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Tom Jones
Tom Jones


Background information
Birth name Thomas John Woodward
Born June 7, 1940
Born place Trefforest, Pontypridd, Wales, UK
Genre(s) Pop
Blues
Blue-eyed soul
Years active 1963—present
Label(s) Epic Records
S-Curve Records
Columbia Records
V2 Records
Mercury Records
Interscope Records
Jive Records
Gut Records
ZTT Records
Website Website



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Tom Jones Album


Praise & Blame (07/26/2010)
07/26/2010
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Lord Help The Poor & Needy
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Strange Things Happen Everyday
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You Don't Knock
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What Good Am I

What good am I - if I'm like all the rest
If I just turn away - when I see how you're dressed
If I shut myself off - so I can't hear you cry
What good am I?

What good am I - if I know and don't do
If I see and don't say - if I look straight through you
If I turn a deaf ear - to the thundering sky
What good am I?

What good am I - while you softly weep
And I hear in my head - what you say in your sleep
And I freeze in the moment - like the rest who don't try
What good am I?
What good am I?

What good am I then - to others and me
If I've had every chance - and yet still fail to see
With my hands tied must I - not wonder within
Who tied them and why - and where must I have been?

What good am I if I say foolish things
And I laugh in the face - of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back - while you silently die
What good am I?
What good am I?
What good am I?

. . .

Lord Help The Poor & Needy

[No lyrics]

. . .


When I close my eyes, so I would not see,
My Lord did trouble me.
When I let things stand that should not be,
My Lord did trouble me.

Did trouble me,
With a word or a sign,
With a ring of a bell in the back of my mind.
Did trouble me,
Did stir my soul,
For to make me human, to make me whole.

When I slept too long and I slept too deep,
Put a worrisome vision into my sleep.
When I held myself away and apart,
And the tears of my brother didn't move my heart.

Did trouble me,
With a word and a sign,
With a ringing of a bell in the back of my mind.
Did trouble me,
Did stir my soul
For to make me human, to make me whole.

And of this I'm sure, of this I know:
My Lord will trouble me.
Whatever I do, wherever I go,
My Lord will trouble me.

In the whisper of the wind, in the rhythm of a song
My Lord will trouble me.
To keep me on the path where I belong,
My Lord will trouble me.

Will trouble me,
With a word or a sign,
With the ringing of a bell in the back of my mind.
Will trouble me,
Will stir my soul,
For to make me human, to make me whole.

To make me human, to make me whole.

. . .

Strange Things Happen Everyday

[No lyrics]

. . .


I'm goin' down
To the church house
Get down
On my bended knee

Deacon Jones
Pray for me
Deacon Jones
Please pray for me

Maybe there ain't no Heaven
Maybe there ain't no Hell
Maybe there ain't no Heaven
No burnin' Hell

No
Hey, hey

I'm goin' down
To the crossroads
With no devil
Will I make a deal

Well, I'm goin' down
To the crossroads
With no devil
Will I make a deal

Maybe there ain't no Heaven
No burnin' Hell
Maybe there ain't no Heaven
No burnin' Hell

No
Hey

When I die
Where will I go?
When I die
Where will I go?

Somebody tell me
Will somebody tell me?
Somebody, please tell me
Where will I go?

Maybe there ain't no Heaven
Maybe there ain't no Hell
No Heaven
No burnin' Hell

Maybe there ain't no Heaven
Maybe there ain't no Hell
Maybe there ain't no Heaven
No burnin' Hell

No
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm goin' down
To the church house
Get down

. . .


Down a dangerous road
I have come to where I'm standing
With a heavy heart
And my hat clutched in my hand

Such a foolish man
God ain't known no greater sinner
I have come in search of Jesus
Hoping he will understand

I had a woman once
She was kind and she was gentle
Had a child by me
Who grew up to be a man

I had a steady job
'Til I started into drinking
Started playing music
Traveling with the devil's band

Oh, the years flew by
Like a mighty rush of eagles
My dreams and plans
Were all scattered in the wind

It's a lonesome life
When you lose the ones you live for
If I make my peace with Jesus
Will He take me back again?

If I give my soul
Will He stop my hands from shaking?
If I give my soul
Will my son love me again?

If I give my soul
And she knows I really mean it
If I give my soul to Jesus
Will she take me back again?

If I give my soul
Will he clean these clothes I'm wearin'?
If I give my soul
Will he put new boots on my feet?

If I bow my head
And beg God for His forgiveness
Will He breathe new breath within me
And bring her back to me?

. . .

You Don't Knock

[No lyrics]

. . .


