Jim Croce Box #10

Well, out of Southern Illinois

Come a down home country boy.

He’s gonna make it in the city

Playin’ guitar in the studio.

Well he hadn’t been there an hour,

When he met a Broadway flower,

You know she took him for his money

And she left him in a cheap hotel.

Oh, well, it’s easy for you to see

That that country boy is me

Saying “And how am I gonna ever

break the news to the folks back home?”

Well, I was gonna be a great success,

Things sure ended up a mess,

But in the process I got messed up too.

“Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect

‘Cause I ain’t got a cent to my name.

Well I’m sleepin’ in the hotel doorway,

And tonight they say it’s gonna rain.

And if you’d only send me some money

I’ll be back on my feet again,

Send it in care of the Sunday Mission

Box number ten.”

Well, back in Southern Illinois

They’re still worryin’ ’bout their boy.

But this boy’s goin’ home soon’s he get’s the fare.

Because as soon as I got my bread

I got a pipe upside my head.

You know they left me in an alley,

Took my money and my guitar, too.

“Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect

‘Cause I ain’t got a cent to my name.

Well I’m sleepin’ in the hotel doorway,

And tonight they say it’s gonna rain.

And if you’d only send me some money

I’ll be back on my feet again,

Send it in care of the Sunday Mission

Box number ten.”

Jim Croce Age

I’ve been up and down and around and ’round and back again,

I’ve been so many places I can’t remember where or when.

And my only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend

Never really was a friend at all.

I’ve traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less,

Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.

I’ve turned inside out and around about and back and then

Found myself right back where I started again.

Once I had myself a million, now I’ve only got a dime,

The diff’rence don’t seem quite as bad today.

With a nickel or a million, I was searching all the time

For something that I never lost or left behind.

I’ve traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less,

Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.

I’ve turned inside out and around about and back and then

Found myself right back where I started again.

And Now I’m in my second circle and I’m headin’ for the top,

I’ve learned a lot of things along the way.

I’ll be careful while I’m climbin’ ’cause it hurts a lot to drop,

When you’re down nobody gives a damn anyway.

I’ve traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less,

Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.

I’ve turned inside out and around about and back and then

Found myself right back where I started again.

Jim Croce A Good Time Man Like Me Ain’t Got No Business

I was born to sing a good-time song

You know that nothin’ used to bring me down

‘Til the day I fell in love with you

And baby that’s the day I found…

You had me singin’ the blues

Singin’ the blues

But a good-time man like me

Ain’t got no business singin’ the blues

Go on woman get out of here

You know that I don’t wanta see your face

‘Cause the things you’re doin’ to this boys mind

Is just an absolute disgrace…

You got him singin’ the blues

Singin’ the blues

But a good-time man like me

Ain’t got no business singin’ the blues

Never gonna fall in love again

You know I learned my lesson well

I played the game of love and lost my heart

You can believe me when I tell you that I’m…

That I’m singin’ the blues

Singin’ the blues

But a good-time man like me

Ain’t got no business singin’ the blues

You got me singin’ the blues

Singin’ the blues

But a good-time man like me

Ain’t got no business singin’ the blues

You had me singin’ the blues

Singin’ the blues

And a good-time man like me

Ain’t got no business singin’ the blues

Jim Croce Five Short Minutes

Well, she was standing by my dressing room after the show

Asking for my autograph and asked if she could go

Back to my motel room

But the rest is just a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin’

Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room

She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune

Then I said, ‘Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin’

Done brought me twenty long years in jail’

Well, then a judge and a jury sat me in a room

They say that robbin’ the cradle is worse than robbin’ the tomb

Then I said “Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale’

(Wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it!)

‘Because five short minutes of lovin’

Done brought me twenty long years in jail’

And when I get out of this prison gonna be forty-five

I’ll know I used to like to do it but I won’t remember why

(Wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth it!)

I’ll say, ‘Ooh, ooee! Sure was a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin’

Done brought me twenty long years in jail’

‘Because five short minutes of lovin’

Done brought me twenty long years in jail’

Jim Croce The Hard Way Every Time

Yeah, I’ve had my share of broken dreams

And more than a couple of falls

And in chasin’ what I thought were moonbeams

I have run into a couple of walls

But in looking back at the places I’ve been

The changes that I’ve left behind

I just look at myself to find

I’ve learned the hard way every time

‘Cause I’ve had my share of good intentions

And I’ve made my share of mistakes

And I’ve learned at times it’s best to bend

‘Cause if you don’t well those are the breaks

Should have listened to all the things I was told

But I was young and too proud at the time

Now I look at myself to find

I learn the hard way ev’ry time

But in looking back at the lessons I’ve learned

And the mountains I wanted to climb

I just look at myself to find

I’ve learned the hard way ev’ry time

‘Cause I’ve had my share of broken dreams

And more than a couple of falls

And in chasin’ what I thought were moonbeams

I have run into a couple of walls

But in looking back at the faces I’ve been

I would sure be the first one to say

When I look at myself today

Wouldn’ta done it any other way

Jim Croce Walkin’ Back To Georgia

I’m walkin’ back to Georgia

And I hope she will take me back

Nothin’ in my pockets

And all I own is upon my back

But she’s the girl who said she loved me

On that hot dusty Macon road

And if she’s still around

I’m gonna settle down

With that hard lovin’ Georgia girl

I’m walkin’ back to Georgia

She’s the only one who knows

How it feels when you lose a dream

And how it feels when you dream alone

Georgia can you hear me callin’

