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Before daylight


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JE S U S & JOHNNY WA L KE R

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JES U S & JOHNNY WA L KE R 5:37 2 HANGM A N’ S T RE E 4:50 3 THE PE ACE OF DA RKNE S S 3:57 4 MAM A ’ S BA BY 4:29 5 THE SA M E COL OR 4:58 6 THE ROA D BACK HOM E 6:05 7 BEFORE DAY L IGHT 4:20 THE BOOKLET  8 GOIN ’ DOWN T HE ROA D 3:48 WILLL BE GLUED  9 AMERICA N DRE A M 3:31 ON THIS PAGE 10 DEAD BY NOW 4:29 1

DFGCD 8761

THE BOOKLET  WILLL BE GLUED  ON THIS PAGE

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e-mail : dixiefrog.pl @ dixiefrog.com Made in Austria


G U ITA R S P LAY ED BY N EA L B LAC K FO R T H IS A LB U M ; N EA L BLACK Vocals, Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Slide Guitar, Dobro M I KE LAT T RE LL Piano, Hammond Organ, Mandolin, Accordion KRI S JE F F E RS ON Bass Guitar, Tambourine, Shakers DAV E BO WLE R Drums, Congas BA KO MI K AE LI AN Harmonica RA NDY H Acoustic Rhythm Guitar Recorded at Emanaprod Studios, Valflaunes, France Recording Engineer - Lois Eichelbrenner Mixdown by Sylvain Morel, Neal Black At M-Lab Studios, Toulouse, France

LAG LOUISIANNE LAG ROXANNE “NEAL BLACK 13 “SIGNATURE MODEL LAG IMPERATOR TYPE 15 CUSTOM SHOP Neal Black LAG IMPERATOR TYPE 50 CUSTOM SHOP LAG PRIMAVERA ACOUSTIC LAG TRAMONTANE ACOUSTIC Neal“ERIC BlackJOHNSON “SIGNATURE FENDER STRATOCASTER GIBSON LES PAUL 60'S TRIBUTE

J E S U S & J O H N N Y WA L K E R HANGMAN’S TREE

TH E P E AC E O F DA R K N E S S Neal Black

M A M A ’ S BA BY Willie Dixon – Chester Burnett

T H E SA M E C O L O R

Produced by NE A L BLACK Photos by Patrick Canigher Artwork by Bruno Boussard, les.archers@free.fr

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Neal Black

B E FO R E DAY L I G H T

S PE CI A L T HA NKS Petra Gehrmann & Metisse Music Philippe Langlois & Dixiefrog Records Aurelie Roquet & On The Road Again Prod Michel Chavarria & Lag Guitars Laly Meignan Fred Chapellier Jean-Guy & M-Lab Studios Betty & Scottprod Dani Vazzoler & Goodtimes Booking Tony Joe Gardner & Bluesfocus Blues Collective Radio France Gerd & Gabriele Huke & Wendelstein Music Service Franky & Emanaprod Studios

Neal Black

T H E R OA D BAC K H O M E Neal Black – Gib Wharton

G O I N ’ D O W N T H E R OA D MANAGEMENT & BOOKINGS CONTACT

Stephan : 3valley.prod@gmail.com WEBS ITES

www.nealblack.net www.bluesweb.com FAN CLUB E- MAIL

nealblack13@gmail.com

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LAG GUITARS) MARSHALL AMPLIFIERS SEYMOUR DUNCAN Neal BlackPICK-UPS IT-11 GUITAR PEDALS TOUGHER THAN LEATHER GUITAR STRAPS

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Publishing METISSE MUSIC (except tracks 4, 8) 319


D EAD BY N O W He ride a half dead mule through a texas hurricane JEStheUcrips S on the midnight A train Trippin’ with the bloods and Wearing Ray Charles shades & looking for the main vein He got a dynamite timer for a pocketwatch Doing 90 miles an hour then he kick it up a notch Just like 007, he’s been shaken but he never stirred Sister Theresa beat him for confession But he never said a single word Doctor called the nurse on the telephone He said this man is going down Well he openened up one eye And said if I was gonna die I would have been dead by now His daddy was a redneck soul brother, he’s the 7th illegitimate son He got a neon peace sign sticker on the barrel of a sawed off shotgun He’s a child of halloween plays russian roulette for fun H N NearY on the jail cell wall He’s hangin’ Van JO Gogh’s Just to hear WALKER a rat piss on a cotton ball Born in a whisky barrel rollin’ down a deadman’s hill Mama spoonfed him gasoline and a bottle of cyanide pills

