Lyrics:

Nothingville Only just a two-bit town Where nothing's real They treat me like a country clown Nothingville I ain't gonna keep-a-hangin' round' The doors keep slammin' in my face People keep puttin' me in my place It's a rat's race at a snail's pace Nothingville...Nothingville Nothingville.... Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? Can't you hear me when I call? Well you ain't so big, you know you're just tall that's all, All right Well you got me workin' boss man Workin' round the clock I wanna little drink of water But you won't let big Al stop Big boss man now can't you hear me when I call? All right I said you ain't so big, you know you're just tall that's all Big boss man, why can't you hear me when I call? All right You know you ain't so big, I said you're just tall that's all, All right I'm gonna get me a boss man One who's gonna treat me right I work hard in the day time Rest easy at night Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? Can't you hear me when I call? I said you ain't so big, you're just tall that's all I'm gonna get me a boss man One that's gonna treat me right I work hard in the evenin' Rest easy at night Big boss man, big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? I said you ain't so big, you're just tall that's all All right, big boss man It's all right Well baby I'm gonna teach you what love's all about tonight Trust me honey everything's gonna be all right You gotta do like I do there ain't nothing to it Listen to me baby anybody can do it All you gotta do is just let yourself go Now don't be afraid just relax and take it real slow Cool it baby you ain't got no place to go Just put your arms around me real tight Enjoy yourself baby don't fight All you gotta do is just let yourself go All you need is just a little rehearsal The first thing that you know You'll be ready for the grand finale So come on baby let's go Let's go, let's go' let's go Let's go Take a real deep breath and put your warm red lips on mine Just do like I tell you, everything's gonna be just fine Kiss me nice and easy, take your time Baby I'm the only one here in line All you gotta do is just let yourself go Let yourself go right now Yeh! let yourself go Let yourself go right now Yeh! let yourself go Yeh! let yourself go All you gotta do is just let yourself go It hurts me to see him treat you the way he does It hurts me to see sit and cry When I know I could be so true If I had someone like you It hurts me to see those tears in your eyes The whole town is talking, they're callin' you a fool For listening to his same old lies And when I know I could be so true If I had someone like you It hurts me to see the way he makes you cry You love him too much, you're too blind to see He's only playing a game But he's never loved you He never will And darling, don't you know he will never change Oh, I know he never will set you free Because he's just that kind of guy But if you ever tell him you're through I'll be waiting for you Waiting to hold you so tight Waiting to kiss you goodnight Yes, darling, if I had someone like you Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note, By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat, I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA, For the next three weeks I went huntin' them night clubs Lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars, Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a guitar man (We don't need a guitar man, son) So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track, Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's, A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in, I showed 'em what a band would sound like, With a swingin' little guitar man. (Show 'em, son) If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, Find yourself down around Mobile, Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill, Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind up out on his dance floor, Diggin' the finest little five-piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man. I went and bought myself a ticket and I sat down in the very first row They pulled the curtain but then when they turned the spotlight way down low Little egypt came out a-struttin' wearin' nothin' but a button and a bow Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying She had a ruby on her tummy and a diamond big as texas on her toe She let her hair down and she did the hoochie-coochie real slow When she did her special number on the zebra skin I thought she'd stop the show Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying She did her triple somersault and when she hit the ground She winked at the audience and then she turned around She had a picture of a cowboy tatooed on her spine Said, phoenix, arizona 1949 Yeh, let me tell you people little egypt doesn't dance there anymore She's too busy mopping and a-takin' care of shopping at the store 'cos we've got seven kids and all day long they crawl around the floor Singing ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying If you're looking for trouble You came to the right place If you're looking for trouble Just look right in my face I was born standing up And talking back My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I never looked for trouble But I never ran I don't take no orders From no kind of man I'm only made out Of flesh, blood and bone But if you're gonna start a rumble Don't you try it all alone Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil So don't mess around, don't mess around with me I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil So don't mess around with me Yeah! Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note, By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat, I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA, For the next three weeks I went huntin' them night clubs Lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars, Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a guitar man (We don't need a guitar man, son) So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track, Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's, A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in, I showed 'em what a band would sound like, With a swingin' little guitar man. (Show 'em, son) If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, Find yourself down around Mobile, Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill, Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind up out on his dance floor, Diggin' the finest little five-piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.