Oh I’ll be home in just a while

And if I had to I’d be crawlin’

Just to share another mornin’ smile

But you’re the girl who said you loved me

On that hot dusty long ago

And if you’re still around

I’m gonna settle down

With you my hard lovin’ Georgia girl…because

I’m walkin’ back to Georgia

And I hope she will take me back

Nothin’ in my pockets

And all I own is upon my back

Jim Croce Mississippi Lady

With just a sleeping bag and an old guitar, I left the band in New Orleans

I did some time with the bottle, some with the river queens

I never thought I would meet a girl

who could turn my head around

Till I met that Mississippi Lady in sleepy Gulfport town

She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin’ Gulfport gal

She taught me how to love and she really loved me well

She took me up to heaven then she brought me down

That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

Hot July in Gulfport and I was working in the bars

And she was working on the street with the rest of the evening stars

She said, “I never met a guy who could turn my head around”

And that’s really sayin’ something for Sweet Cordelia Brown

She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin’ Gulfport gal

She taught me how to love and she really loved me well

She took me up to heaven then she brought me down

That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

Now I’m back in New York City playin’ in a band

But my mind’s on Mississippi, is it hard to understand?

I never thought I would meet a girl who could bring me that far down

Like the girl I met in Gulfport, Sweet Cordelia Brown

She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin’ Gulfport gal

She taught me how to love and she really loved me well

She took me up to heaven then she brought me down

That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

Jim Croce A Long Time Ago

Seems like such a long time ago,

I was walking on a lonely road.

Getting tired of dreaming alone,

like all the lonely people I had known.

Seems like such a long time ago,

there was no one who would share my song.

I was just a boy far from home,

but I became a man when you came along.

We spent the whole night talking.

You said you’d like to see the sun rise.

But in the gold of morning,

was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes.

I was so afraid to touch you,

thought you were too young, you know.

So I just watched you sleeping.

Then you woke and said to me,

The night is cold, it frightens me.

I could sleep so easy next to you.

Wasn’t very long ago,

you said that you would like to share my role.

Then you started singing my song.

Spent so many nights a-waiting,

Lets not spend a moments wasting time,

because we have very far to go.

I will go if you will take me,

I have never had a lover.

I am young but I am so alone.

We spent the whole night talking.

But in the gold of morning…

Jim Croce Lover’s Cross

I guess that it was bound to happen

Was just a matter of time

Now I’ve come to my decision

And its a-one of the painful kind

‘Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr

Just a regular guy wouldn’t do

But baby I can’t hang upon no lover’s cross for you

You really gotta hand it to ya

‘Cause girl you really tried

But for ev’ry time that we spent laughin’

There were two times that I cried

And you were tryin’ to make me your martyr

And that’s the one thing I just couldn’t do

‘Cause baby I can’t hang upon no lover’s cross for you

‘Cause tables are meant for turnin’

And people are bound to change

And bridges are meant for burnin’

When the people and mem’ries they join aren’t the same

Still I hope that you can find another

Who can take what I could not

He’ll have to be a super guy

Or maybe a super god

‘Cause I never was much of a martyr before

And I ain’t ’bout to start nothin’ new

And baby I can’t hang upon no lover’s cross for you

‘Cause tables are meant for turnin’

And people are bound to change

And bridges are meant for burnin’

When the people and mem’ries they join aren’t the same

But I hope that you can find another

Who can take what I could not

He’ll have to be a super guy

Or maybe a super god

‘Cause I never was much of a martyr before

And I ain’t ’bout to start nothin’ new

And baby I can’t hang upon no lover’s cross for you

Jim Croce Photographs And Memories

Photographs and memories

Christmas cards you sent to me

All that I have are these to remember you

Memories that come at night

Take me to another time

Back to a happier day, when I called you mine

But we sure had a good time

When we started way back when

Morning walks and bedroom talks

Oh, how I loved you then

Summer skies and lullabies

Nights we couldn’t say goodbye

And of all of the things that we knew

Not a dream survived

Photographs and memories

All the love you gave to me

Somehow it just can’t be true

It’s all I’ve left of you

But we sure had a good time

When we started way back when

Morning walks and bedroom talks

Oh, how I loved you then