just happy I'm here
i Y ahora, chicos y chicas,
Es tiempo para cambiar el disco al otro lado!

 

Uncle Dave Jeffrey; bongos, castanets, marimba, roto torn Bob Martin; trumpet

All Selections Copyright ©1978 by Happy Chappy Music/ASCAP All rights reserved. Used by permission.

KEEP ME OUT OF JAIL TONIGHT 2:23 Words and music by George Hawke

Keep me out of jail tonight please Charley
Unless you got the money to go my bail
You know I don't think too much
Any time I drink too much
So Charley try and keep me out of jail
I remember once in Tucson, Arizona
I met a guy in Harry's bar and grill
I had one too many highballs
Then I hit him in the eyeball
And from what I hear that guy is bouncing still
Then there's the time the cop thought I'd been drinking
Just cause I'd been seen in ten saloons
He said that I was driving
Like a man who'd been imbibing
Had me walking lines and blowing up baloons
Keep me out of jail tonight please Charley
Unless you got the money to go my bail
You know I don't think too much
Any time I drink too much
So Charley try and keep me out of jail
I can't forget that time at Sally's party
When I dived naked from the board into the pool
How was I to know that
Somewhere right below that
The sheriff's wife was swimming like a fool
Keep me out of jail tonight please Charley
Unless you got the money to go my bail
You know I don't think too much
Anytime I drink too much
So Charley try and keep me out of jail

 

David Syme; piano

CLUB DE MEXICO POLKA 3:18 By George Hawke

?Otra vez.a Nogales? Pa que, hombre?

Pos pa mi, La Rosita Esa vieja, ? No te cansas?

Como no, pero no me rindo!

Oye...tengo ganas de bailar Si, mano.

Algo estilo de polka nortena. ...y de tomar, sobretodo. Andale,

i vamos! Vamos de ronda. Perate, otra copa. !Otra copita! i Mas sal! ! Mas limon!

Frank (Paco Gavilan) Hawke, Leonardo Lopez, Eric Olsson, JoAnn Tamez; border Spanish

Uncle Dave Jeffrey, Leonardo Lopez Jim Bastin; percussion

Glenn Harmon; trumpet

Phil Davis; steel drums

NOGALES SONG 3:47 Words and music by George Hawke

We went down to Nogales on a bender on a roar
We were talking to the pimps and we were checking out the whores
We were drinking up tequila we were spitting on the floor
We were having fun and looking for some more
The girls they all stood six feet tall and they all chewed chewing gum
They called us muy bonita as they drank Bacardi rum
The boys they all had switchblade knives and sold the Spanish fly
They all had something special we could buy
It's hard to be a cowboy when there ain't no range to ride
A buckeroo ain't someone who belongs locked up inside
I'm sitting in Nogales jail just waiting for a friend
To buy me out and set me free again
I made a deal and she took me to a room that made me blink
There was nothing but a mattress and a toilet and a sink
The mattress was alive with bugs the toilet overflowed
I said excuse me but I think I'll go
I escaped into an alley where a man stood with a gun
I lost my head and took a swing and lit out on a run
But two arms reached out and grabbed me and the man said"Gringo no
We don't hit cops in gay old Mexico"
It's hard to be a cowboy when there ain't no range to ride
A buckeroo ain't someone who belongs locked up inside
I'm sitting in Nogales jail just waiting for a friend
To buy me out and set me free again

Glenn Harmon; trumpet

Jeff Haskell; marimba, alto sax, horn chart

SHOOTOUT AT THE ROCKET CLUB 3:03 Words and music by George Hawke

Beulah from Missoula is a good old gal and she loves to drink that wine
Thunderbird or Ripple or muscatel she always has a mighty good time
Fast Phil from Nashville likes her style and he says they're going steady
Beulah from Missoula wants to wait awhile she says that she ain't ready
Thelma she's from Selma is a topless dancer Fast Phil's on her mind
While she's bump and grinding she seems intent on finding a way to keep her man in line
Domino Joe from Kokomo thinks Thelma's the cat's meow
Thelma ain't playing but Joe keeps saying he loves her anyhow
The Rocket Club is swinging and the register is ringing as Thelma dances good as she's able
Joe he's getting hotter from the moment he can spot her making eyes at old Fast Phil's table
Beulah's drinking wine just as fast as Phil's buying but she doesn't hear a word he's saying
She keeps pouring down that liquor cause she knows there's nothing quicker
And she really doesn't care who's paying
Joe walks up to Phil and he says he's going to kill him and they each pull out a gun
Several shots are flying and the customers are crying bout the killing that they've just seen done
When the cops come through the door there's three bodies on the floor Thelma Joe and Phil
Beulah's a survivor if they only can revive her she drank too much she's feeling ill
Tomorrow you'll prob'ly find her in the Rocket Club drinking still

 

ASHES TO ASHES 6:05 Words and music by George Hawke

Cars were lined up down the road they came from miles around
No one saw much sense in crying no one made a sound
Domino Joe was probably smiling from his coffin at the scene
Delivered to his party in a chauffered limousine
Joe looked kind of natural but they couldn't quite disguise
The grin of rigor mortis and the bullet between his eyes
His family didn't have much money to spend on fancy stuff
And old pine box some flowers for Domino Joe that was enough
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
If the whiskey don't get you
Then the women surely must
Dearly beloved let's bow our heads in prayer
If Heaven's like a honky tonk then Domino Joe is there
Eulogies were given by the friends who knew him best
The organ played they gathered round and watched him laid to rest
They each threw in an orchid and then they turned to go
They all met at the Rocket Club and drank to Domino Joe
Some folks called him rowdy and a rounder to the core
But now he's dead and folks don't say those unkind things no more
Domino Joe will be remembered as a fun filled kind of guy
Drinking beer and chasing angels in that tavern in the sky
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
If the whiskey don't get you
Then the women surely must
Dearly beloved let's bow our heads in prayer
If Heaven's like a honky tonk then Domino Joe is there

David Syme; piano

John Benjamin; acoustic guitar

Barbara Sanchez; flute

Shep Cooke; high harmony vocal

All Selections Copyright ©1978 by Happy Chappy Music/ASCAP All rights reserved. Used by permission.

ST-11755

Produced by George Hawke

THE DUSTY CHAPS

Peter Gierlach; all lead vocals, accordion, background vocals

George Hawke; bass, acoustic guitar, background vocal

Pat McAndrew; electric guitars

Leonardo Lopez, drums, percussion

Steve Solomon; keyboards, tenor, alto, and soprano saxes, clarinet, vibes

Bill Emrie; violin

Ted Hockenbury; pedal steel guitar

All music arranged by The Dusty Chaps except the first 32 bars of the instrumental intro to "Domino Joe" and the first 16 bars of the instrumental intro to "Annabel Walker" which was written and arranged by Steve Solomon.

Recorded and mixed at Lee Furr's Recording Studio Tucson, Arizona

Recording and mixing engineer and production assistance (above and ■ beyond the call of duty): John Benjamin

Photography: Balfour Walker

Art and design: William Bartlett

Thanks to Chuck Flood and all the nice folks at Capitol Records, everybody at Lee Furr's (John Benjamin, Tom Byers, Scott Brand, Debbie Singleton. Jim Bastin, Fred Knipe, and Lee Furr himself), Bill and Susan Bartlett, Balf and Francie Walker, Keith Mardis, The Embers (Smiley, Albert. Mike. and Sunni), Ned Sutton, The Cushing Street Bar, and a special thanks to all the old and new freinds who stopped by and helped with their musicianship and enthusiasum for Domino Joe.

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