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J E S U S & J O H N N Y WA L K E R You got to let Jesus or Johnny Walker take your hand The startedWalker diggingmakes up a hole A little bit ofundertaker Jesus and Johnny a better man Heout saidonthis is going down When you’re theman street and you can’t go home openened up one eyelow YouWell got he so high that you feelin’ if I was gonna You got to letAnd Jesussaid or Johnny Walkerdie take your hand I would have been dead by now Johnny Walker he gonna help us all understand He sleeps onJesus a bedand of stone in aare back parlor Somealone believe the devil thealley samefuneral old man He’s a On sideshow mainpeople attraction working as a rattlesnake charmer the corner shouting hallelujah to the king He’s Baby wanted by theand mafiosa he wears plated armor voodoo religion it’s thegold same damnbody thing He Let keeps a woman satisfied with hisyour voodoo Jesus or Johnny Walker take handpole But he never fell in love cause thats a deep dark hole Drinkin’ marys every morning in the graveyard Jesusbloody died for someones sins but they weren’t mineshade HeAnd playsasolitaire with blames tarot cards made out ofeverytime razor blades guilty sinner Johnny Walker When your dead bones are shaking in snow filled grave called the on the AndDoctor you’re waitin’ for nurse the angels totelephone take you away He said this man is going Let Jesus or Johnny Walker takedown your hand Well he openened up one eye And said if I waspower gonnatodiekeep movin’ on Sometimes you need a higher I would have beenwill dead by now A holy spirit thats 96 proof make you feel strong There’s a bible and bottle you got to choose your friend And both of them are liars in the end Let Jesus or Johnny Walker take your hand 175


H AN GMAN ’ S TR EE My baby she stole my pistol While I lay there in my bed asleep She shot my brother Dand took his gold AMERICAN REAM And told the sheriff it was me These we don’t praythe much Now I’mdays runnin’ through rainanymore in Mississippi I hear sherriffs’ hounds mypoor feet Even Godthe don’t love you whenhowlin’ you getat this the woman I loved We got bars onAnd the windows andthat guns behind the door with thewe judge We were livingShe’s largedancing on credit cards can’t pay for Down at the hangman’s tree And a lifestyle beyond our means Now laying around Thewe’re hangin’ rope is dry the andshack ready Dreaming about sack the american dream They got a gunny to cover up my head Pine box waitin’ in a wagon off the side JuryFBI didn’t hearevery a word I said The heard word Of my private telephone conversation The judge he said boy get me some money The only jobI’ll anlet honest manaway can find these days And you walk I guarantee Is selling classifiednight information Or tomorrow at nine OldYou'll republicans and democrats be swinging from a line Down atallthe They’re thehangman’s same liarstree Divide us and conquer is the scheme I I’m spoke the truth swore the it onshack the bible gonna lay around But nothin’ about the truth will set me free Dreaming about thefor american dream Justice it ain’t blind people of my kind It sees just what it wants to see A poor boy is always born guilty They lock him up and throw away the key And the woman that he loves She’s dancing with the judge Down at the hangman’s tree 14 6

TH E P E AC E O F DA R K N E S S Night time please come soon Bring the peace of your darkness into my room Kill this day when it all went wrong The sunlight only shines on the woman that I want gone Drugs and money, crime and bling bling Prisoners of a love And the that’s rising long pricesince of gaspassed Just two lonely hearts that died to make it last And daddys little achey breaky baby girlin my bed When I wake up in the morning you’re the stranger Onbetter the MTV ass met I knew you baby shakin before that we ever We got some beautiful prisons from coast to coast doWilliams we lie to each other AndWhy Hank and old Jim Beam About understand I’m what gonnawelaydon’t around the shack Why was I born to bethe this kind of dream man And dream about american You better leave now baby cause it won’t get any better all want linedto uphear to buy that AndWe’re I don’t how I letnew youI-phone down Made slavesit’ll in China Don't tell mama thebytruth only upset her Ain't nobodyiswants watch a sinking man drown Grandma drunk,toshe’s driving home from bingo And the police are right behind her Paralyzed by the hatred you made me feel The american ambassador peace Korea Sickened by the memories of usof that wereinnot real a brother from a basketball team ComeIs on now baby give me one last kiss I’mthe gonna lay around theon shack Let me taste poison of the lies your lips And dream about the american dream Why do you cry and pretend you don’t understand Don’t you try to blame me this is all out of my hands We already know things ain’t getting better And I don’t want to hear how I let you down Don’t tell mama the truth it’ll only upset her Ain’t nobody wants to watch a sinking man drown 7 15


