Elton John – Hey Papa Legba

Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

He would recount the stories he had learned so well
Fourteen years is a long time in one cell
When the pipe is passed the opium does its rounds
Papa Legba sitting pretty in a chicken little town

His textured skin, like leather in the sun
Fingers beating hard upon a native drum
He picks his teeth with a splintered back rib bone
Papa Legba bears his fangs and lays alone

Hey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-do
Hey Papa Legba, no one gonna bother you
Hey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-do
Shake Papa Legba, no one’s gonna bother you tonight, alright

He was free to dance alone where the spirits run
His almond eyes would twinkle on a hundred sons
His champagne toast and white meat on a spit
Papa Legba’s drunken with a smile upon his lips

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Elton John – The Ballad Of danny Bailey (1909-34)

Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn’t handle
Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life
And there’s not many knew him the way that we did
Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren’t most hungry kids

Now it’s all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger’s dead
I guess the cops won again
Now it’s all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in

We’re running short of heroes back up here in the hills
Without Danny Bailey we’re gonna have to break up our stills
So mark his grave well `cause Kentucky loved him
Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him
And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by
A running gun youngster in a sad restless age

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