Bluestexte / Lyrics
300 Pounds Of Joy
(Willie Dixon - Howlin' Wolf 1960)
Well, all of you girls think your days are done
You don't have to worry, you can have your fun
Take me baby, for your little boy
You're gettin' three-hundred pounds of heavenly joy
A-this is it
This is it
Look what you get(tin')
You've been bendin' 'n hidin' from behind his back
And you got your man that you don't like
Throw that cat, baby, out of your mind
Follow me, baby, 'n have a good time
A-this is it...
Hoy hoy, I'm the boy
I got three-hundred pounds of heavenly joy
I'm so glad that you understand
I'm three-hundred pounds of muscle and man
A-this is it...
Alberta, Let Your Hair Hang Low
Alberta, let your hair hang low,
Alberta, let your hair hang low.
I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold,
If you just let your hair hang low.
Alberta, what's on your mind?
Alberta, what's on your mind?
You keep me worried, you keep me bothered all the time.
Alberta, what's on your mind?
Alberta, don'cha treat me unkind,
Alberta, don'cha treat me unkind.
Oh, my heart is sad 'cause I want you so bad.
Alberta, don'cha treat me unkind.
All your love
Otis Rush/ J.Mayall, G.Moore, Luther Allison
All your lovin´ is lovin´
All your kissing is kissing
All your lovin´ is lovin´
All your kissing is kissing
Before I met you baby
I never knew what I was missing´
All your lovin´ pretty baby,
girl I got in store for you.
All your lovin´ pretty baby,
girl I got in store for you.
When I say I love you baby
you´ve got to say you love me too.
All your lovin´ pretty baby,
All your lovin´ pretty baby,
All your lovin´ pretty baby,
All your lovin´ pretty baby,
Before I met you baby
I never knew what I was missing´
Baby, Please Don´t Go
William (Big Bill) Broonzy) - Them, Muddy Waters
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go back to New Orleans
you know it hurts me so
Babe, I´m way down here
You know, I´m way down here
Babe, I´m way down here in a rollin´ fog
Baby, please don´t go.
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go back to New Orleans
you know it hurts me so
Babe, I´m way down here
You know, I´m way down here
Babe, I´m way down here on old Parchman Farm
Baby, please don´t go.
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go and leave me here,
you know it´s cold down here
Babe, I´m way down here
You know, I´m way down here
Babe, I´m way down here on old Parchman Farm
Baby, please don´t go.
You know it´s cold down here,
Babe, it´s cold down here
You know it´s cold down here on old Parchman Farm
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go
Baby, please don´t go and leave me here
you know it´s cold down here
I´m half dead down here
I´m half dead down here
I´m half dead down here on old Parchman Farm
Baby, please don´t go.Baby, Please Don´t Go
Bad Luck Blues
I wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes
(Doggone my bad-luck soul);
Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes,
I mean sufficient cold weather dothes,
Well, I wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes.
I bet my money and I lost it, Lord, it's gone
(Doggone my bad-luck soul);
Mmm- -lost it, Lord, it's gone,
I mean, lost it- -years ago,
l'll never bet on the Queen of Spades no more.
Well, my good gal left town--why don't you quit cryin'?
(Doggone my bad-luck soul);
Mmm--why don't you quit cryin'?
Why don't you quit--I mean--cryin'?
That joker stole off with that long-haired gal of mine.
Sugar, you catch the Katy and I'll catch that Santy Fe(e)
(Doggone my bad-luck soui);
Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch the Santy Fe(e),
I mean, Santy- -sing about Fe(e),
When you get to Denver, pretty mama, look around for me.
The woman I love is five feet from the ground
(Doggone my bad-luck soul);
Hey- -five feet from the ground,
Hey--five feet from the- -I mean ground,
She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down.
I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today
(Doggone my bad-luck soul);
I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today,
Three long weeks to- -I mean- -day,
God, it's been so long, seems like my heart goin' break.
I'm goin' on cross-town, catch that southbound Santy Fe(e)
(Doggone my bad-luck soul);
Mmm- - Lord, that Santy Fe(e),
I mean, Santy- -sing about Fe(e),
Be on my way to what you call lovin' Tennessee.
Barrelhouse Blues
(Ma Rainey)
Got the barreihouse blues
Feelin' awfully dry (2x)
I can't drink moonshine
'Cause I'm afraid I'll die
Papa likes his sherry
Mama likes her port (2x)
Papa likes to shimmy
Mama likes to stroll
Papa likes his bourbon
Mama likes her gin (2x)
Papa likes his outside women
Mama likes her outside men
Been in the Pen So Long
Been in the pen so long, Honey I'll be long gone.
Been in the pen - And I gotta go back again,
Baby, where you been so long?
Baby, where you been so long?
Awful lonesome, all alone and blue,
Awful lonesome, all alone and blue.
All alone and blue,
No one to tell my troubles to.
Baby, where you been so long?
Baby, where you been so long?
Some folks crave for Memphis, Tennessee,
Some folks crave for Memphis, Tennessee,
Some folks crave
For Memphis, Tennessee,
But New Orleans is good enough for me,
New Orleans is good enough for me.
Betty and Dupree
Betty told Dupree, "I want a diamond ring."
Betty told Dupree, "I want a diamond ring."
Dupree told Betty, "l'll give you most anything."
He said, "Lie down, little Betty, see what tomorrow brings,"
He said, "Lie down, little Betty, see what tomorrow brings,"
"lt may bring sunshine, may bring you that diamond ring."
Then he got his pistol, went to the jewelry store.
He got his pistol, went to the jewelry store.
Killed a policeman and he wounded four or five more.
Then he went to the Post office to get his evening mail,
Went to die Post office to get his evening mail.
Sheriff caught poor Dupree and put him in that old Atlanta jail.
Dupree's mother said to Betty, "looka here what you done done."
She said to Betty, "See what you done done,
"Made my boy rob and steal, now he is gonna be hung."
"Give my daddy my clothes- -poor Betty, give her my shoes,"
"Give my daddy my clothes, give my baby, Betty, my shoes.
If anybody asks you, say I died with the heart-breaking blues."
Sail on, sail on, sail on, Dupree, sail on.
Sail on, sail on, sail on, Dupree, sail on.
You don't mind sailing, you'll be gone so doggone long.
Black Magic Woman
Peter Green, Carlos Santana
I got a black magic woman,
got a black magic woman.
I've got a black magic woman,
got me so blind I can't see
that she's a black magic woman,
she's trying to make a devil out of me.
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
stop messin around with your tricks.
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
you just might pick up my magic sticks.
You got your spell on me, baby,
you got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
turnin my heart into stone.
I need you so bad, magic woman,
I can't leave you alone.
The Blues Ain't Nothin'
I'm gonna build myself a raft
And float that river down.
I build myself a shack
in some old Texas town.
(Chorus)
Mmm mmm 'cause the blues ain't nothin',
No, the blues ain't nothin' but a good man feelin' bad.
I'm goin' down on the levee,
Goin' to take myself a rockin' chair.
If my lovin' gal don't come,
I'll rock away from there.
(Chorus)
Why did you leave me blue?
Why did you leave me blue?
All I can do is sit
And cry and cry for you.
(Chorus)
Boll Weevil Blues
Farmer asked the boll weevil,
"Where youbeen so long?"
"I been down in the cotton,
With my long clothes on."
Farmer take the boll weevil,
Put him in the ice.
Boll weevil say to the farmer,
"You treat me mighty nice."
Farmer take the boll weevil,
He put hirn in the sand,
Boll weevil say to the farmer,
"You just like a man."
Man said to the old iady,
"What do you think of that?
I got one of them boll Weevil
Out of my Stetson hat."
Farmer said to the boll weevil,
"Yes, I wish you well."
He said to the boll weevil,
"I hope you burn in hell."
Boll weevil said to the farmer,
"I'm gonna swing on your gate,
"When I get through with your cotton,
You'll sell your Cadillac eight."
Boll weevil said to the farmer,
"I'm gonna treat you mean,
When I get through with your cotton,
You buy no gasoline."
Boom boom
John Lee Hooker
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
gonna shoot you right down;
Take you in my arms,
I´m in love with you.
Love that is true,
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
I love the way you walk,
I love the way you talk.
When you walk that walk,
And you talk that talk.
You knock me out,
Right off my feet
I need you right now,
I mean right now.
I don´t mean tomorrow
I mean right now.
Come on, come on,
Come shake it up, baby.