Nobody's fault but mine
Nobody's fault but mine
If I die and my soul be lost
Nobody's fault but mine

My sister taught me how to read
My sister taught me how to read
If I die and my soul be lost
Nobody's fault but mine

I got a Bible in my home
I got a Bible in my home
If I don't read, my soul be lost
Nobody's fault but mine

Nobody's fault but mine
Nobody's fault but mine
If I die and my soul be lost
Nobody's fault but mine

I've got good lovin' in my home
I've got good love in my home
If I leave that love behind
Nobody's fault but mine

Nobody's fault but mine
Nobody's fault but mine
If I die and my soul be lost
Nobody's fault but mine

My mother taught me how to pray
My mother taught me how to pray
If I die and my soul be lost
Nobody's fault but mine

Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Mmm, mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm, hmm
Nobody's fault but mine

. . .


Oh, well, didn't it
Rain, children?
Rain, oh, my Lord

Oh, didn't it
(Rain?)
Didn't it
(Rain?)

Didn't it
Oh, oh, my Lord
Didn't it rain?

Well, it rained for 40 days and 40 nights without stopping
Noah was glad when the rain stopped dropping
Knock on the windows, knock on the door
Come home, brother Noah, can't you take no more?

Oh, my brothers, you're full of sin
God has the key and you can't get in
Oh, would you listen to it rainin'?
Just listen to it rainin'

Oh, didn't it
Rain, children?
Rain, oh, my Lord

Didn't it
(Rain?)
Didn't it
(Rain?)

Didn't it
Oh, oh, my Lord
Didn't it rain?

God sent a raven to spread the news
Hoist his wings and away he flew
Into the north and to the south
And to the east and to the west

All day
(All day)
And all night
(All night)

All night
(All night)
And all day
(All day)

Oh, didn't it
Rain, children?
Rain, oh, my Lord

Oh, didn't it
(Rain?)
Didn't it
(Rain?)

Didn't it
Oh, oh, my Lord
Didn't it rain?

Yeah

Didn't it
Rain, children?
Rain, oh, my Lord

Oh, didn't it
(Rain?)
Didn't it
(Rain?)

Didn't it
Oh, oh, my Lord
Didn't it rain?

Yes, didn't it
Rain, children?
Rain, oh, my Lord

Oh, didn't it
(Rain?)
Didn't it
(Rain?)

Didn't it
Oh, oh, my Lord
Didn't it rain?

Oh, would you listen
How it's rainin'?
Just listen
How it's rainin'

Some cryin'
Some prayin'
Some runnin'
Some hidin'

Oh, would you listen
How it's rainin'?
Just listen
How it's rainin'

Some moanin'
Some groanin'
Some cryin'
Some prayin'

Oh, would you listen
How it's rainin'?
Just listen
How it's rainin'

Moanin'
Groanin'
Cryin'
Prayin'

Oh, would you listen
How it's rainin'
Listen
How it's rainin'

Rainin'
Rainin'
Rainin'
Rainin'

. . .


Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Oh, when I hear that trumpet sound
I'm gonna get up out of this ground
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

Go down yonder, Gabriel
Put your foot on the land and sea
Oh, Gabriel, don't you blow your horn
Until you hear from me

I look way over yonder
What do you think I see?
I see a band of angels
Coming after me

And then I looked way down the river
I saw the people dressed in white
I knew it was God's people
'Cause I saw them doing right

Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Oh, when I hear the trumpet sound
I'm gonna get up out of this ground
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

I'm going down to the River Jordan
Gonna bury my knees in the sand
Holler "Ah, Hosanna"
Till I reach that promised land

And when I look way over yonder
What do you think I see?
I see a band of angels
And they're coming after me

So meet me, King Jesus, meet me
Oh, won't You meet me in the middle of the air?
If these wings should carry me
I wouldn't need another pair

Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Oh, when I hear the trumpet sound
I'm gonna get up out of this ground
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

. . .


Well, you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later, God'll cut you down
Sooner or later, God'll cut you down

Go tell that long-tongued liar
Go tell that midnight rider
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down
Good God Almighty will cut you down

Well stop, God Almighty, let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I been down on bended knees
Talkin' to the Man from Galilee

My God spoke and He spoke so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels' feet
Put one hand upon my head
Great God Almighty, let me tell you what He said

He said to tell that long-tongued liar
Tell that midnight rider
The gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down
Sooner or later, God'll cut you down

Well, you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down
Good God Almighty will cut you down

You may throw a rock, hide your hand
Workin' in the dark 'gainst your fellow man
Be sure as God made day and night
What you do in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run and hide, slip and slide
Try to take the mote from your neighbor's eyes
Be sure as God made the rich or poor
You gonna reap just what you sow

Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down
My Almighty will cut you down

You better tell that long-tongued liar
Tell that midnight rider
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down
I said God Almighty will cut them down

Some people go to church just to signify
Or try to make a date with the neighbor's wife
But brother, let me tell you sure as you're born
You better leave that woman alone

One of these days, you mark my words
You'll think your brother is gone to work
You sneak up and knock on his door
Look out, brother, you'll knock no more

Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Good God Almighty will cut you down
My God Almighty will cut you down

You better tell that long-tongued liar
Tell that midnight rider
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em God Almighty will cut 'em down
Good God Almighty will cut 'em down
My God Almighty will cut 'em down

. . .


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