Jim Croce Roller Derby Queen

Gonna tell you a story, that you won’t believe

But I fell in love last Friday evening

With the girl I saw on a bar room TV screen

Well I was just getting ready to get my hat

When she caught my eye, and I put it back

And I ordered myself couple of more shots and beers

The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen

around and round, a round and round

The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen

Down in the arena

She was 5 foot 6, two fifteen

A beach blonde mama with a streak of mean

She knew how to knuckle and she knew how to scuffle and fight

And the roller derby program said

that she was built like a ‘fridgerator with a head

Her fans called her Tuffy, but all her buddies called her Spike

The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen

around and round, a round and round

The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen

Down in the arena

Well I could not help it, but to fall in love

With this heavy duty woman I’ve been speaking of

Things were kinda bad, untill the day she skated into my life

Well she might be nasty, she might be fat

But I never met a person who would tell her that

She’s my bleach blonde bomber, my heavy handed Hackensack sack mama

The night that I fell in love with a roller derby queen

around and round, a round and round

The meanest hunk of woman that anybody ever seen

Down in the arena

Jim Croce Recently

Used to be that I could see

A reason to be happy

‘Cause I was free

But then, recently it seems

I’ve been lettin’ your mem’ry get to me

Used to be that I could pretend

That I wasn’t really hurt back then

But then, recently it seems

I’ve been lettin’ your mem’ry get to me

‘Cause

Mem’ries can be friends

Mem’ries can be friends

Or they can take you to a place

That you never thought you’d be again

And take you to a place

That you never ever thought

That you would see again

Doesn’t matter now who was wrong

The future is tomorrow

‘Cause the past is gone

And I’m findin’ that I’m not as strong

As I thought that I used to be

‘Cause, recently it seems

I’ve been lettin’ your mem’ry get to me

Jim Croce Workin’ At The Car Wash Blues

Well, I had just got out from the county prison

Doin ninety days for non-support

Tried to find me an executive position

But no matter how smooth I talked

They wouldnt listen to the fact that I was a genius

The man say, we got all that we can use.

Now i got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin

Working at the car wash blues

Well, I should be sittin in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair

Talkin some trash to the secretaries

Sayin, here, now mama, come on over here.

Instead, Im stuck here rubbin these fenders with a rag

And walkin home in soggy old shoes

With them steadily depressin, low down mind messin

Workin at the car wash blues

You know a man of my ability

He should be smokin on a big cigar

But till I get myself straight I guess Ill just have to wait

In my rubber suit a-rubbin these cars

Well, all I can do is a shake my head

You might not believe that its true

For workin at this end of niagara falls

Is an undiscovered howard hughes

So baby, dont expect to see me

With no double martini in any high-brow society news

Cause I got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin

Workin at the car wash blues

So baby, dont expect to see me

With no double martini in any high-brow society news

Cause I got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin

Workin at the car wash blues

Yeah I got them steadily depressin, low down mind messin

Workin at the car wash blues

Jim Croce One Less Set Of Footsteps

We’ve been runnin’ away from somethin’ we both know

We’ve long run out of things to say and I think I’d better go

So don’t be gettin’ excited oh-when you hear that slammin’ door

Cause there’ll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the mornin’

And we’ve been hidin’ from somethin’ that should have never gone this far

But after all it’s what we’ve done that makes us what we are

And you’ve been talkin’ in silence well if it’s silence you adore

Oh there’ll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin’

Oh there’ll be one less set of footsteps on your floor

One less man to walk in

One less pair of jeans upon your door

One less voice a-talkin’

But tomorrow’s a dream away and today has turned to dust

Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust

If that’s the way that you want it well that’s the way I want it more

Cause there’ll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin’

Oh there’ll be one less set of footsteps on you floor in the mornin’

Jim Croce Alabama Rain

Lazy days in mid-July

Country Sunday mornin’s

Dusty haze on summer highways

Sweet magnolia callin’

But now and then I find myself

Thinkin’ of the days

That (when) we were walking in

The Alabama rain

Drive-in movies, Friday nights

Drinkin’ beer and laughin’

Somehow things were always right

I just don’t know what happened

We were only kids

But then I’ve never heard it said

That kids can’t fall in love

And feel the same

I can still remember the first time

I told you “I love you”