Come on and shake Shake it, baby
Shake it up, baby Shake it, baby
Come on now, baby Shake it, baby
I don´t mean 'may be' Shake it, baby
You´re driving me crazy Shake it, baby
Come on, come on, Shake it, baby
Come on and shake Shake it, baby
Shake it up, baby Shake it, baby
Come on now, baby Shake it, baby
I don´t mean may be Shake it, baby
Come on, come on, Shake it, baby
All-right, all-right Shake it, baby
Born Under A Bad Sign
(Booker T.Jones/W.Bell - Albert King 1967)
Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
You know I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck and trouble
Been my only friend
I been on my own
Every since I was ten
Born under a bad sign...
I can't read
I didn't learn how to write
My whole life has been
One big fight
Born under a bad sign...
You know if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no kind of luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know wine and women
Is all I crave
A big legged woman gonna carry me
To my grave
Born under a bad sign...
Bricks in My Pillow
I've got bricks in my pillow and my head can't rest no more.
I've got bricks in my pillow and my head can't rest no more.
Spiders crawlin' on my walls, black snakes lyin' on my floor.
I've got mud in my water, I've got drugs all in my tea.
I've got mud in my water, I've got drugs all in my tea.
I've got bugs in my beer, and they keep on biting me.
I've got grounds in my coffee, big boll weevil in my meal.
I've got grounds in my coffee, big boll weevil in my meal.
I've got tacks in my shoes, keep on stickin' me in the heel.
I've got holes in my pockets, great big patches on my pants.
I've got holes in my pockets, great big patches on my pants.
I'm behind with my house rent, landlord wants it in advance.
Well, I feel like walkin' and I feel like lyin' down.
Weh, I feel like walkin' and I feel like lyin' down.
Well, I feel like drinkin', but there ain't no whisky 'round.
When you hear that bell ringin' and you hear that whistle blow,
When you hear that bell ringin' and you hear that whistie blow,
Well, I feel like leavin', but I don't know where to go.
Broke and Hungry
am broke and hungry, ragg'd and dirty too.
I say I'm broke and hungry, ragg'd and dirty too.
Mama, if I clean up can I go ho'me with you?
I am motherless, fatherless, sister- and brotherless too.
I say I'm motherless, fatherless, sister- and brotherless too.
Reason I tried so hard to make this trip with you.
You miss me, woman, count the days I'm gone.
You miss me, woman, count the days I'm gone.
I'm goin' away to build me a railroad of my own.
I feel like jumpin' through the keyhole in your door.
I feel like jumpin' through the keyhole in your door.
If you jump this time, baby, you won't jump no more.
I believe my good gal has found my black cat bone.
I say, I b'lieve my good gal has found my black cat bone.
I can leave Sunday morning; Monday morning I'm stickin' 'round home.
I want to show you women what careless love has done.
I want to show you women what careless love has done.
'Cause a man like me to be 'way, 'way from home.
Call my job
Albert King u.a.
Call my job, tell the boss I won´t be in
Call my job, tell the boss I won´t be in
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I must´ve had too much weekend
Call my job, have someone operate my machine
Call my job, have someone operate my machine
You look so good to me this morning
I must´ve had too much weekend
Hang the hat off the hook
lock the door too
spend my time
making love to you
Call my job, tell the boss I won´t be in
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I must´ve had too much weekend
C. C. Rider
C. C. Rider, just see what you have done,
you made me love you now your woman's come.
You made me love you now your woman's come.
You made me love you now your woman's come.
You caused me, Rider, to hang my head and cry,
You put me down; God knows I don't see why.
You put me down; God knows I don't see why.
You put me down; God knows I don't see why.
If I had a headlight like on a passenger train,
I'd shine my light on cool Colorado Springs.
I'd shine my light on cool Colorado Springs.
l'd shine my light on cool Colorado Springs.
That Sunshine Special comin' 'round the bend,
It blowed just like it never blowed before.
It blowed just like it never blowed before.
It blowed just like it never blowed before
(see "Easy Rider)
Chain Gang Blues
Paper boy holl'rin',
"Extra! Have you read the news?"
Shot the gal I love
and I've got them old chaingang blues.
(Chorus)
That's why I'm singin',
Try'n' to drive my blues away.
Oh, the sun gonna shine
In my door some day.
Got them old coffee grounds in my coffee.
Big boll weevils in my meal;
Tacks in my shoes.
Keep on stickin' me in my heel.
(Chorus)
Well, she used to be my sweet milk
But she soured on me;
Yes, we ain't together
Like we used to be.
(Chorus)
lt was bad luck in my family
And it all fell on me.
Yes, look at the troubled people
In this world I see.
(Final chorus:>
That's why I'm singin',
Trym' to drive the blues away.
Weil, I'm so glad
Trouble don't last always.
Chilly Winds
I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow, darlin' baby,
I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow.
When I'm gone to my long lonesome home.
I'm goin' where there ain't no ice and snow, darlin' baby;
I'm goin' where there ain't no ice and snow,
When I'm gone to my long lonesome home.
I'm goin' where the folks all know my name . .
I'm here in the jailhouse on my knees . .
Make me a pallet on your floor . .
Now, who'll be your daddy when I'm gone?. .
The City Blues
Cloudy in the west, looks like rain;
I spent my last nickel on a sub-way train.
In New York City, In New York City,
In New York City, you really got to know your line.
I only had a nickel but we still made merry,
I took my gal on the Staten Island Ferry- -
In New York City.. .
When I get home I'm gonna walk and talk,
I'm gonna tell everybody 'bout die City of New York-
In New York City. . .
The Fifth Avenue bus is the best in town,
But if you only got a nickel join the underground- -
In New York City. . .
Philadelphia Town is just like heaven,
They pull in the sidewalks at half-past seven- -
In die Quaker City...
I got off the train in the hurly-burly
Where the streets are crooked and the mayor is Curly
In Boston City.
I looped the loop, I rocked and reeled,
I thought die Cubs played in Marshall Field- -
In die Windy City. .
The Wrigley Tower goes to Kingdom Come,
Fifty stories of chewing gum- -
In the Windy City. .
Cocaine Habit Blues
(Memphis Jug Band 1930)
Cocaine habit is mighty bad
it's the worst old habit that I ever had
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me
I went to Mr. Lehman's in a lope
Saw a sign on the window says no more dope
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me
If you don't believe cocaine is good
Ask Alma Rose and Eshia Wood
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
But the way I love my coke is a doggone sin
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me
Since cocaine went out of style
You can catch them shootin' needles all the while
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me
it takes a little coke to give me ease
Strut your stuff long as you please
Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me
Cold And Lonesome
(Jimmy Reed, 4/4, Slow Blues , G)
Cold And Lonesome,
I don´t even have no place to go,
Cold And Lonesome,
I don´t have no where to go,
You know why I´m Cold And Lonesome -
My woman don´t want me no more
I´m so in love with you, baby
I had a feelin´ you don´t want me no more
I´m so in love with you, baby
I had a feelin´ you don´t want me no more
Since I found out, baby,
I gotta find some place to go.
But one day, baby,
Oh honey I´ll find sombody new.
But one day, baby,
Oh honey I´ll find sombody new.
I just hope that someone,
Honey she´ll be someone like you.
Cold day in hell
Gary Moore
So many times
you tried to take the best of me.
So many times
now you're gonna take the rest of me
better look at what you're doing
before it's to late
It's a fine line you're treading
between love and hate
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm comin´ back to you
So many times
you tried to play a dead end game (yes you did)
I tried to tell you
but you never wanna take the blame
now you boost me to the limit
and I can't take no more
you better take one last look
before I lock the door
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm comin´ back to you Ooh.
You never listened when I told you
that you were way out of line
to busy talkin´ to listen
accusing me of telling lies
So many times
you tried to get the best of me
So many times
but now you're gonna take the rest of me
Well it's to late for 'sorry'
and it's to late for tears
Better take one last look
before I disappear
There'll be a cold day in hell
before I'm going back to you
Crosstown Traffic
Jimi Hendrix
You jump in front of my car When you know all the time
That 90 miles an hour Girl Is the speed I drive
You tell me it's all right You don't mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a drive
You're just like
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC So hard to get through you
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC I don't need to run over you
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC All you do is slow me down
But I'm tryin' to get on the other side of town
I'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back I can see you've had your fun
But a-darling Can't you see my signal's turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight ahead
You're just like
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC So hard to get through you
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC I don't need to run over you
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC All you do is slow me down
But I got better things on the other side of town
Yeah Yeah
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC
Look out LOOK OUT Look out Baby Coming through
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC Yeah Yeah Look out
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC
Yeah Yeah LOOK OUT Look out Look out Baby
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC LOOK OUT YEAH
D.J., play my blues
Buddy Guy
Hey Mister D.J.