TH E SAME CO LO R We’re all the same color when we suffer We all feel the same when we lose We all run inside when it rains In this hard life everybody pays their dues Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues We’re all the same color when we’re hungry And a woman has no color when she’s been abused When a young man dies for no reason Everybody is hurt and confused Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues Yea we’re all the same color when we cry And I bleed the same color just like you When we watch the children play I see there’s no color they choose Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues We’re all the same color when we’re lonely And everybody’s been lied to and used There is no color when you’re poor And everybody knows it’s true Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues Yea we’re all the same color when we love each other 12 8

B E FO R E DAY L I G H T When you find yourself in unfamiliar places Surrounded by strangers with masks on their faces They’re all hiding in a midnight bottle and a cloud of blue smoke Everybody’s laughing but they just don’t get the joke I gotta make a move because the groove up here it just ain’t right I gotta get out of here before daylight Well the queen of the party she’s a vampires’ clown She’s got a maybelline smile thats long since gone south The ace of spades is drinking wine and doing cocaine And his future is in serious doubt I gotta make a move because the groove up here it just ain’t right I gotta get out of here before daylight Yea you smoked up your bus ticket to nowhere And now you’re hitching a ride alone in the rain And you finally figured out that you don’t care If you ever see those people again I’m tired of all you monkeys and fools in this town Nobody wants to help when I’m coming down I gotta make a move because the groove up here it just ain’t right I gotta get out of here before daylight

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TH E ROAD BACK HO M E The parade will end with trash in the wind And a soldier forgotten tomorrow The only thing the warrior brings Back home from the battle is sorrow Yesterday’s hero is coming down hard And it was just a matter of time Well he’s always alone because that’s the best place to be When you know you’re losing your mind Heroes fall the hard way Never get back up on their own And it always rains on the road going back home Brother you said you’d change But your back in the game Out here in the alley bleeding Take my hand I’ll carry you out again But I can’t give you what you’re needing You’re running from ghosts and everbodys tired Of watching you fight your demons Like a rat in a cage you can’t turn the page And you choose to surrender your freedom I’ll remember you as you were my friend Not the evil you have become

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And it always rains on the road going back home A lovers souvenirs fade through the years And her memories are colored with lies The secrets she kept in the beds where they slept Her shame was perfectly disguised At night when they dream They dream of each other While someone else lays at their side She swore to her friends she’d never see him again But tonight she’s taking that ride And a lovers promises will not fade to dust Once they’re written in stone And it always rains on the road going back home

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TH E SAME CO LO R We’re all the same color when we suffer We all feel the same when we lose We all run inside when it rains In this hard life everybody pays their dues Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues We’re all the same color when we’re hungry And a woman has no color when she’s been abused When a young man dies for no reason Everybody is hurt and confused Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues Yea we’re all the same color when we cry And I bleed the same color just like you When we watch the children play I see there’s no color they choose Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues We’re all the same color when we’re lonely And everybody’s been lied to and used There is no color when you’re poor And everybody knows it’s true Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues Yea we’re all the same color when we get the blues Yea we’re all the same color when we love each other 128

B E FO R E DAY L I G H T When you find yourself in unfamiliar places Surrounded by strangers with masks on their faces They’re all hiding in a midnight bottle and a cloud of blue smoke Everybody’s laughing but they just don’t get the joke I gotta make a move because the groove up here it just ain’t right I gotta get out of here before daylight Well the queen of the party she’s a vampires’ clown She’s got a maybelline smile thats long since gone south The ace of spades is drinking wine and doing cocaine And his future is in serious doubt I gotta make a move because the groove up here it just ain’t right I gotta get out of here before daylight Yea you smoked up your bus ticket to nowhere And now you’re hitching a ride alone in the rain And you finally figured out that you don’t care If you ever see those people again I’m tired of all you monkeys and fools in this town Nobody wants to help when I’m coming down I gotta make a move because the groove up here it just ain’t right I gotta get out of here before daylight

