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©@ 1989 RYKODISC

RYKODISC Pickering Wharf, Bldg C-3G Salem, MA 01970 USA

All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of

applicable laws.

Manufactured in the USA.

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m LOVE IS GONE 2:58 00 I’M A LITTLE MIXED UP 3:50 H DONE BY ME 2:37 E] TWISTER COUNTY 4:23 J] DANCE, FRANNIE, DANCE 2:53 HI LESSONS THAT BURN 2:54 [U OHI NEW ORLEANS 4:18

■S BOUDIN MAN 2:59 a PAIN OF LOVE 3:37 El TIRED OF TRASH 4:11 23 STILL FEELS GOOD 3:19 21 POOR BOY'S DREAM 3:40

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DAN McCANN MARK KORPI JIM STARBOARD

THE H-BOMBS ARE: EVAN JOHNS: lead vocal, guitar, Vox

organ, mandolin, echo harp, 6-string bass, slide

DAN McCANN: bass, background vocals

JIM STARBOARD: drums, background vocals

MARK KORPI: Red guitar, background vocals

GUESTS: IVAN BROWN: bass, background vocals

on Boudin Man CHAMP HOOD: fiddle on Boudin Man and

Poor Boy’s Dream DANNV FEDERICI: Hammond B-3 organ

on Still Feels Good ROV BITTAN: piano on Oh! New Orleans GARRY LEE WAYNE: acoustic guitar on

Lessons That Burn, Done By Me and Poor Boy’s Dream

JOHNNY COMBS: bass

m LOVE IS GONE 2:58 m I'M A LITTLE MIXED UP 3:50 m DONE BY ME 2:87 0 TWISTER COUNTY 4:23 0 DANCE, FRANNIE, DANCE 2:53 0 LESSONS THAT BURN 2:54 m OH! NEW ORLEANS 4:18 0 BOUDIN MAN 2:59 [I] PAIN OF LOVE 3:37 IH TIRED OF TRASH 4:11 [H STILL FEELS GOOD 3:19 HH POOR BOY S DREAM 3:40

All words and music by Evan Johns,

Evan Johns Music, BMI except

"I'M A LITTLE MIXED UP” by James & Johnson, Garnet Publishing

and "DANCE, FRANNIE, DANCE" by Floyd Dakil, Abnak Publishing, Inc., BMI

PRODUCED BY: Garry Tallent RECORDED AND MIXED BY: Jan Topoleski at Shore Fire Recording, Long Branch, NJ BOUDIN MAN PRODUCED BY: Evan Johns Recorded at Lone Star Recording, Austin, TX by Jay Hudson GUITAR AND FIDDLE OVERDUBS ON TWISTER COUNTY AND POOR BOY'S DREAM BY: Mike Stewart at Arlyn Studio, Austin, TX MASTERED BY: Toby Mountain and Garry Tallent COVER: Done By Me ALL PHOTOS: Jeff Rowe, Lone Star Silver DESIGN: J.E.Tully

BOOKING: Scott Weiss, Electric Artists, Dallas, TX (214)748-3825

Evan Johns St His H-Bombs would like to thank the

following: Mike Johns, Pat Thornton, Garry Tallent, Jan

Topoleski, Jay Hudson, Ray Hennig's Heart of Texas

Music, Mark Pucci Associates, Russell Carter, D & M

Tire, Zavarella's Music - Arlington VA, Scott Weiss,

Linda Jean Parker, Charlie and John Paul, Jeff Rowe,

George Signore, Chip and Pandora, Jelly and Beans, and

all the fine folks at Rykodisc.