Why don´t you play much Blues anymore
Hey Mister D.J.
Why don´t you play much Blues anymore
I see so many people round here
wanna hear the blues all night long
Hey Mister D.J.
Play me a song by B.B. King right now
Hey Mister D.J.
Play me a song by B.B. King right now
Because here are so many people
wanna here his songs all night long
Don't Lie, Buddy
Mammy Logan, She had a daughter,
And she run a cook shop down in Florida.
How I know God knows I been there,
And I bought four pork chops for a quarter.
Chorus:
Don't lie, buddy don't lie. Don't lie, buddy, don't lie,
Don't lie, buddy don't lie. Don't lie, buddy, don't lie. Don't lie,
Jack the rabbit, he had a bad habit,
He cut down my corn and cabbage.
I went down to the low ground,
And I cured that fool of his bad habit.
(Chorus)
I got a quarter, buddy, I got a half.
I got a pretty girl at last.
She brings me coffee, she brings me tea.
She don't love nobody but me.
(Chorus)
Dope Head Blues
(Victoria Spivey 1927)
Just give me one more sniffle
Another sniffle of that dope (2x)
I'll catch a cow like a cowboy
And throw a bull without a rope
Doggone, I've got more money
Than Henry Ford or John D. ever had (2x)
I bit a dog last Monday
And forty doggone dogs went mad
Feel like a fightin' rooster
Feel better than I ever felt (2x)
Got double pneumonia
And still I think I got the best health
Say, Sam
Go get my airplane and drive it up to my door
Oh, Sam, go get my airplane
And driii-ve it to my door
I think I'll fly to London
These monkey men makes mama sore
The president sent for me
The Prince of Wales is on my trail (2x)
They worry me so much
I'll take another sniff and put them both in jail
Draftee's Blues
When you look into your mailbox and you find your questionnaire,
When you look into your mailbox and you find your questionnaire,
If you pass your 'xamination - won't nothin' help you but prayer.
They will take you to the depot and put you on the train,
Yes, they'll take you to the depot- -put you on the train,
And the Good Lord only knows if you'll be comin' home again.
There's no need to worry- -hatin' to leave your happy home,
There's no need to worry- -hatin' to leave your happy home,
Because there'll be someone left behind to carry all your lovin' on.
You may be mean as a lion, you may ge gentle as a lamb,
You may be mean as a lion- -gentle as a lamb,
Just take your mind off your wife and put it on Uncle Sam.
They will train you with a rifle- -Lord, with a hand grenade,
They will train you with a rifle- -Lord, with a hand grenade,
So when you meet that Nazi, man, you won't be afraid.
I want all of you draftees to put your mind on your training camp,
I want all of you draftees to put your mind on your training camp,
So when you meet old Hitler your powder won't be damp.
I want to tell you women just as easy as I can,
I want to tell all you women- -easy as I can,
Uncle Sam ain't no woman but he sure can take your man.
Easy Rider
Easy Rider, just see what you have done;
oh Lord, Easy Rider, just see what you have done;
Well you made me love you, now your gal has come.
Well, it's hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
If I was a catfish, swimmin' in the deep blue sea, oh Lord,
If I was a catfish, swimmin' in the deep blue sea,
I would swim across the ocean, bring my baby back to me.
Well, it's hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'm goin' away, Rider, and I won't be back till fall, oh Lord,
I'm goin' away, Rider, and I won't be back till fall,
And if I find me a good man, I won't be back at all.
Well, it's hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Evil-Hearted Man
When the sun rose this morn-ing
I was feelin' mighty bad,
My baby said, "Good morning,"
Hell it made me mad.
Chorus:
Because I was evil. Evil hearted me.
I'm just down-right evil. Evil as a man can be.
Why she even cooked my breakfast,
she brought it to my bed.
I took a sip of coffee,
Throwed the cup at her head.
(Chorus)
I've sold out to the devil,
Trouble's all I crave.
I'd like to see you dead
And lying in your grave.
(Chorus)
I don't even care
If it rains from now on,
And the gal I love
Had never been born.
(Chorus)
I don't care
If my baby leaves me that,
I got forty 'leven others
If it comes to that.
(Chorus)
Five long years
(John Lee Hooker, 4/4, Slow Blues, Eb)
If you´ve ever been mistreated,
You know just what I´m talkin´ about.
If you´ve ever been mistreated,
You know just what I´m talkin´ about.
(I´ve been mistreated, you know what I´m talkin´ about)
I worked five long years for one woman,
And she had the nerve to put me out.
(Got a) job in a steel mill,
Truckin´ steel like a slave.
Five years of fright I´m runnin´,
Straight home with all my pay.
(I´ve been mistreated, you know what I´m talkin´ about)
I worked five long years for one woman,
And she had the nerve to put me out.
(- I) fin´ly learned to listen,
I should a long long time ago
Next woman I marry,
She got to work and bring me some gold.
(I´ve been mistreated, you know what I´m talkin´ about)
I worked five long years for one woman,
And she had the nerve to put me out.
Fool for your stockings
Z.Z.Top
Is it you the girl outside
just banging on the front door
you say you had enough
now you coming back for more
but that's all right
I say yes that's all right
I may not want to admit it
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe
Now I done mine when you send money,
and bring your girlfriends with you
But how could one be so thoughtless
to try and have a lesson too
but that's all right
I say yes that's all right
I may not want to admit it
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe
Now I'm telling everybody
it seems to good to be true
sweet things can always get sweeter
I don't mind but how about you
but that's all right
I say yes that's all right
I may not want to admit it
I'm just a fool for your stockings I believe
Gin house blues
Eric Burdon
Stay away from me ev'rybody,
'cause I'm in my sin
I said, stay away from me ev'rybody,
'cause I'm in my sin
You know I'm beggin` you,
Somebody give me my gin
Stay away from me
'less you wanna big fight
Stay away from me ev'rybody
'less you wanna get in boldin a fight
I'll fight the army and the royal navy
If I don`t get some gin tonight
Hey - when I'm feelin' high
Ever'thing's allright
Hey - when I'm feelin' high
Ev'rything is feelin' alright
Gin is gonna be my wife
for the rest of my life (give me my gin)
I can get of drinkin' gin
Almost any o time
I can get myself of drinkin' gin, yeah
Almost any o time
If I can get myself of drinkin' gin
I guess I`ll have to settle for a wine
Oh, said, stay away from me evrybody
'less you wanna start a fight
Yeah, stay away from me ev'rybody
'less you wanna start a big fight
I'll fight the army and the navy
If I don`t get myself some gin tonight (listen to me, baby)
Stay away from me ev'rybody,
'cause I'm in my sin
Oh, stay away from me ev'rybody,
'cause I'm in a sinnery
I'll fight the army and the navy
Somebody somewhere give me my gin
Gods in white
Helmut
Don´t get sick
avoid the hospital
don´t get sick
avoid the hospital
when the White Gods are thru´ with you
you´ll never be the same again
They smile
they pop needles into you
they feed you white pills
and they feed you pink ones too
The Gods in White
make you an easy piece of meat
make lots of money, that's
what they would call a treat
Get a lawyer
start a lawsuit
even find a judge
it won't do you no good
They stick together
protect their kind
dog don´t eat dog
is all you´re gonna find
If you survive it
they fin´lly let you go
You´ll be a moron
and a vegetable too
So better call
your very rich broad
because the Gods in White
they still can be bought
Hadacol Bounce
(Henry R.Byrd - Professor Longhair 1949)
Come on, all you mamas, both old and young
Your Hadacol daddy wants to have some fun
I ain't been hugged and I ain't been kissed
Thence I put my name on the Hadacol list
I'm feelin' fine, I'm very much alive
I'm not very old, I'm just sixty-five
I've gained ten pounds if I'd gain an ounce
Thence I started doin' the Hadacol bounce
Of all the womens I'm very fond
I like brunettes and I like the blondes
The Hadacol bounce has really won its fame
it really makes an old man young again
I've been takin' and shakin' it every day
Just to keep my hair from turnin' grey
Like a fish in the water I just wanta flounce
When they start doin' the Hadacol bounce
I've been goin' down upon my farm
Sold everything, they tell me that I'm wrong
On payday when my cheque is due
I hurry home to my mama on the RD.Q.
Curls your hair, keeps your skin smooth, clear and fair
Cleans your teeth white, makes your eyeballs bright
Checks your fever and drives away your cold
Really keeps a young man from gettin' old
In my frock-tail coat on a Saturday night
I'm a Hadacol daddy and I've gotta look just right
Like a fish in the water, I just wanna flounce
When I hear 'em doin' the Hadacol bounce
High-Price Blues
I'll tell you something, ain't no joke,
High cost of livin' is keepin' me broke.
