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Van Morrison song lyrics:
T. B. Sheets
(see Discography entry)

  1. He Ain't Give You None
  2. Beside You
  3. It's All Right
  4. Madame George
  5. T.B. Sheets
  6. Who Drove The Red Sports Car
  7. Ro Ro Rosey
  8. Brown Eyed Girl

Up He Ain't Give You None

Words and music by Van Morrison

Little gal, little girl
Lord, you know it's true
Little gal, little girl,
Lord, you know it's true,
I don't want to stop
Rockin' and rollin' with you.
Are you gonna let me stand alone,
Are you gonna let me stand alone,
Caught you this mornin'
Before your Daddy came home.
And I've done more for you
Than your Daddy has ever done,
I've done more for you
Than your Daddy has ever done
Gave you my jelly roll
And he ain't give you none.

Don't you ever go down
Down on Kersian [Curzon?] Street, It's bad
Don't you ever go down
Down on Kersian [Curzon?] Street
That's where old John
Flogs his daily meat
Maybe sometime he says leave the
Little boy and the girl behind
I got messed up round somewhere
Called the Notting Hill Gate
I lived there for awhile
But I moved out
And when I moved out
I was in such a state
I've never gone back there, but
I'm sure I done more for you
Than you Daddy has ever done baby
Made you learn your syllables.
Done more for you
Than your Daddy has ever done
Gave you my jelly roll
And he ain't give you none.

Up Beside You

Words and music by Van Morrison

Little Jimmy's gone way out of the back streets
Out of the window, into the falling rain,
And he's right on time, right on time.
That's why Broken Arrow waved his finger
Down the road so dark and narrow
In the evening just before the Sunday six-bells chime
And way out on the highway
All the dogs are barkin' way down below
And you wander away from your hillside retreated view
Went to wanderin' Nordhbridge way out on the railroad
Together all the tipping trucks will unload
All the scrapbooks built together stuck with glue
And I'll stand beside you, beside you

Oh child, to never wonder why
To never, never, never, never wonder why at all
To never, never, never, never wonder why
It's gotta be, it has to be

Across the crystal pavements
Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide
The dynamo of your smile caressed the
Barefoot virgin child
To wander past your window in the nighttime cross the floor
Crying as ecstasy surrounds you
Through the night air your proud time Is open
Go well against the pointed idle breeze

Past the footlights of the brazen silence easy
In the night you cry and you want spirits to tell you
Everything's alright
Go ahead and do it one more time baby
You're satisfied I guess, you're way up and the sky comes down
Kaleidoscope

Open and just hold the lantern in the doorway,
For the freedom of it.
And you take the night air through your nostrils and you breathe
In out, in out
And you breathe just like that, just like that

How does it get you when it gets you
When it gets ya
You may not know it's got you until you turn around
And I'll point a finger at you, point a finger at you
You say which way, which way
That's alright, we've gotten hip to it
Goin' to do it right now.
Behind you
Beside you, beside you

Oh child to never wonder why
To never, never, never, never wonder why at all
Never never never never wonder why at all.

Up It's All Right

Words and music by Van Morrison

If it matters how you do it,
And how you do it it's your thing.
If it matters which way you go,
That's your way to go.
And if you get it like that,
That's the way you get it,
'Cause you get it like that
When you want to be that way,
When you wanna be that way,
That's the way you wanna be, see.

Hey! It's all right.
Hey!
Yeah, its all right.

Now that you try to do to me
Out there a-walkin' doesn't matter, baby
Ain't no question, no suggestion
Nothin' in my mind that can't be
Shut out when I want it to be
Nothin' in yours that can't be kept in
When you open it up and lose it
And nothin' you can't let out
If it's got to be let out, just let it out
And don't worry which way it goes.

Chorus

Now how can I tell you that I love you
How can I say so many words and so many syllables
In such a short space of time as this
Just turn it on and soak it in
And let it run off the walls
And let it down, keep it, and don't lose it
Or confuse it
It's just right there layin' open
Completely open for everybody to see
Yeah, you got it.