Write us and we'll write you: Evan Johns & His H-Bombs Fan Club

P.0. Box 33215

Austin, TX 78704

m LOVE IS GONE Never felt like I would be free She never really understood me All I knew was blind romance I fell in love and I took my chance

Love Is Gone (love is gone) Love Is Gone (love is gone) Love Is Gone (love is gone) Love Is Gone (love is gone)

In five minutes time I hit the street Forgettin’ bout you, it sure was sweet Don’t know why things end that way but I no longer have to pay

You know how I fell for you and gave up half my name I told you a thousand times I would never change If you think I broke your heart, that’s the way it goes When I split I said goodbye I should have broke your nose

I thought you’d forever please me I needed you and you wanted to love me Gave my best gave all I had When you split I sure was glad

[U I'M A LITTLE MIXED UP You said that you love me never say goodbye I know now darlin’ that all was a lie I’m a little mixed up, mixed up over you I’m a little mixed up and I don’t know what to do

You said that you’d give me the stars up above I thought sure darlin’ I had all your love I’m a little mixed up, mixed up over you I’m just a mixed up man and I don’t know what to do

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Please listen here darling won’t you please come back home I’m sitting here crying and I’m all alone I’m a little mixed up, mixed up over you I’m just a mixed up man and I don’t know what to do

m DONE BY ME Slept down by that riverside Dusk to dawn the fog it was risin’ Well that water it went creepin’ on And daylight came up on the horizon

For warmth I tried to top the hill from This place I wish that I was leavin’ I wonder how it came to be I’m standing At these crossroads here freezin’

Done by me, done by me All decisions that I make are done by me Well this rockin’ aint no way of life Least that I can say it’s done by me

Sometimes I think my better days are Way back in the past far behind me About the time I feel this way Someone comes along and reminds me The choice is mine to come and go, to say what I want and do what I feel If I am an unhappy man no one to blame Stands beside me

0 TWISTER COUNTY It’s grey down in Twister County Yes there’s something about the calm You know that these things they hound me When there’s something going on Down in Twister County

Yeah, I was off on my adventure In a storm to seek my thrill When I heard a runaway locomotive And that twister topped the hill That twister topped the hill

The picture in my memory Still stands out loud and clear A little boy twenty years ago Surrounded by fear I was raining down my tears

I fell down scared and trembling I remember to this day I was never so glad in that cold wet rain When that twister went away

Death and destruction In a five mile path There sits mother nature A twister aftermath

0 DANCE, FRANNIE, DANCE There’s a good lookin’ girl Down Dallas way now

She’s the life of the party If you see what I see now She’s my little cutie the sweetie of the USA now Come on and dance Frannie dance Dance Frannie dance Dance Frannie dance Dance Frannie dance You gotta keep on dancin’ You gotta keep on dancin’

Go on and shake it Frannie Dance Frannie dance Dance Frannie dance

She goes down to the drugstore In her tight blue jeans now

® LESSONS THAT BURN There was a time when a deal was made That boy should of thought harder standin’ there in the shade He signed the line and he thought it was fair They took all the dough and they left him standing there

Lessons that burn, I’ve felt that sting I signed the line, they took everything Lessons that burn, why wasn’t I told With the deal I made they took all the gold

True love can hurt for oh so long It’ll lead you on, it can do you wrong And all you’ll have is all you’ve learned Just chalk it up sometimes lessons they burn

And now here’s a lesson from me to you If you get burned here’s what to do Don’t hide your sorrow, don’t be ashamed Just learn your lesson and forget about the blame

0 OH! NEW ORLEANS There is a town by the mouth of the river Surrounded by the water all around • You’re seven feet below sea level And you’re still standin’ on dry ground

There ain’t no town where I get that feelin’ Like I do walkin’ down St. Charles Avenue They got everything from Henry’s Soul Food On down to the Audubon zoo Do you know where it is? *

I said Oh! New Orleans I love you like my own home You gave us Johnny Adams, Lee Dorsey, The Nevilles and Fats Domino

I said Oh! New Orleans I love you like my very own You gave us Professor Longhair, Irma Thomas and my man, Sachmo

There’s too many names to even start to mention That have lived in New Orleans and called it home Although I’m only passin’ through The music’s with me everywhere I go

m BOUDIN MAN There’s a hundred people rockin’ and There’s a wholesale boppin’ and There’s folks dancing all around the floor And now the band takes a break And the parking lot’s the place For the folks that gotta have a little more

Well I’ll see you in a flash ’Cause none of that matters I’m goin’ to the truck for Boudin and crackers

Now there’s a little place on down by the levee Where things don’t happen much quicker

m Now you never did mind when you had such a time When you drink a little bit of corn liquor When you have so much you can barely stand Buy you a foot long Boudin