Chorus
Prices goin' higher, 'way up higher,
Prices goin' so high, what more can we do?
Walked in a meat market just about noon
Hear them hollerin', "Now the cow jumped over the moon."
(Chorus)
Johnny's gone to war, Jimmy's gone to sea,
But I tell you high prices is killin' me.
(Chorus)
Meat, Butter, and eggs gettin' higher still,
You don't even get go change out of a five-dollar bill.
Chorus:
Prices goin' higher; yes, 'way up higher,
Well, it's no disgrace to be poor, but it's a little unhandy for me.
The horses and the numbers -- odds are still the same,
Looks like the prices would raise ten per cent on the game.
Chorus:
Prices goin' higher; 'way up higher.
Prices goin' so high, I don't think I will work no more.
Hoochie coochie man
Willie Dixon, Muddy Waters
The gypsie woman told my mother
before I was born
you got a boy child comin´
he gonna be a son of a gun
he´s gonna make pretty women
he´s gonna make ´em jump and shout
then the world could know
what this was all about
Lord I´m here, oh yeah,
everybody knows I´m here, oh Lord
Cause I´m a hoochie coochie man
everybody knows I´m here
I got a black cat´s bone
I got a mojo too
I´m John the Conqueror
I´m gonna mess with you
I´m gonna make you pretty girls
lead me by the hand
then the world will know
I´m the hoochie coochie man
Lord ...
On the seventh hour
and on the seventh day
on the seventh month
the seven doctors say
He was born for good luck
and that you´re gonna see
I got 700 dollars, baby
don´t you mess with me
Lord ...
House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl, and me, oh, Lord, was one.
If I had listened what Mama said, I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a gambler lead me astray.
My mother, she's a tailor, she sold those new blue jeans;
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk,
The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done,
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
Going back to spend the rest of my life beneath that Rising Sun.
House Party
(Louis Jordan 1953)
Ah, it's party tough, I gotta get in the mood here, ain't that chick sittin' on the sofa, ain't she fine?
Hey everybody
Don't grip a bop
I'm crashin' this party
And everything has gotta rock
I'm gonna boogie
To boogie woogie all night long
I am baum' tonight, 'cause tomorrow I may
be gone
Yes, fix me a drink
it's gotta be rye
I wanna big water glass
I wanna get real high
I wanna boogie...
Yeah, the pigfeet's cookin'
Chittlins keepin' hot
Ain't got no worries
Everybody knows the cop
I'm gonna boogie...
Come here, boy
Bring me a chick
One that knows how to rock
One that won't get tired
And don't ever wanna stop
I'm gonna boogie...
That's right, baby oh rock me Chester, rock
me, come here, baby run h, come in and
stay a while, Aah, honey wind it up and set it
to alarm at 4.30. Honey listen to me, listen to
me, if you can't stick with it, quit it, that's
right baby that's right, you ain't..
If you be my baby
P.A. Greenbaum/C.G.Adams, Gary Moore
If you be my Baby, tell you what I'll do
I'll give you so much lovin', you gotta love me too
If you be my Baby, if you be my Baby,
If you be my Baby
I'm gonna keep you satisfied
Now listen to me baby, just what I'm talkin' 'bout
You got something, woman, make a dumb man scream and shout
If you be...
Lookin' for a woman, never done no wrong,
Cook my meals in the day time and love me all night long.
If you be...
If you be my Baby, tell you what I'll do
I'll give you so much lovin', you gotta love me too
If you be...
I'm a Stranger Here
Ain't it hard to stumble when you've got no place to fall?
Ain't it hard to stumble when you've got no place to fall?
In this whole wide world I've got no place at all.
Chorus
I'm a stranger here, I'm a stranger ev'rywere.
I would go home but honey, I'm a stranger there.
Hitch up my buggy, saddle up my black mare.
Hitch up my buggy, saddle up my black mare.
Goin' to find me a fair deal in this world somewhere.
(Chorus)
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
It takes a worrled man to sing a worried song.
(Chorus)
Baby caught the Katy, she left me a mule to ride.
Baby caught the Katy, she left me a mule to ride.
When that train pulled out that mule laid down and died.
(Chorus)
Looked down the track just as far as I could see.
Looked down the track just as far as I could see.
And a little bitty hand kept a-wavin' back at me.
(Chorus)
I'm Gonna Leave You On The Outskirts Of Town
(Louis Jordan 1942)
I'm gonna leave you, baby
Right out here on the outskirts of town (2x)
I brought you out here, mama
Ooooh, but you won't stop foolin' round
I cut out my iceman
I bought me a frigidaire
Now you're lettin' the serviceman
Take you everywhere
I'm gonna leave you, baby
Right out here on the outskirts of town
I ain't gonna stand for nobody
Oooh, always hangin' round
I've brought my own groceries
I brought 'em every day
Now you lettin' that grocery boy
Lay up in my hay
I'm gonna leave you, baby...
I see you wigglin' and gigglin'
But I'm as mad as I can be
Now we got seven children
And none of 'em look like me
I'm gonna leave you, baby...
I'm Gonna Move To The Outskirts Of Town
(Will Weldon a.k.a. Casey Bill 1936)
I'm gonna move
Way out on the outskirts of town (2x)
I don't want nobody
Uuuuh, always hangin' round
I'm gonna tell you, baby
We're gon' move away from here
I don't want no iceman
I'm gon' get me a frigidaire
When we move...
I'm gon' bring my own groceries
Bring 'em every day
That'll stop that grocery boy
And keep him away
When we move...
It may seem funny, honey
it may be funny as can be
But if we have any chillun
I want 'em all to look like me
That's why I'm gonna move...
I´m Ready
Muddy Waters/Dixon
Blues Shuffle 100 - 112
I am ready
Ready as anybody can be
I am ready
Ready as anybody can be
I am ready for you
I hope you´re ready for me
I got an ax-handle pistol
On a graveyard frame
That shoots tombstone bullets
Wearin´ balls and chains
I´m drinkin´ TNT
I´m smokin´ dynamite
I hope some screwball start a fight
Cause I´m ready
Ready as anybody can be
I am ready for you
I hope you ready for me
All you pretty little chicks
With your curly hair
I know you feel like I ain´t nowhere
But stop what you´re doin´ baby
Come over here
I´ll prove to you baby that I ain´t no square
Cause I´m ready
Ready´s anybody can be
I am ready for you
I hope you ready for me
Inflation Blues
(Southern/Alexander/Jordan - Louis Jordan 1947)
Now, listen Mr. President
All you congressmen, too
You got me all frustrated
And I don't know what to do
I'm tryin' to make a dollar
Can't even save a cent
It takes all my money
Just to eat and pay my rent
That's why I got the blues
Got those inflation blues
I'm not one of those high-brows
I'm average Joe to you
I came up eatin' cornbread
Candied yams and chicken stew
Now you take that paper dollar
It's only that in name
The way that paper buck has shrunk
It's a low-down dirty shame
I got the blues
Got those inflation blues
Hey Prez:
Please cut the price of sugar
So I can make my coffee sweet
I like to smear some butter on my bread
And you know I gotta have my meat
When you stopped rationing
You really played the game
But things are going up and up and up and
up and up
And my check remains the same
That's why I got the blues
Got those inflation blues
In the Pines
True love, true love, don't lie to me,
TeIl me, where did you sleep last night?
I slept in the pines where the sun never shines
and I shivered with a cold deadly cold.
Tell me, where did you get them pretty little shoes
And the dress you wear so fine?
I got my shoes from a railroad man,
Got my dress from a driver in the mine.
I wish to the Lord I'd-a never been born
Or died when I was young.
I never would have kissed your sweet, sweet lips,
Nor heard your rattling tongue.
The longest train I ever did ride
Was a hundred coaches long.
The only woman I ever did love,
She's on that train and gone.
Them long steel rails and them short crossties
Ain't got no end I know.
On these long steel rails and short crossties
I'm tramping my way back home.
Longest old train in this whole wide world
Comes around Joe Brown's coal mine.
Headlight comes 'round when the sun comes up,
The caboose when the sun goes down.
Yes, my husband was a railroad man,
Was the best in this high lonesome world.
The only thing that he did that was wrong
Was to miss just a-one little curve.
My husband was a railroad man- -
Killed a mile and a half from town.
I found his head in an engine wheel
But his body could never be found.
True love, true love, tell me where will you go?
I'm gonna go where the cold winds blow.
