I Got a Name Album

Artist(s): Jim Croce

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Tracklist

I Got a Name

length: 3:13
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Charles Fox
lyricist: Norman Gimbel

Like the pine trees lining the winding road,
I got a name, I got a name;
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad,
I got a name, I got a name.

And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid.

Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by.

Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky,
I got a song; I got a song.
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry,
I got a song; I got a song,

And I carry it with me and I sing it loud;
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud.

Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by.

And I'm gonna go there free

Like the fool I am and I'll always be,
I got a dream, I got a dream.
They can change their minds but the can't change me,
I got a dream, I got a dream;

Oh, I know I could share it if you'd want me to;
If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you.

Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.

Lover's Cross

length: 3:05
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Guess that it was bound to happen
Was just a matter of time
But now I've come to my decision
And it's 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

Yes, I really got to hand it to you
'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

So I'll 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

So I'll 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

Five Short Minutes

length: 3:30
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
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

Age

length: 3:45
vocal: Jim Croce
writer: Jim Croce, Ingrid Croce
I've been up and down and 'round and 'round and back again,
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.
And I've turned inside out and 'round 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.
Difference so seem quite as bad today.
With a nickel or a million I was searchin' 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.
And I've turned inside out and 'round about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again.

And now I'm in my second circle and I'm headed for the top;
I learned a lot of things along the way.
I'll be careful while I'm climbin', 'cause it hurts a lot to drop.
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.
And I've turned inside out and 'round about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again.

Workin' at the Car Wash Blues

length: 2:33
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
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 wouldn't 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, I'm 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 I'll 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 it's true
For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
So baby, don't 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, don't 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

I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song

length: 2:33
vocal: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
Well, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah, I know it's kind of strange
But every time I'm near you
I just run out of things to say
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Every time the time was right
All the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah, I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just got to say
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I"ll have to say I love you in a song

Salon and Saloon

length: 2:32
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Maury Muehleisen
lyricist: Maury Muehleisen
Sometimes I think about our good old high school days
You would always kid about my adolescent ways
Oh, Mary, Mary, good to see you too
Haven't seen to many of the old crew
The time just flew, and how are you?

Strange we should meet here
Seeing off our friends
It's hard to draw the line between
Beginnings and ends
Oh, Mary, Mary, must you go so soon?
We must be a sight to see
Salon and Saloon
I'll look you up soon
Maybe sing you a tune

Thursday

length: 2:28
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Sal Joseph
lyricist: Sal Joseph
Well it started out just like a dream
And like a dream I knew
That what we had would have to end
I was looking for a life-time lover

And you were looking for a friend
Someone to be there
After all your nighttime lovers had gone
The way they came

Someone who knew the way
To help you play
Your daytime game
It's not the same

Well, I started out pretending
That I ought 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 had to rearrange
And I couldn't bear to wait around
For all your nighttime lovers to go

The way they came
And it came to hurt too much for me
To have to play your daytime
No one to blame

It started out just like a dream
And like a dream I knew
That what we had had to end
I was looking for a life-time lover

And you were looking for a friend
I was looking for a life-time lover
And you were looking for a friend

Top Hat Bar and Grille

length: 2:48
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Well if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Well, at the Top Hat Bar and Grille
There is a waitress name of Lil
Well, she's a honky tonky
Little bit chunky divorcee
She wear them tight hippy hugger slacks
You can believe it when I tell you, Jack
That she's a dancin', prancin', hard romancin'
P-I-E-see-E
And she can do the boogie woogie
She can do the boogaloo
And she can do the hootchie cootchie
Oh, and she knows how to nasty, too

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Well, at the Top Hat Bar and Grille
They got this bouncer name of Gil
He is a honky tonky
Heavily funky ex-marine
He wear dem skintight body builder shirts
And Jack, he'll knock you out into the dirt
But if you got no money or you try to be funny
Then mother you gonna see
That man gonna do the boogie woogie
He gonna do the boogaloo
He gonna do the hootchie cootchie
And he'll be doin' all his dancin' on you

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille
Lookin' for a good time
Lookin' for a bad time

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come ev'ry Friday 'n' Saturday evening
At the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Recently

length: 2:34
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
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
Or they can take you to a place
The you never thought you'd be again
And take you to a place
That you never ever thought
That you would see again

'Cause mem'ries can be friends
Or they can take you to a place
The 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

The Hard Way Every Time

length: 2:29
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
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