Chorus

Up Madam George

Words and music by Van Morrison

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a child-like vision leaping into view.
The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy; Madam George.
Marching with the soldierboy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine
And the smell of sweet perfume comes drifting thru
In the cool night breeze like Shalimar
And then your self control lets go
And suddenly you're up against the bathroom door.
The hallway lights are finely getting dim
You're in the front row touching him
And outside they're making all the stops
The kinds out in the streets collecting bottle tops,
Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, Madam George
And that's when you fall, Oh,
Oh, that's when you fall

And you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madam George
And you think you've found your bag,
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
And in the corner playing dominoes in drag,
The one and only Madam George
And outside the frosty window raps
She says "Be cool, I think that it's the cops"
Stands up, drops everything she gots,
It's not easy now you know
Now you know you gotta go
Catch a train from Dublin up to Sandy Row,
In the wind, rain & fog & slush & snow
Keep on going on
Say good-bye we know you're pretty far out
And all the little boys comin' round
They got gold cigarette lighters in their pockets
Walking away from it all, so cool.
That's when you fall.

Fade

Up T.B. Sheets

Words and music by Van Morrison

Now listen Julie baby,
It ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight,
It ain't natural for you to cry
Way in the midnight through,
Until the wee small hours
Long 'fore the break of dawn, oh Lord.

Now Julie there ain't nothin' on my mind
More further away than what you're lookin' for,
I see the way they jump at me
Lord, from behind the door, and look into my eyes,
Your little star stuck innuendows,
Inadequacies, foreign bodies.

And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain, oh, Lord.

So open up the window and let me breathe,
I said, open up the window and let me breathe
I'm looking down to the street below
Lord, I cried for you, Oh, Lord.

The cool room, Lord, is a fool's room,
The cool room, Lord, is a fool's room,
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, on your sick bed.

I gotta go, l gotta,
And you said, please stay.
I want, I want a drink of water,
I want a drink of water,
I went to the kitchen to get me a drink of water,

I gotta go baby.
I send, I send, I send somebody around her later,
You know we got John comin' around
Later with a bottle of wine for you, babe.

The cool room Lord, is a fool's room
The cool room Lord, is a fool's room
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
I gotta go.

Send 'round, send one that grumbles later on,
Will see what I can pick up for ya,
I got a few things gotta do,
Don't worry about it,
Don't worry about it, don't worry, up up go go go
I gotta go,
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,
And all right, all right,

I turned on the radio, if you wanna hear a few tunes,
I'll turn the radio on for you
There you go, there go, there you go, baby, there you go.

Up Who Drove The Red Sports Car?

Words and music by Van Morrison

Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summer time
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read between the lines
And who said follow the man it's your only chance
Sit on your throne, you got to make it on your own, on your own

And who said
Look at you, look at you
You got jam on your face and
Who did your homework and read your Bible,
And signed your name everyplace and
Who said fortunes untold don't go by gold,
You're much better known
You got to make it on your own, on your own.

And do you remember, do you remember
I said a long time ago when I came walkin' down
I came walkin' down
Maggie's place
It started comin' on rain,
It started comin' on rain,
'Cause I had nothin' on but a shirt
And a pair of pants
And I was gettin' wet,
And I was gettin' wet,
Saturated, saturated
And Maggie opened up the window
And Jane swung out her right arm,
She said, Hi! I said, Hi! ya.
How're your doin' baby.
She said, Come on in out of the rain
Come on in out of the rain, Lord,
Come on in out of the rain.

Sit down by the fireside
Dry yourself,
Do, do it,
I got caught,
I got caught,
In a bag.

Up Ro Ro Rosey

Words and Music by Van Morrison

Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosey,
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosey,
You're the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie.

She's just sixteen,
She's not yet grown,
She never goes out on her own
She lives way up on the Avenue of Trees,
Where I chanced to walk in the cool night breeze,
And I, I see her face, her smile, her hair
I cry oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosey
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosey
You're the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie.

She come on walkin' down the avenue
I said, Baby, can I come in?
Baby, can I come in?
She said, I love you baby
I said, Do you, do you, do you, do you love me?

Ro to ro to ro ro ro Rosey
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro Rosey
You're the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie.

Up Brown Eyed Girl

Words and music by Van Morrison

Hey where did we go,
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow,
Playin' a new game,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down the old mind
With a transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and sliding
All along the water fall, with you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

So hard to find my way,
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My how you have grown,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da.

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