I'm gonna weep, gonna cry, gonna moan, gonna sigh,
Gonna dance in my good-time clothes.
lt hurts me too
Mel London
You say you're hurt,
you almost lost your mind
the man you love,
he hurts you all the time
when things go wrong,
go wrong with you
it hurts me too
You love him more
when you should love him less
why sneak up behind him,
and you take this mess
when things go wrong,
go wrong with you
it hurts me too
He loves another woman
and l love you
But you love him, and stick to him like glue
when things go wrong,
go wrong with you
it hurts me too
He better leave you
or you gotta put him down
because I won't stay
to see you pushed around
when things go wrong,
go wrong with you
it hurts me too
lt Makes a Long-Time Man Feel Bad
lt makes a long-time man feel bad.
lt makes a long-time man feel bad.
He can't get no letter, he can't hear from home.
lt makes a long-time man feel bad.
Alberta, let your hair grow long.
Alberta, let your hair grow long.
Let it grow so long till it drags to the ground.
Alberta, let your hair grow long.
Well, surely my mother must be gone.
Well, surely my mother must be gone.
Well, surely my mother must be gone, oh, Lord.
lt makes a long-time man feel bad.
And I had five years one time.
And I had five years one time.
And I had five years one time, oh, Lord.
But I rolled till I rolled it down.
lt's Your Time Now
William (Big Bill) Broonzy
Mmm, baby, Yes, Mama, Honey, why don't you change your ways?
Woh it's your time now, baby, but it'll be mine someday.
Now, some day you're gonna get mistreated 'cause you've got that debt to pay.
Mmm, baby Yes, Mama, Honey, why don't you change your ways?
Woh it's your time now, baby, but it'll be mine someday.
Gal, I want to give you what you want, but you won't change your low-down ways.
Mmm, baby - Yes, Mama - Honey, why don't you change your ways?
Woh - it's your time now, baby, but it'll be mine someday.
Gal, 'cause you're young and tender you shouldn't throw yourself away.
Mmm, baby - Yes, Mama - Honey, why don't you change your ways?
Woh - it's your time now, baby, but it'll be mine someday.
Men will tell you that you're beautiful 'cause they don't have to keep you that way.
Mmm, baby - Yes, Mama - Honey, why don't you change your ways?
Woh - it's your time now, baby, but it'll be mine someday.
Now, I work to make your living, you don't have to live that-a-way.
Joe Turner
They teil me Joe Turner's come and gone.
They tell me Joe Turner's come and gone. (Oh, Lordy)
Got my man and gone.
He come with forty links of cham
He come with forty links of cham (Oh, Lordy)
Got my man and gone.
They teil me Joe Turner's come and gone.
They teil me Joe Turner's come and gone. (Oh, Lordy)
Done left me here to sing this song.
Come like he never come before.
Gome like he never come before. (Oh, Lordy>
Got my man and gone.
Just A Dream
(Big Bill Broonzy - Eddie 'Cleanhead' Vinson 1945)
It was a dream
Lord, what a dream I had on my mind (2x)
Yeah, when I woke up, baby
Not a thing there could I find
I dreamed I played the numbers
I played the horses, too
I dreamed I won so much money
I didn't know what to do...
not a penny could I find
I dreamed I was in the White House
Sittin' in the president's chair
I dreamed he shook my hand
Said Cleanhead I'm glad you're here...
not a chair there could I find
I dreamed I got married
And started a family
I dreamed I had ten children
They all looked just like me...
not a child there looked like mine
Last Fair Deal Gone Down
It's the last fair deal gone down,
It's the last fair deal gone down,
lt's the last fair deal gone down, good Lord,
on that old Cold Island Road.
Ida Belle, don't cry this time,
Ida Belle, don't ciy this time,
If you cry about a nickel you'll die about a dime;
You wouldn't cry if you put your money on mine.
I love the way you do,
I love the way you do,
I love the way you do, good Lord,
On that old Cold Island Road.
lt's the last fair deal gone down . .
I'm workin' my way back home. .
And that ding-dong keep a-ringing so soon. .
lt's the last fair deal gone down . .
Lawyer Clark Blues
(Sleepy John Estes 1941)
Now got offices in town
Resident out on Sentry Road
He got a nice little lake
Right inside the grove
But you know I like Mr. Clark
Yes, he really is my friend
He say if I just stay out of the grave
He see that I won't go to the pen
Now Mr. Clark is a lawyer
His youngest brother is, too
When the battles get hard
He tell him just what to do
You know I like Mr. Clark...
Now he lawyers for the rich
He lawyers for the poor
He don't try to rob nobody
Just bring along (?)
You know I like Mr. Clark...
Now once I got in trouble
You know I was goin' to take a ride
He didn't let it reach the courthouse
He kept it on the other side
You know I like Mr. Clark...
Now Mr. Clark's a good lawyer
He good as I ever seen
He the first man that proved
That water run upstream
You know I like Mr. Clark...
Let The Good Times Roll
(Theard/Moore - Louis Jordan 1946)
Hey everybody
Let's have some fun
You only live but once
And when you're dead you're done
So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Don't care if you're young or old
Get together and let the good times roll
Don't sit there mumblin'
And talkin' trash
If you wanna have a ball
You gotta go out and spend some cash
To let the good times roll...
Hey Mr. Landlord
Lock up all the doors
When the police comes around
Tell 'em the joint is closed
And let the good times roll...
Hey y'aII, tell everybody
Mr. Jordan's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter and I'm just
Rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody
Play me cheap
I've got 50 cents more than I'm gonna keep
To let the good times roll...
Hey, no matter whether
It's rainy weather
Birds of a feather gotta stick together
So get yourself under control
Go out and let the good times roll
Little Red Rooster
Willie Dixon
I had a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for days.
I had a lit' red rooster
Too lazy to crow for days.
Kept evrything in the barnyard
Upset in evry way.
Oh the dogs begin to bark,
Hounds begin to howl.
Oh the dogs begin to bark,
Hounds begin to howl.
Oh watch out strange kin folks
'Cause the little red rooster's on the prowl
If you see my little red rooster,
Please drive him home .
If you see my little red rooster,
Please drive him home .
There's been no peace in the barnyard,
Since the little red rooster been gone
Livin' hand to mouth
I´m tired of livin´ hand to mouth
I´m tired of livin´ hand to mouth
If you´re workin´ for a living
You know what I´m talking about
Now you got your little job
You work hard every day
You gotta be a damned fool at all
to get ahead that way
I´m tired of livin´ hand to mouth
I´m tired of livin´ hand to mouth
If you´re workin´ for your liberty
You know what I´m talking about
So I try to goes around
You get your little jack if you can
Half a million bills, cause understand
You take the rest
I´m tired of livin´ hand to mouth
I´m tired of livin´ hand to mouth
If you´re workin´ for a living
I know you just know what I´m talking about
Hey babe takin´ with you
that´s why I´ve been told
I lost try to get my guitar
before I get to old
Loisiana Blues
Muddy Waters
I'm going down to Loisiana, Baby, behind the sun, (2 times)
Well, you know I just found out, my trouble just begun.
I'm going down in New Orleans, hmmm - get me a mojo hand,
I wan' show all you good-lookin' women just how to treat your man.
Lonesome Blues
I woke up this mornin', feelin' sad and blue,
Baby done quit me, what am I gonna do?
(Chorus)
You know I'm lonesome, and the blues is in my way.
I may be down and out today, but I'll be up some day.
Boys, ain't it hard lovin' another man's girl friend?
Can't see her when you want to, got to see her when you can.
(Chorus)
I got to walk by myself, sleep by myself,
While the woman I love she's lovin' somebody else.
(Chorus)
My baby left me, she left me broken down,
Said, "Goodbye, daddy, I'll meet you in another town."
(Chorus)
I wake up in the morning, 'bout the break of day,
Reach against the pillow where my baby used to lay.
(Chorus)
Long gray mare
P.A. Greenbaum
I got a long gray mare, she won't let me ride
I got a long gray mare, she won't let me ride
She makes me brush her in the morning
And put her to bed every night.
Long gray mare, why can't we be just like before
Long gray mare, why can't we be just like before
We used to ride so hard, oh 'till we couldn't take no more
Long grey mare, don't I feed you everyday
Long grey mare, well don't I feed you everyday
And when I dig you with my spurs, you turn around the other way.
Long-Handled Shovel
It takes a long-handled shovel to dig a nine foot hole
It takes a long-handled shovel to dig a nine foot hole
It takes a long-legged woman to satisfy my soul.
It takes a two-bladed ax, lord, to cut diis timber down.
It takes a two-bladed ax, lord, to cut diis timber down.