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H AN GMAN ’ S TR EE My baby she stole my pistol While I lay there in my bed asleep She shot my brother and took M his gold AMERICAN D REA And told the sheriff it was me days wethrough don’t pray NowThese I’m runnin’ the much rain inanymore Mississippi I hear thedon’t sherriffs’ howlin’ at my Even God lovehounds you when you get thisfeet poor And womanand thatguns I loved We got bars on thethe windows behind the door She’slarge dancing with cards the judge We were living on credit we can’t pay for Down at the hangman’s tree And a lifestyle beyond our means Now we’re laying theready shack The hangin’ rope isaround dry and Dreaming about thetoamerican They got a gunny sack cover up dream my head Pine box waitin’ in a wagon off the side Jury hear aevery wordword I said Thedidn’t FBI heard Of my private telephone conversation The judge he said boy get me some money TheAnd only I’ll job let an you honest man canI guarantee find these days walk away IsOr selling classified information tomorrow night at nine Old republicans and democrats You'll be swinging from a line Down at the tree They’re all hangman’s the same liars Divide us and conquer is the scheme I spoke truth it on bible I’m the gonna layswore around thethe shack But nothin’ about the truth will set me free Dreaming american Justice it ain’tabout blind the for people of dream my kind It sees just what it wants to see

T H E P E AC E O F DA R K N E S S Night time please come soon Bring the peace of your darkness into my room Kill this day when it all went wrong The sunlight only shines on the woman that I want gone Drugs and money, crime and bling bling Prisoners of athe love that’s longofsince And rising price gas passed Just two lonely hearts that died to make it last And daddys little achey breaky girl in my bed When I wake up in the morning you’re thebaby stranger MTV shakin that I knewOn youthe better baby before weass ever met We got some beautiful prisons from coast to coast Why do we lie to each And Hank Williams and oldother Jim Beam About whatlay wearound don’t understand I’m gonna the shack Why was I born be american this kind of man And dream abouttothe dream You better leave now baby cause it won’t get any better We’re all lined uptotohear buyhow that Inew I-phone And I don’t want let you down China Don't tell Made mama by theslaves truthinit’ll only upset her Ain't nobody wantsshe’s to watch a sinking man drown Grandma is drunk, driving home from bingo And the police are right behind her Paralyzed by the hatred you made me feel The american ambassador in Korea Sickened by the memories of of us peace that were not real Is a brother basketball Come on nowfrom baby agive me one team last kiss lay around Let meI’m tastegonna the poison of thethe liesshack on your lips And dream about the american dream Why do you cry and pretend you don’t understand Don’t you try to blame me this is all out of my hands

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We already know things ain’t getting better And I don’t want to hear how I let you down Don’t tell mama the truth it’ll only upset her Ain’t nobody wants to watch a sinking man drown

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D EAD BY N O W He ride a half dead mule through a texas hurricane JES S on the midnight A train Trippin’ with the bloods and theUcrips Wearing Ray Charles shades & looking for the main vein He got a dynamite timer for a pocketwatch Doing 90 miles an hour then he kick it up a notch Just like 007, he’s been shaken but he never stirred Sister Theresa beat him for confession But he never said a single word Doctor called the nurse on the telephone He said this man is going down Well he openened up one eye And said if I was gonna die I would have been dead by now His daddy was a redneck soul brother, he’s the 7th illegitimate son He got a neon peace sign sticker on the barrel of a sawed off shotgun He’s a child of halloween plays russian roulette for fun JO H N ear N Yon the jail cell wall He’s hangin’ Van Gogh’s Just to hear aWALKER rat piss on a cotton ball Born in a whisky barrel rollin’ down a deadman’s hill Mama spoonfed him gasoline and a bottle of cyanide pills

