Lost Time In A Bottle Album

Artist(s): Jim Croce

Tracklist

Next Time, This Time

length: 3:17
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce

If you get to feelin' all alone
When your good time friends have all got up and gone
Don't come knockin' around my door
Because I've heard your lines before

Chorus:
And there ain't gonna be a next time this time
'Cause woman startin' right now
I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl
And write you off as a bad mistake
You know that some women, they are lovers
And some just got no sense
But a woman like you oughta be ashamed
Of the things that you do to men

If you get to feeling all alone
When you find that you can't make it on your own
Don't come knockin' around my door
You see I've seen your act before

Chorus

If you get to feelin' you were wrong
Don't go wastin' your good money on the phone
'Cause I can hang up as fast as you can call
And that ain't all

And there ain't gonna be a next time this time
'Cause woman startin' right now
I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl
And write you off as a complete disgrace
You know that some women they are liars
And some just got no sense
But a woman like you oughta be ashamed
Of the things that you do to men

Yeah a woman like you oughta be ashamed
Of the things that you do to men

New York’s Not My Home

length: 3:23
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Well, things were spinning round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me

Been in so many places
You know I've run so many races
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right

Cause I know that I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause, New York's not my home

Though all the streets are crowded
There's something strange about it
I lived there about a year and I never once felt at home

I thought I'd make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now I'm telling you
That they were not the nice kind

And it's been so long since I have felt fine

That's the reason that I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause New York's not my home

That's the reason that I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause New York's not my home

You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

length: 2:51
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's 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 came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name 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

And 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' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different 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

Careful Man

length: 1:58
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
I don't gamble, I don't fight
I don't be hangin' in the bars at night
Yeah I used to be a fighter but
Now I am a wiser man

I don't drink much, I don't smoke
I don't be hardly mess around with no dope
Yeah I used to be a problem but
Now I am a careful man

[Chorus]
But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"
Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah I used to be a lover but
Now I'm an older man

[Chorus]

But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"
Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah I used to be a terror but
Now I am a tired man
Yeah I used to be a terror but
Now I am a tired man

A Good Time Man Like Me

length: 2:06
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce

Tractor Trailer Story Intro

length: 6:23

Speedball Tucker

length: 0:50
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
I drive a broke down rig on "may-pop" tires
Forty foot of overload
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle
I got her opened up and head right down
Nonstop back to Dallas
Poppin' them West Coast turn-arounds

[Chorus]
And they call me Speedball
Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways
And all them other truckers
Will tell you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' a rig like that

You know the rain may blow
The snow may snow
And the turnpikes they may freeze
But they don't bother ol' Speedball
He goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' round
With a cupful of cold black coffee
And a pocketful of West Coast turn-arounds

[Chorus]

One day I looked into my rear view mirror
And a-comin' up from behind
There was a Georgia State policeman
And a hundred dollar fine
Well he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
And said "Driver, you been flyin'"
And "Ninety-five is the route you were on
It was not the speed limit sign"

[Chorus: x2]

Operator

length: 3:48
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She's living in L. A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

Operator, could you help me place this call?
Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eyes, you know it happens every time
I think about a love that I thought would save me

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

Operator, let's forget about this call
You see there's no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time, ah, you've been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

Hard Time Losin’ Man

length: 2:13
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
[Chorus]
And you think you've seen trouble
Well you're lookin' at the man
Oh the world's own original hard luck story
And a hard time losin' man

Oh sometimes skies are cloudy
And sometimes skies are blue
And sometimes they say that you eat the bear
But sometimes the bear eats you
And sometimes I feel like I should go
Far far away and hide
'Cause I keep a waitin' for my ship to come in
And all that ever comes is the tide

[Chorus]

Oh I saved up all my money
I gonna buy me a flashy car
So I go downtown to see the man
And he smokin' on a big cigar
Well he must' a thought I were Rockefeller
Or an uptown man of wealth
He said "Boy I got the car that's made for you
And it's cleaner than the Board of Health"
Then I got on the highway oh I feelin' fine, I hit a bump
Then I found I bought a car held together
By wire, and a couple a' hunks of twine

[Chorus]

Oh Friday night, feelin' right
I head out on the street
Standin' in the doorway
Was a dealer known as Pete
Well he sold me a dime of some super-fine
Dynamite from Mexico
I spent all night
Just tryin' to get right
On an ounce of Oregano