It takes a two-timin' woman to make me leave diis town.
It takes a fast-movin' rattler to take me from this place.
It takes a fast-movin' rattler to take me from this place.
It takes a fast-talkin' mama to laugh right in my face.
It takes a six-string guitar to help me sing this song.
It takes a sLx-string guitar to help me sing this song.
It takes a six-shot pistol- -and I'll be long time gone.
Long John Blues
(Tommy George 1947)
I've got a dentist
Who's over seven feet tall (2x)
Long John they call him
And he answers every call
Well (Yes) I went to Long John's office
And told him the pain was killing (2x)
He told me not to worry
That my cavity just needed filling
He said, when I start drilling
I'll have to give you a novocaine (2x)
'Cause every woman
Just can't stand the pain
He took out his trusty drill
And he told me to open wide
He said he wouldn't hurt me
But he'd feel my whole inside
Long John, Long John
You've got that golden touch
You thrill me when you drill me
And I need you very much
When he got through
He said, baby that will cost you ten (2x)
Six months from now
Come back and see me again
Say, you're supposed to see your dentist
'Bout twice a year that's right
But I think I feel it throbbin'
Guess I'll go back there tonight
Long John, Long John
Don't ever move away
Say, I hope I keep on achin'
So I can see you every day
The Long-Line Skinner Blues
(Jerry Silver)
I've got a belly full of whisky and a head full of gin,
the doctor says,'twill kill me but he don't say when.
I'm a long - line Skinner and my home's out west,
Lookin' for the woman, Lord, that love me best.
See, pretty mama, pretty mama, look what you done done,
You made your daddy love you now your man done come.
I'm a long-line skinner and my home's out west,
Lookin' for the gal, Lord, that'll love me best.
I'm way down in the bottom skinning mules for Johnny Ryan,
Puttin' my initials, honey, on a mule's behind.
With my long whip line, babe. With my long whip line--
lookin' for the woman who can ease my worried mind.
When the weather it gets chilly, gonna pack up my line.
'Cause I ain't skinnin' mules, Lord, in the wintertime.
Yes, I'm a long-line skinner and my home's out west,
And I'm lookin' for the woman, Lord, that'll love me the best.
Lonesome House Blues
I had a dream last night all about my gal.
I had a dream last night all about my gal.
You can tell by that, sweet poppa ain't feel-in' so well.
I'm goin' away, momma, just to wear you off my mind.
I'm goin' away, pretty momma, just to wear you off my mind.
If I live here in Chicago, money's gonna be my crime.
My house is lonesome, my baby left me all alone.
This house is lonesome - she left me all alone.
If your heart ain't rock, sugar, it must be marble stone.
I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk.
I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk.
lt has settled on my brain, and it hurts my tongue to talk.
Mannish Boy...
Muddy Waters
Oh Yeah.. Oh Yeah...
Everything going be allright this morning (whatever that means...)
Now when I was a young boy
at the age of five
my mother said I would be
the greatest thing alife
But now I'm a man
way past twentyone
I would believe me baby
I had a lot of fun
(Chor.: ) I'm a man etc.
Sittin on the outside
just me and my mate
You know I was made to move You, honey,
Come up two hours late
(Chor.: ) I'm a man etc.
The lions I shoot
And I never missed
But when I make love to a woman
She cant´t resist.
I think I´m going down
To old cat´s stool(?)
I´m going to bring my second cousin
That´s John the conquerer
All you young girls
Sittin out there in line
I can make love to you
In 5 minutes time.
(Chor.:)
Ain´t that a man?! etc.
(Chor.:)
I'm a man
I spell
'M'
'A' child
'N'
That rebel sent me???
Now
'B'...
'O' child
'Y'...
That means manish boy
I'm a man (Yeah)
I'm a full grown man
(I'm a) Man (Yeah)
I'm a natural born lovers man
(I'm a) Man (Yeah)
I'm a rolling stone
(I'm a) Man (Yeah)
I'm a hootchie coochie man
Marryin' Blue Yodel
Well, I don't mind marryin', but can't stand settlin' down,
Don't mind marryin', ooh, but Lord, settlin' down,
Gonna act like a preacher so I can ride from town to town.
(Yodel)I lee oh yodel, ooh, I lee oh yodel, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I'd like to be your sidetrack, baby, till your mainline comes,
Like to be your sidetrack, baby, till your mainline comes;
I can do more switchin' than your mainline ever done.
(optional yodel after every Verse>
I was a stranger passing through your town,
I was a stranger passing through your town,
When I asked for a favor, good gal, you done turned me down.
I'd rather drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow log,
Yes, drink muddy water--sleep in a hollow log,
Than stay here in Houston, good gal, and be your salty dog.
You may see me talking- -walking down the railroad track,
You may see me talking- -walking down the railroad track,
But, good gal, you done me wrong and I ain't never comin' back.
I rode the Southern, I rode the L. and M.
Yes, 1 rode the Southern and I rode the L. and M.
And if the railroad cops don't get me, I'll ride on them again.
I like Mississippi- -fool about Tennessee,
I like Mississippi, I'm a fool about Tennessee,
But these Oklahoma women 'bout got the best of me.
What makes the rooster crow at the break of day?
What makes the rooster, Lord, crow at the break of day?
To let the little dog know that the big dog is on his way.
Well, it's T for Texas, T for Tennessee,
And it's T for Texas, T for Tennessee,
And it's T for Thelma--the gal who made a fool out of me.
If you don't like me, Thelma, you don't have to stall;
If you don't like me, Thelma, you don't have to stall,
'Cause I can get me more women than a passenger train can haul.
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun, long as I am tall,
Gonna buy me a shotgun just as long as I am tall,
I'm gonna shoot old Thelma- -just to see her jump and fall.
Me and My Captain
Me and my captain don't agree,
But he don't know 'cause he don't ask me.
(Chorus>
He don't know, he don't know my mind.
When he sees me laughin', just laughin' to keep from cryin'.
Oh, my Lord, what's the matter now,
Me and my captain can't make it nohow.
(Chorus>
Captain cusses, but I just smile,
I'll be long gone in a little while.
(Chorus)
Got one mind for the captain to see,
'Nother for what I know is me.
(Chorus)
One of these days and it won't be long.
He'll call my name but I'll be gone.
(Chorus)
Mellow Down Easy
Little Walter/Dixon
Swing/Shuffle 90-100
You jump jump here
You jump jump there
You jump jump jump
Ev´rywhere
Then you mellow down easy
mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top
You shake shake here
You shake shake there
You shake shake shake
Ev´rywhere
Then you mellow down easy
mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top
You wiggle wiggle here
You wiggle wiggle there
You wiggle wiggle wiggle
Ev´rywhere
Then you mellow down easy
mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top
Messin´ With My Pride
Eddy C. Campbell
Oh Baby, you slap this last year,
messin´ with my life
I´m here to tell you
there ain´t no place I can hide
I said oh
youre messin´ with me
oh ...... you´re messin´ with me
It´s too late now,
you turn back the clock
time is passin´
It´s the last time you knock
I said oh
youre messin´ with me
oh ...... you´re messin´ with me
Oh tell me Baby
what it´s gonna be
you got me running
like a monkey aportie
I said oh
youre messin´ with me
oh ...... you´re messin´ with me
Midnight Blues
(Gary Moore, 4/4)
It´s the darkest hour
of the darkest night
It´s a million miles
from morning light
Can´t get no sleep
don´t know what to do
I got those mid-night blues
When the shadows fall,
I feel the night closin´ in
There must be some reason
for this mood I´m gettin´ in
Can´t get no sleep
don´t know what to do
I got those mid-night blues
Bridge:
Ev-´ry evening after sun-down
as the light begins to fade
I feel so low, but I just don´t know,
why these blues won´t go away.
It´s the darkest hour
of the darkest night
It´s a million miles
from morning light
Can´t get no sleep
don´t know what to do
I got those mid-night blues
I got those mid-night blues
I got those mid-night blues
I got those mid-night blues
The Midnight Special
Well, you wake up in the morning, hear the big bell ring,
You go marching to the table, see the same damn' thing
Well, it's on a one table, knife and fork and a pan,
And if you say anything about it, you're in trouble with the man.
(Chorus)
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me,
Let the Mid-night Special shine her ever lovin' light on me.
If you ever go to Houston, you'd better walk right,
And you better not stagger, and you better not fight.
'Cause the sheriff will arrest you and he'll carry you down.
And you can bet your bottom dollar you're Sugarland bound.
(Chorus)
Yonder comes Miss Rosie, tell me how do you know?
I know her by her apron and the dress she wore.
