Jump!

Lyrics taken from the Warner Bros. Records CD-release # 9 23829-2. All reprinted lyrics published by Br'er Rab Music Inc., BMI. Used by kind permission. Music by Van Dyke Parks, lyrics as credited.

This transcription differs from the one available with the Warner Bros. releases. It includes changes supplied courteously by Mr. Van Dyke Parks. He included changes in spelling to "...make these lyrics more available to a global/ English literate audience."

Jump!

[instrumental]

Opportunity For Two

(lyrics by Martin Fyodr Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

OPPORTUNITY FOR TWO
It had to be me It had to be you
It seemed to be a dream
It happened to be true

A fine futurity for one
A day to make hey A race to be run
Though the blue for you
They say you the one

We might happen to meet
Ain't it sweet when it's a glad song?
Just keep a flappin' your feet to beat the band out of a sad song

God only knows
Which way the wind blows
Could blow us away
So I alway say
My honey don't go

Let's spend today
and dream this away
Like honey to be
It's just you and me
In love for a day

Let's spend today
and dream dis away
Just what could be wrong
To string me along
In love for a day

Come Along

(lyrics by Martin Fyodr Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

COME ALONG! COME ALONG! COME ON ALONG!
I just may be goin' your way
and I won't take yoh no
I gotta giddyup and go
On the road wid de show if I may say so

Row to hoe rodeo Oh here we go
Where they say de lovelies do play
Maybe sooner or late
That's de time to go straight and to confabulate. COME ALONG!

Don't be callin' me brother. You too hard on my hide
I gots to get hold of a halter friend
And then I really need a saddle to ride
Gots me indisposition. You who pardon my pride
It seem to me like an imposition friend
If you must really need a saddle to ride.

In disspell of the Southern moonlight and thee charm of the women and wine
Might as well just surrender tonight to remember this wonderful time of your life you must leave all your worry behind.

Don't worry! Don't worry! Not to worry!
As they say "the pleasure is mine"
Gonna hit de road Jack
Lazy-lay yousef back
Let's leave Gawgia behind for Carolina
Climb aboard! Climb aboard! Climb on aboard!
I'll wake you when it's time to dine
Fella you can feel free to take a vantage on me
I'm a true and trustee. Don't worry!

You dressed up for de party tonight holdin' hopin' that she would be there
You look smart for de party alright
A delightful and debonaire hare on a night that is right for some devil-may-care

COME ALONG! COME ALONG! COME ON ALONG!
I just may be goin' your way
Maybe sonner or late
To the gals we go straight
Just to confabulate. COME ALONG!

I Ain't Goin' Home

(lyrics by Martin Fyodr Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

Fine day for fishin! Fine day for wishin!
All that I miss is my fair weather friend
Feelin' like foolin' around. Somewheres I never be found
Wastin' my time. Would it be a crime if I climb
Back in the bottle again.

Where a friend meets a friend
Where the bowed may unbend
Where the fast is forgiven We get what we give in
And livin' is easy again.

High time for drinkin' High time for thinkin'
Down where the cotton would melt in my mouth
Watchin' the world go around
Stood up but standin' my ground
Standin' so tall away from it all when I crawl
Back in the bottle again!

Far is further than eye can see
I would go where you won't bother me
Other places I would rather be than there
I AIN'T GOIN' HOME!

Though with dis-responsibility
Underneath this domesticitree
Evenif my missus misses me tonight
I AIN'T GOIN' HOME!

Bring me just another mouth to feed
Care not now where ere the path may lead
Who hath holpen now fill every need
Not me! I AIN'T GOIN' HOME!

Found dis-for-straction. That's my relaxion!
Out of the action and happy again.
Don't go be mindin'me of pity of brotherly love.
Birds gotta swim and fish gotta fry when I cry
"Back in the bottle again"!
I AIN'T GOIN' HOME!

Many A Mile To Go

(lyrics by Martin Fyodr Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

MANY A MILE TO GO and promise to keep and I'm falling asleep.
I don't wanna go to sleep. I don't wanna.
to sleep. I don't wnna
I'm dreamin' this dream and it not very clear
The reason I'm there or why am I here.
I'm thinkin' I'm sinkin' and I wanna know
when we're not here oh where do we go?

DO NOT FORSAKE ME MY DEAR!
I let you go out when the coast become clear
To the wild blue and beyond I'd tell you more if I'd been
where no one been before

DO NOT FORSAKE ME MY DEAR!
I won't forsake you my son!
Be by your side that day my race had been run 'Til then it's all up to you
You take a part of my heart as you start to slip through!

We find that faraway shore
We have to say "Goodbye" nevermore
We leave behind our certain-for-sure
To me it seem like dreaming.