[Chorus]

Seems Like Such A Long Time Ago

length: 2:21
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce

It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way

length: 2:57
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Snowy nights and Christmas lights
Icy window panes
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

[Chorus]
But it doesn't have to be that way
What we had should have never have ended
And 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 that play their songs
Slightly out of tune
On the windy winter avenues
There walks a lonely man
And if I told you who he is
Well, I think you'd understand

[Chorus: x2]

Bar Story Intro

length: 8:10

Roller Derby Queen

length: 2:55
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Gonna tell you a story that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evenin'
With a girl I saw on a bar room TV screen
Well I was just gettin' ready to get my hat
When she caught my eye and I put it back
And I ordered myself a couple o' more shots and beers

[Chorus]
The night (you know) that I fell in love with a Roller Derby Queen
(Round 'n' round, oh round 'n' round)
The meanest hunk o' woman
That anybody ever seen
Down in the arena

She is a five foot six and two fifteen
A bleached-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 were built like a 'fridgerator with a head
The fans called her "Tuffy"
But all her buddies called her "Spike"

[Chorus]

Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round
Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round
Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round

Well I could not help it but to fall in love
With this heavy-duty woman I been speakin' of
Things looked kind of bad
Until 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 big blonde bomber
My heavy handed Hackensack mama

[Chorus]

Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round
Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round
Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round

One Less Set Of Footsteps

length: 2:44
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
We been runnin' away from
Somethin' we both know
We've long run out of things to say
And I think I better go

So don't be getting' excited
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 been talkin' in silence
If it's silence you adore
Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'

[Chorus]
Well 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
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
That's the way I want it more
There'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'

[Chorus]

There'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'

Dreamin’ Again

length: 2:50
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Don't you know I had a dream last night
That you were here with me
Lyin' by my side so soft and warm
And we talked a while
And shared a smile
And then we shared the dawn
But when I woke up
Oh, my dream it was gone
Don't you know I had a dream last night
You were here with me
Lyin' by my side so soft and warm
And you said you'd thought it over
Said that you were comin' home
But then I woke up
From my dream it was gone
I'm not the same
Can you blame me
Is it hard to understand
I can't forget
You can't change me
I am not that kind of man
Don't you know I had a dream last night
When everything was still
And you were by my side so soft and warm
And I dreamed that we were lovers
In the lemon-scented rain
But the I woke up
Oh, I found that again
I had been dreamin'
Dreamin' again
I had been dreamin'
Dreamin' again

Bad Bad Leroy Brown

length: 2:43
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover"
All the men just call him "Sir"

[Chorus]
And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose
He got a custom Continental
He got an Eldorado too
He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

[Chorus]

Now Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris
And oo that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
'Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson
'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man

[Chorus]

Well the two men took to fighting
And when they pulled them off the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

Time In A Bottle

length: 2:23
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

[Chorus]
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

[Chorus]

I Got A Name

length: 3:09
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.

Charley Green, Play That Slide Trombone

length: 2:35
arranger: Jim Croce
writer: [traditional]

I know a fool who blows a horn
He comes from ‘way down South
Oh yeah; And you ain’t seen such blowin’ since you been born
Like when a trombone’s to his mouth

He wails and moans, grunts and groans
He can moan just like a cow;
And you ain’t seen such blowin’
Since you been born, ‘Cause he won’t show ‘em how

Oh, Charley, won’t you play that thing, I mean the slide trombone
Make it talk, Make it sing
I mean the slide trombone
If Gabriel knew how you could blow
He’d let you lead his band, I know
Oh, Charley, won’t you play that thing
I mean the slide trombone
Oh, Charley, play that thing
I mean the slide trombone

Make it talk, Make it sing
I mean the slide trombone

Now you ain’t seen such movin’ hips
Like when the trombone’s to his lips
Charley Green, play that thing
I mean the slide trombone

Oh, yeah, I mean the slide trombone

San Francisco Bay Blues

length: 2:47

Washington At Valley Forge

length: 3:54

La Bamba

length: 2:49
composer: [traditional]
lyricist: [traditional]

Seek And You Shall Find

length: 2:51
writer: [traditional]

Woke Up This Morning

length: 2:08