Boudin Boudin (I’m a hungry man) Boudin Boudin (I eat all I can) Boudin Boudin (easy on the cash) Boudin Boudin (crackers on the dash) Boudin, I’m a Boudin man

Now over in England there’s fish ’n’ chips Deep dish pizza is a New York trip Back up in Maryland they got Brunswick stew Texas got the chili and the bar-b-que First thing I do when I enter Louziann Is buy four or five pounds of that hot Boudin

I’ll tell you something people about all my travels Four weeks out and I really get rattled Road food - no! I couldn’t care Want my age figure up dog years Last thing we do before we leave Louziann Is buy four or five pounds of that hot Boudin

® THE PAIN OF LOVE Now let me tell you something that you all understand The pain of love is the pain of man The pain of love Everybody knows the pain of love Now you’re young when you get it Everybody knows the pain of love Now it’s a natural thing You couldn’t stop it if you ran The pain of love is the pain of man

Some people think that it’s a frightful admission The pain of love is a true life condition It’s got to happen when a man loves a woman There’s got to be some pain Where there’s a whole lot of love The pain of love

m TIRED OF TRASH I work for greenback dollars All I ever save is a pocketful of laundry dimes I feel like a dog that swam the river For the very last time

I work hard for my money I work hard for my dough I give it all to my baby she says, “Evan cough up a little more”

Well I’m tired of this and I’m tired of that Everytime I turn around I’m fresh out of cash

Well I’m tired of trash Well I’m tired of trash Well I’m tired of trash

When the pretty gals go dancing They might see a man they like across the floor Looks can be deceiving after awhile She might find out a little more The man thinks he’s God’s gift to women And the prettiest boy that ever walked in the world The gal says, “Jump back Jack, get your hands off me I ain’t your girl!”

0 You know, she’s tired of this and She’s tired of that The next thing you know She’s tired of these boys that ain’t got no class

I try to get my baby ready to go out down to the show But it seems she can’t really decide Which dress to wear and which make-up goes

I can’t help but wonder How long I been waitin’ after awhile If we wait much longer Her doggone clothes gonna go out of style That’s what worries me

Well I’m tired of this and I’m tired of that Everytime I turn around We fight like dogs and cats

ED IT STIU FEELS GOOD Well I been lied to And I’ve done my share of lying too Well we have cried blue and We’ve done our share of laughin’ and lovin’ too And now after all the tears, The miles and all the years It still feels good, yes it do We put love through the mill The grinding wheel, and the minefield too There’s been times when we walked back and forth Across and over that thin line Well now after you came along and showed me Right from wrong, it still feels fine

After all is said and done When love goes it goes ’till it’s gone

You and me babe we keep on keepin’ on And it still feels good, it still feels good

Well we put love through the give and take and Everything else too but now we see love is Everything it’s supposed to be for you and me And now after all the tears the goodbyes and All the years, it still feels good

m POOR BOY'S DREAM Spend most of my week workin’ in that Frick Mill It’s a wonder that I do as well Payin’ off my little old anthill dime-by-dime Cool-A-Rator in a ’32 coupe Sippin’ cold beer, cruisin’ on the loop

Should be me but so it seems to be Another poor boy’s dream

Work all week for my teeny little check Gotta pay my bills just to save my neck Like to see a lotta dough get a little greener on my Cooler full of beer, rags full of cash Cruisin’ west on the coon-ass bypass

Should be me but so it seems to be Another poor boy’s dream

Another little poor boy’s dream My little poor boy’s scheme It could be me but so it seems To be another poor boy’s dream

Too much dough to even count Pretty gals is all about Big boss man with lots of clout, that’s my style Forty five acres of bottom land Right on the levee, now I understand

It should be me but so it seems to be Another poor boy’s dream

HIS H-BOMBS Bombs Away

0 Love Is Gone 2:58 0 I'm A Little Mixed Up

3:50 0 Done By Me 2:37 ® Twister County 4:23 ® Dance, Frannie,

Dance 2:53 IS Lessons That Burn .

2:54 [3 Oh! New Orleans

4:18 ® Boudin Man 2:59

a Pain Of Love 3:37 G3 Tired Of Trash 4 :1 0 Still Feels Good 3