Mine is but to do or die
And never want for the reason why
We just set sail up into the sky
To me it seems like flying.

Why oh why the sky.
Why oh why is it blue and why am I me tell me why are you you.
Why are you-hoo?
Like why is there right and why is there wrong
And why does the weak go along with the strong.
Gotta git along. And why is night. It feel like a fright
Oh and where is the light that wuz burnin' so bright
Burnin' so bright
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Ah-
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Ah-
DO NOT FORSAKE ME MY DEAR!

Taps

[instrumental]

An Invitation To Sin

(lyrics by Martin Fydor Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

Stretch yousef out let me tell you what it's all about
Doubtless you wanna know
I been a queen and I seen high society
Climb the stairs so many times with milionaires just to
help them chase their cares away
These are the does I suppose you all knows how to play
AN INVITATION TO SIN An' begin to be gay!

Pick a winner red hot chicken dinner
Sinner or hep yousef to some quail
We got a covey, a bevy of love for sale
If she suit you fancy if you need romancin' don't let this chance pass you by
This ain't no dime a dance so let that old eagle fly
AN INVITATION TO SIN An'begin to be gay!

I done some time back in my prime
My crime was that I didn't know when to quit.
Times waz unkind to me. Now I don't mind a bit.
Face you can't forget night of love you won't regret
Feelin' you ain't felt before
If you can't pay sonny just make you way out de door
AN INVITATION TO SIN and begin to be gay!

Home

(lyrics by Terry Gilkyson & Van Dyke Parks)

HOME! To my destiny dear
HOME! I can rest without fear
HOME! For the soul who has found he is half not whole!
HOME! Place where I find relaxion
HOME! For some natural action
HOME! From the cold an the glitter and that is not gold!

At Home by the fire
You only desire to Go out and get in a stew
Could get you in trouble
Get home on the double
You're dreaming! You dream can come true
where you knew it would right from the start
Please believe me

HOME! With its warren, its peace-time
HOME! With its famine and feast
HOME! Last not least for the beauty within you beast!

Where there is tranquility
Half happability
yearning to let what may come come
in tender and loving care even the foul is fair
Let every road lead to Rome! Not to ruin my
Homely! HOME! Sweet Home!
Half! Have a mind to get my situation
Wholly owned and only consolation
Back to bed to habitate when
I get back HOME

My mind have been churnin'
My feet has been burnin'
My heart had been turnin' to Love.
And he who laughs last you see, ain't gotta laugh on me
And all that I'm speaking of
Please believe me
is Homely! HOME! Sweet Home!

You just set you feet back on the ground and turn around and get back HOME!

After The Ball

(lyrics by Martin Fyodr Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

You light on my feet Fine and so fleet
So indiscreet We should meet around midnight
You may be insincere You whisper in my ear
Some words that may be unclear but they sound so right

And my head begins to spin When my heart sez it's a sin
Never let the dance begin Once again To begin

You have your way with the women
You who captivate with your rhythm
I can't quite forget or forgive 'em

I'm not just a doll built for the ball
After I fall dancin' is all you may recall
AFTER THE BALL

I remember well elegant swell
The spell you weave very well in the moonlight
Ooh! Every move you make
Your flashing eyes would break
The hardest heart in Atlanta it just ain't right.

You-- a master of the game Me a moth and you a flame
You don't even know my name Just a dame
    All the same

You have your way with the women
You who captivate with your rhythm
I can't quite forget or forgive 'em

So do your worst! You'll be my first
At last in love I'm lost and long to care

Free from it all! Fated to fall
My femme fatale! Always on call!
Winsome withal AFTER THE BALL
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Look Away

(lyrics by Van Dyke Parks)

We will break bread and we won't wonder why
In that great reunion in that by 'n' bye.
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY!

First come first serve will be the president
If he had the nerve he'd axe de goverment
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY!

Hear the train comin'! You all get on board!
Let the population be of one accord!
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Fine-

Hominy Grove

(lyrics by Martin Fyodr Kibbee & Van Dyke Parks)

Off the wall wallflower
Now the dance has begun
It's our shining hour 'til all our dancin' is done
Mammy Whammy Jammy cookin' up on a stove
For me and my Buttercup
Things have been lookin' up in Hominy Grove.
Sweet Hominy!

You the wild wild flower
that my garden has grown
How I in your power
And you a rake on you own!
Hottentot Hot Toddy Cinnamon and a clove
For lovin' our lovin' cup
Things have been lookin' up
In HOMINY GROVE.
Sweet Hominy!

Inst. -

My whole heart's affection
Would I lay at your feet
Why one man's confection could be another man's sweet?
Weave in my direction When the web has been woven
Stick us together like
Birds of a feather.
Down in HOMINY GROVE.
Sweet Hominy!