Umberella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand.
Well, I heard her tell the captain, "I want my man."
(Chorus)
Lord, Thelma said she loved me, but I believe she told a lie,
'Cause she hasn't been to see me since last July.
She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea.
She brought me nearly everything but the jailhouse key.
(Chorus>
Well, the biscuits on the table, just as hard as any rock.
If you try to eat them, break a convict's heart.
My sister wrote a letter, my mother wrote a card- -
"If you want to come to see us, you'll have to ride the rods."
(Chorus)
I'm goin' away to leave you, and my time it ain't long.
The man is gonna call me, and I'm goin' home.
Then I'll be done all my grievin', whoopin', hollerin' and a-cryin'
Then I'll be done all my studyin' 'bout my great long time.
(Chorus)
Mule Skinner Blues
Well, it's good morning, Captain, Good morning son,
And it's good morning Captain, Good morning son,
Do you need another mule skinner out on your new road line?
Well, I like to work, I'm rolling all the time;
Yes, I like to work, I'm rolling all the time;
I can carve my initials right on a mule's behind.
Weil, it's hey, little water boy, bring your water 'round,
And it's hey, little water boy, bring your water 'round;
If you don't like your job, set that water bucket down.
I'm a-workin' on that new road at a dollar and a dime a day,
Workin' on that new road-dollar and a dime a day;
I got three women waitin' on a Saturday night just to draw my pay.
My babe
Little Walter, Willie Dixon
My baby don´t stand no cheatin´, my babe
Oh yeah, she don´t stand no cheatin´, my babe
Oh yeah, she don´t stand no cheatin´
She don´t stand none of that midnight creepin´
My babe, true little baby, my babe
My babe I know she loves me, my babe
Oh yes I know she loves me, my babe
Oh yes I know she loves me
She don´t nothin´ but kiss and hug me
My babe, true little baby, my babe
My baby don´t stand no cheatin´, my babe
Oh no, she don´t stand no cheatin´, my babe
Oh no, she don´t stand no cheatin´
Everything she do, she do so pleasin´
My babe, true little baby, my babe
My baby don´t stand no foolin´, my babe
Oh yeah, she don´t stand no foolin´, my babe
Oh yeah, she don´t stand no foolin´
When she´s hot, there ain´t no coolin´
My babe, true little baby, my babe
Never No More Hard Times Blues
I got a barrel of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard.
I got a barrel of flour, Lord, I got a buck-et of lard.
Ain't got no blues, got chickens in my backyard.
Got corn in my crib, got cotton in my patch.
Got corn in my crib, got cotton in my patch.
I got the old hen settin'-waitin' for the old hen to hatch.
I'm gonna build me a shanty, Lord, I'm gonna settle down.
I'm gonna build me a shanty, Lord, I'm gonna settle down.
Get me a cornfed mama, Lord, and stop runnin' around.
I can make more money with my pick and plow.
I can make more money with my pick and plow.
With my one-eyed mule and my good old Jersey cow.
New Stranger's Blues
I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town;
I'm a stranger here, just blowed in your town;
Just because I'm a stranger ev'rybody wants to dog me 'round.
Lord, I wonder do my good gal know I'm here;
Lord, I wonder do my good gal know I'm here;
Well, if she do, she sure don't seem to care.
I wonder how can some people dog a poor stranger so,
I wonder how can some people dog a poor stranger so,
They should remember, they goin' to reap just what they sow.
I would stay up North but there's nothing here I can do,
I would stay up North but there's nothing here I can do,
But hang around this corner and sing the new stranger's blues.
Mama, I am going back South if I wear ninety-nine pairs of shoes.
Mama, I am going back South if I wear ninety-nine pairs of shoes,
Then I know I'll be welcome and I won't have the new stranger's blues.
Number 12 Train
Number Twelve Train took my baby, I could not keep from cry'n'
Number Twelve took my baby, I could not keep from cry'n'.
Sometimes I'm not myself, sometimes I feel I'm dyin'.
She left me all night long, I could not help myself.
She left me all night long, I could not help myself.
I thought she was lovin' me - I found she had someone else.
I may be wrong, but I'll be right some day;
I may be wrong, but I'll be right some day;
'cause the next gal I get will have to do what Poppa say.
On a Monday
On a Monday, Monday I was arrested.
On a Tues-day, locked up in jail.
On a We'n's-day my trial was attested.
On a Thursday nobody would-n't go my bail.
Chorus:
Well it's all. Almost done. Well it's all. Almost done.
Well it's all. Almost done. And I ain't gonna see them pretty gals no more.
On a Friday me and my baby was a-waikin'.
On a Saturday she locked me out of doors.
On a Sunday we were sittin' down a-talkin'.
On a Monday she pawned all of my dothes.
(Chorus>
Take these stripes, stripes from around my shouider,
Take these chains, chains from around my leg.
Lord, these stripes, stripes they sure don't worry me,
But these chains, chains gonna kill me dead.
(Chorus)
One Room Country Shack
(Mercy Dee Walton 1952)
Sittin' here a thousand miles from nowhere
In my one room country little shack (2x)
Lord, my only worldly possession
Is a raggedy old 'leven foot cotton sack
I wake every night around midnight
Peoples I just can't sleep no more (2x)
Only crickets and frogs to keep me company
And the wind howlin' 'round my door
I'm gonna leave here early (soon) in the mornin'
I'm bound to go out of my mind (2x)
I'm gonna find me some kind of companion
Even if she's dumb, deaf, crippled and blind
Pay Day At Coal Creek
Pay day, pay day, oh, pay day,
Pay day at Coal Creek tomorrow,
Pay day at Coal Creek tomorrow.
Payday, payday, oh, payday.
Pay day don't come at Coal Creek no more.
Pay day don't come no more.
Bye-bye, bye-bye, oh, bye-bye,
Bye-bye, my woman, I'm gone,
Bye-bye, my woman, I'm gone.
You'll miss me, you'll miss me, you'll miss me,
You'il miss me when I'm gone,
You'll miss me when I'm gone.
I'm a poor boy, I'm a poor boy, I'm a poor boy,
I'm a poor boy and a long ways from home,
l'm a poor boy and a long ways from home.
Easy rider, oh, easy rider, oh, easy rider,
Oh, easy rider, but you'll leave the rail sometime,
Oh, easy rider, but you'll leave the rail sometime.
Pay day, pay day, oh, pay day,
Pay day don't come at Coal Creek no more,
Pay day don't come no more.
Phonograph Blues
(Robert Johnson 1936)
Beatrice got a phonograph
And it won't say a lonesome word (2x)
What evil have I done
What evil have the poor girl heard
Beatrice, I love my phonograph
But you broke my windin' chain (2x)
And you taken my lovin'
And you give it to your other man
And we played it on the sofa
And we played it 'side the wall (2x)
But my needles have got rusty
And it will not play at all
Beatrice, I love my phonograph
And I'm bound to lose my mind (2x)
Why'n't you bring your clothes back home
Baby, and try me one more time
Now my phonograph (My little phonograph)
And it won't say a lonesome word (2x)
What evil have I done
What evil have the poor girl heard
Now, Beatrice
Won't you bring your clothes back home (2x)
I wanna wind your little phonograph
Just to hear your little motor moan
Piece of my heart
Janis Joplin, Words and Music by B.Berns & J.Ragovoy
Didn´t I make you feel like you were the only man
Didn´t I give you ev´rything that a woman possibly can
But with all the love I give you, it´s never enough
But I´m gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.
So go on, go on, go on, go on,
Take it! Take another little Piece Of My Heart now, baby
Break it! Break another little Piece Of My Heart now, honey
Have a! Have another little Piece Of My Heart now, baby
You know you got it if it makes you feel good.
You´re out in the street lookin´ good
And you know deep down in your heart that ain´t right,
And, oh - you never, never hear me when I cry at night,
Woh - oh - oh, I tell myself that I can´t stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms I say it again,
So go on, go on, go on, go on,
Take it! Take another little Piece Of My Heart now, baby
Break it! Break another little Piece Of My Heart now, honey
Have a! Have another little Piece Of My Heart now, baby
You know you got it if it makes you feel good.
Please Don't Think I'm Nosey
(Baby Boy Warren 1949)
Good mornin' little beautiful darlin'
Wait just a minute, don't get me wrong
Are you expecting some private party
Or you just standing all alone
But Lady, please don't think I'm nosy
I'm just as kind, kind as I can be
I know the present of your future
Bears the whole world and all to me
I would like to ask some information
Are you gonna make this town your home
May I extend my conversation
Or would I have to keep movin' on
But Lady, please don't think I'm nosy
I'm just as kind, kind as I can be
Because the present of your future
Bears the whole round world to me
Now, let's you and I get acquainted
Tell me what might be your name
Don't think I'm tryin' to find out your 'rangements
But darlin' who's your lovin' man
But lady please...