On a dusty mid-July

Country summer’s evenin’s

Weepin’ willows sang its lullaby

And shared our secret

Walking in the Alabama rain

Jim Croce It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way

Snowy nights and Christmas lights,

Icy windowpanes,

Make me wish that we could be

Together again

And the windy winter avenues

Just don’t seem the same,

And the Christmas carols sound like blues,

But the choir is not to blame

But it doesn’t have to be that way

What we had should never have ended

I’ll be dropping by today

We could easily get it together tonight

It’s only right

Crowded stores, the corner Santa Claus,

Tinseled afternoons,

And the sidewalk bands play their songs

Slightly out of tune

Down the windy winter avenues

There walks a lonely man,

And if I told you who he is,

Well I think you’d understand

But it doesn’t have to be that way

What we had should never have ended

I’ll be dropping by today

We could easily get it together tonight

It’s only right

No, it doesn’t have to be that way

What we had should never have ended

I’ll be dropping by today

We could easily get it together tonight

It’s only right

Jim Croce You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got its hustlers

The Bowery got its bums

42nd Street got Big Jim Walker

He’s a pool-shootin’ son of a gun

Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come

But he stronger than a country hoss

And when the bad folks all get together at night

You know they all call big Jim “Boss”, just because

And they say

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim

Well outta south Alabama come a country boy

He say I’m lookin’ for a man named Jim

I am a pool-shootin’ boy

My name’s Willie McCoy

But down home they call me Slim

Yeah I’m lookin’ for the king of 42nd Street

He drivin’ a drop top Cadillac

Last week he took all my money

And it may sound funny

But I come to get my money back

And everybody say Jack don’t you know

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool room

Jimmy come boppin’ in off the street

And when the cuttin’ was done

The only part that wasn’t bloody

Was the soles of the big man’s feet, ooh

And he was cut in about a hundred places

And he was shot in a couple more

And you better believe

They sung another kind of story

When big Jim hit the floor

Now they say

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim

Yeah, big Jim got his hat

Find out where it’s at

And it’s not hustlin’ people strange to you

Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue

Yeah you don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim

Jim Croce Tomorrow’s Gonna Be A Brighter Day

Well, I’m sorry for the things that I told you

But words only go so far

And if I had my way

I would reach into heaven

And I’d pull down a star for a present

And I’d make you a chain out of diamonds

And pearls from a summer sea

But all I can give you is a kiss in the morning

And a sweet apology

Well, I know that it hasn’t been easy

And I haven’t always been around

To say the right words

Or to hold you in the mornin’

Or to help you when you’re down

I know I never showed you much of a good time

But baby things are gonna change

I’m gonna make up for all of the hurt I brought

I’m gonna love away all your pain

[Chorus:]

And tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter day

There’s gonna be some changes

Tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter day

This time you can believe me

No more cryin’ in your lonely room

And no more empty nights

‘Cause tomorrow mornin’ everything will turn out right

Well, there’s something that I’ve got to tell you

Yes I’ve got something on my mind

But words come hard

When your lying in my arms

And when I’m looking deep into your eyes

But there’s truth and consolation

And what I’m trying to say

Is that nobody ever had a rainbow baby

Until he had the rain

[Chorus]

It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna be a brighter day

It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna be a brighter day

It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna be a brighter day

It’s gonna be, it’s gonna be, it’s gonna be a brighter day

It’s gonna be, it’s gonna be, it’s gonna be a brighter day

Come on tomorrow

Come on tomorrow

It’s gonna be a brighter day

Jim Croce Thursday

Well it started out just like a dream

And like a dream I knew that what we had,

Would have to end

Cuz I was lookin’ for a,

Lifetime lover and,

You were lookin’ for a friend

Someone to be there

After all your night time lovers had gone,

The way they came

Someone who knew the way

And helped to play your daytime game

It’s not the same

Well I started out pretending that I’d,

Come to mean enough to you to make,

You want to change

Then I came to realize that

There was just too much of you you’d have,

To rearrange

And I couldn’t bear to wait around

For all your night time lovers to go,

The way they came

And it came to hurt too much for me

To have to play your daytime games

No one’s to blame

Well it started out just like a dream

And like a dream I knew that what we had,

Would have to end

Cuz I was lookin’ for a,

Lifetime lover and,

You were lookin’ for a friend

I was lookin’ for a,

Lifetime lover and,

You were lookin’ for a friend

Jim Croce Rapid Roy

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say “baby”

He got another one that just say “hey”

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon

In a ’57 Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He’s the best driver in the land

He say that he learned to race a stock car

By runnin’ shine outta Alabam’

Oh the demolition derby

And the figure eight

Is easy money in the bank

Compared to runnin’ from the man

In Oklahoma City

With a 500 gallon tank

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say “baby”

He got another one that just say “hey”

But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon

In a ’57 Chevrolet

Yeah, Roy’s so cool, that racin fool

He don’t know what fear’s about.

He do a hundred thirty mile an hour, smilin at the camera

With a tooth pick in his mouth.

He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn

But he got honeys all along the way

And you oughta hear ’em screamin for that dirt track demon

in a ’57 Chevrolet.

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say “baby”

He got another one that just say “hey”

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon

In a ’57 Chevrolet