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J E S U S & J O H N N Y WA L K E R You got to let Jesus or Johnny Walker take your hand The startedWalker diggingmakes up a hole A little bit of undertaker Jesus and Johnny a better man Heout saidonthis is and going down When you’re theman street you can’t go home hehigh openened up feelin’ one eyelow YouWell got so that you if I was Walker gonna die You got to letAnd Jesussaid or Johnny take your hand I would have been dead by now Johnny Walker he gonna help us all understand He sleeps a bed of the stone in aare back parlor Some alone believeonJesus and devil thealley samefuneral old man He’s aOn sideshow mainpeople attraction working as a rattlesnake charmer the corner shouting hallelujah to the king He’sBaby wanted by theand mafiosa he it’s wears voodoo religion thegold sameplated damnbody thingarmor HeLet keeps a woman satisfied with hisyour voodoo Jesus or Johnny Walker take handpole But he never fell in love cause thats a deep dark hole Drinkin’ every sins morning in the graveyard Jesusbloody died formarys someones but they weren’t mineshade HeAnd playsa solitaire withblames tarot cards made out ofeverytime razor blades guilty sinner Johnny Walker When your dead bones are shaking in snow filled grave called the nurse on the And Doctor you’re waitin’ for the angels to telephone take you away He or said this man is going Let Jesus Johnny Walker takedown your hand Well he openened up one eye said if I waspower gonnatodie Sometimes youAnd need a higher keep movin’ on I would have been dead by now A holy spirit thats 96 proof will make you feel strong There’s a bible and bottle you got to choose your friend And both of them are liars in the end Let Jesus or Johnny Walker take your hand 17 5


G U ITA R S P LAY ED BY N EA L B LAC K FO R T H IS A LB U M ; N EA L BLACK Vocals, Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Slide Guitar, Dobro M I KE LAT T RE LL Piano, Hammond Organ, Mandolin, Accordion KRI S JE F F E RS ON Bass Guitar, Tambourine, Shakers DAV E BO WLE R Drums, Congas BA KO MI K AE LI AN Harmonica RA NDY H Acoustic Rhythm Guitar Recorded at Emanaprod Studios, Valflaunes, France Recording Engineer - Lois Eichelbrenner Mixdown by Sylvain Morel, Neal Black At M-Lab Studios, Toulouse, France

LAG LOUISIANNE LAG ROXANNE “NEAL BLACK 13 “SIGNATURE MODEL LAG IMPERATOR TYPE 15 CUSTOM SHOP Neal Black LAG IMPERATOR TYPE 50 CUSTOM SHOP LAG PRIMAVERA ACOUSTIC LAG TRAMONTANE ACOUSTIC Neal“ERIC Black FENDER STRATOCASTER JOHNSON “SIGNATURE GIBSON LES PAUL 60'S TRIBUTE

J E S U S & J O H N N Y WA L K E R HANGMAN’S TREE

TH E P E AC E O F DA R K N E S S Neal Black

M A M A ’ S BA BY Willie Dixon – Chester Burnett

T H E SA M E C O L O R

Produced by NE A L BLACK Photos by Patrick Canigher Artwork by Bruno Boussard, les.archers@free.fr

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Neal Black

B E FO R E DAY L I G H T

S PE CI A L T HA NKS Petra Gehrmann & Metisse Music Philippe Langlois & Dixiefrog Records Aurelie Roquet & On The Road Again Prod Michel Chavarria & Lag Guitars Laly Meignan Fred Chapellier Jean-Guy & M-Lab Studios Betty & Scottprod Dani Vazzoler & Goodtimes Booking Tony Joe Gardner & Bluesfocus Blues Collective Radio France Gerd & Gabriele Huke & Wendelstein Music Service Franky & Emanaprod Studios

Neal Black

T H E R OA D BAC K H O M E Neal Black – Gib Wharton

G O I N ’ D O W N T H E R OA D MANAGEMENT & BOOKINGS CONTACT

Stephan : 3valley.prod@gmail.com WEBS ITES

www.nealblack.net www.bluesweb.com FAN CLUB E- MAIL

nealblack13@gmail.com

Traditional / Arr. Neal Black

A M E R I CA N D R E A M

N Neal E A L BBlack L A C K– Mike E N D O Lattrell RSES :

LAG GUITARS) MARSHALL AMPLIFIERS SEYMOURNeal DUNCAN BlackPICK-UPS IT-11 GUITAR PEDALS TOUGHER THAN LEATHER GUITAR STRAPS

D E A D BY N O W

Publishing METISSE MUSIC (except tracks 4, 8) 19 3


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