Upcoming Concerts for Guy Davis
Top Songs By Guy Davis
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barry Phillips
Cello
Ben Burdick
Lead Guitar
Bo Ramsey
Electric Guitar
Cam Salay
Banjo
Cisco Gilliland
Drums
Claude Castonguay
Keyboards
Cliff Eberhardt
Vocals
Dave Ray
Slide Guitar
David Webb
Piano
David Zollo
Keyboards
Doug Robinson
Bass Guitar
Eliza Gilkyson
Vocals
Geoff Kelly
Whistle
Greg Brown
Vocals
John Platania
Electric Guitar
Jon Herington
Acoustic Guitar
Levon Helm
Drums
Lucy Kaplansky
Vocals
Maggie Roche
Vocals
Mark Murphy
Bass
Martin Simpson
Vocals
Matt Andes
Slide Guitar
Michelle Campagne
Vocals
Norman Blake
Guitar
Paul Campagne
Acoustic Guitar
Peter Ostroushko
Fiddle
Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Vocals
Randy McCullough
Bass
Rick Cicalo
Bass
Rosalie Sorrels
Vocals
Shannon Saunders
Fiddle
Steve Hayes
Drums
Stewart Lerman
Vocals
Suzanne Campagne
Vocals
Suzzy Roche
Vocals
Tobin Frank
Bass
Todd Johnson
Drums
Tom Landa
Guitar
Tom Wolk
Accordion
anny Godinez
Nylon-String Guitar
Lyrics
Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain't here
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal
You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before you came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed
They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Written by: Bob Dylan