Darlin' don't think I'm nosy because I'm askin' this, but I just can't help it
if you don't have no objections
We'll go out and drink and dine
I would like to ask a few more questions
Can I possibly call you mine
But lady please...
Poor Man Blues
I never had a barrel of money,
I never had a ruby red ring.
I'm gonna die and go to heaven,
Lord, There I'll set and sing,
(Chorus)
Lord, this song ain't nothin', no, this song ain't nothin'
but a poor man singin' the blues
I don't need a barrel of money,
I can't use a ruby red ring.
All I want is you, my honey,
To set and listen to me sing.
(Chorus)
I'm goin' on down to the station,
Gonna catch me a fast-moving train.
I'm goln' back to East Virginia,
Never leavin' home again.
(Chorus)
The climate 'round here doesn't suit my clothing,
And the water 'round here tastes like turpentine.
I'm goin' home to East Virginia
Where the water tastes like ever-lovin' wine.
(Chorus)
Prison Bound
lt was early one mornin', Lord, the blues come fallin' down,
It was early one mornin', the blues come fallin' down,
I'm all locked up in jail, Lord, and I'm prison bound.
lt was all last night I sat in my cell and moaned,
lt was all last night I sat in my cell and moaned,
Thinkin' about my baby, great God, and my happy home.
Now, baby, you will never see my smilin' face again,
Now, baby, you will never see my smiiin' face again,
But you can always remember that your daddy has been your friend.
At my trial, baby, you could not be found,
At my trial, baby, you could not be found,
lt's too late, mistreatin' woman, you know I'm prison bound.
The Pusher
(Hoyt Axton / John Kay - Steppenwolf)
You know I've smoked a lot of grass
O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
Ah, if you live or if you die
God damn, mmh mmh, the Pusher
God damn, hehey I say The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
That, God, is not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream
God damn, ohoh, the Pusher
God damn, God damn the Pusher
I said God damn, God, God damn the Pusher man
Well, now if I were the president of this land
You know, I'd declare total war on the Pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he'd run
Yes I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun
God damn, aahh, the Pusher
Gad damn the Pusher
I said God damn, God damn the Pusher man
Rainin´ in my heart
(James Moore & J. West, 4/4, in F)
It´s raining in my heart
since we´ve been apart
I know I was wrong
Baby, please come back home
You got me cryin´,
´bout to loose my mind,
Don´t let me cry in vain,
try my love just once a(1)gain.
Recite:
Honey, I need your love,
Darling, you know why.
And if you would come back home
there´d be no need for me to cry
You got me cryin´,
´bout to loose my mind,
Don´t let me cry in vain,
try my love just once a(2)gain.
Ration Blues
(Cosey/Clark/Jordan - Louis Jordan 1943)
Baby, Baby, Baby
What's wrong with Uncle Sam?
He cut down on my sugar
Now he's messing with my ham
I got the ration blues
Blue as I can be
Poo-ooor me
I've got those ration blues
I gotta live on forty ounces
Of any kind of meat
Those 40 little ounces
Gotta last me all the week
I gotta cut down on my jelly
It takes sugar to make it sweet
I'm gonna steal all your jelly, baby
And rob you of your meat
I got the ration blues...
I like to wake up in the mornin'
With my jelly by my side
Since rationing started, baby
You just take your stuff and hide
They reduced my meat and sugar
And rubber's disappearin' fast
You can't ride no more with papa
Cause Uncle Sam wants my gas
I got the ration blues...
Reconsider Baby
Lowell Fulson (Freddy King)
So long,
oh how I hate to see you go
So long,
oh how I hate to see you go
And the way that I will miss you
I guess you will never know
we´ve been together so long
to have to separate this way
we´ve been together too long
to have to separate this way
I´m gonna let you go ahead on, baby
pray that you´ll come back home some day
You said you once did love me,
but now I guess you have changed your mind
You said you once did love me,
but now I guess you have changed your mind
Why don´t you reconsider baby,
give yourself just a little more time.
Reconversion Blues
(Moore/Graham - Louis Jordan 1945)
I got those ree-ee-
Reconversion blues
Got those ree-ee-
Reconversion blues
Can't wait to buy a new automobile
And a pair of two-tone shoes
I can walk right past my draft-board
And I won't get no dirty looks
I can go down to see my grocer
Without takin' my ration-books
I got those ree-ee-
Reconversion blues
I can drive in a gas station
And get most anything I choose
I forgot the taste of bacon
And of butter and whipped-cream cake
At night I wake up screamin'
Bring me a nice fat juicy steak
I got those ree-ee-
Reconversion blues
I'm gonna buy my baby nylons
Gonna buy her all that she can use
No more fish on Tuesdays
I get plenty meat in my stews
There's plenty of cigarettes and chewin'-gum
And nuts and bolts and screws
Got those ree-ee-
Reconversion blues
If someone say "For the duration"
Brother, I'm gonna blow my fuse
I'm gonna reconvert my baby
With a house and a diamond ring
We're gonna lock our door this winter
And we won't come out til spring
I got those ree-ee-
Reconversion blues
I'm gonna buy a brand-new radio
That don't know how to get the latest news
Rock me, babe
B.B.King
Rock me Baby
Rock me all night long
Rock me Baby
Honey, Rock me all night long
I want you to rock me Baby
Like my back ain´t got no bone
Roll me Baby
Like you roll a wagon wheel
Honey, to roll me Baby
Like you roll a wagon wheel
Honey, Roll me Baby
You don´t know how it makes me feel
Rock me baby
honey, rock me slow
Hey rock me pretty baby
Baby rock me slow
Honey to rock me baby
Till i want no more
Shave 'em Dry
(Lucille Bogan 1935, 78 version)
All of you keg-women
You better put on the walk
Cause I'm gonna get drunk and do my dirty talk
The monkey and the baboon
Was playin' in the grass
And the monkey got mad and whupped his yas-yas-yas
Talkin' 'bout shavin'
Mama's goin to shave 'em dry
And if you don't know
Mama's goin' to learn you how
You know a elephant
He's big and stout
He would be alright
if it wasn't for his snout
Talkin'...
I ain't rough
I ain't tough
I'm just a stump-down roller
and I likes to strut my stuff
Talkin'...
I met a man
Lived down the way
He had so much money
Until I had to stay
I was Talkin'...
If you meet your man And he tell you a lie
Just pull out your razor
And shave him dry
Talkin' 'bout shave 'em
Mama's gonna shave him dry
Cause I don't want no man
Tell me no dirty lie
Shorty George
Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine,
Well-a, Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine,
He's taken all the women and left the men behind.
Shorty George, he done been here and gone.
Yes, Shorty George, he done been here and gone,
Lord, he left many a poor man a great long way from home.
My mama died when I was a lad,
My mama died when I was a lad,
And ever since I been to the bad.
Well, my babe caught the Katy, I caught the Santa Fe(e),
Well, she caught the Katy and I caught the Santa Fe(e).
Well, you can't quit me, baby, can't you see?
Well, I went to Galveston-work on the Mallory Line,
Went to Galveston-Lord, on the Mallory Line,
Babe, you can't quit me-ain't no use tryin'
Shorty George, travelin' through the land.
Shorty George, he's travelin' through the land,
Alway's lookin' to pick some poor woman's man.
When I get back to Dallas, I'm gonna waik and tell.
When I get back to Dallas, gonna walk and tell,
That the Fort Bend bottom is a burning hell.
Shuckin' Sugar Blues
I've got your picture, and I'm goin' to put it in a frame;
I've got your picture, and I'm goin' to put it in a frame Shuckin' sugar.
And then if you leave town we can find you just the same.
Now, if you don't love me, please don't dog me 'round.
If you don't love me, please don't dog me 'round- -Shuckin' sugar- -
If you dog me 'round I know you'll put me down.
Oh, say, Sarah Brown, somethin's gone on wrong.
Say, Sarah Brown, somethin's done gone wrong--Shuckin' sugar- -
The woman I love, she done been here and gone.
Oh, listen, Sarah Brown, don't you want to go?
Oh, Sarah Brown, don't you want to go?- -Shuckin' sugar- -
Want to take you 'cross the water where that brown-skin man can't go.
I am worried here, and I'm worried everywhere.
I am worried here, and I'm worried everywhere- -Shuckin' sugar- -
Man, I stretched out at home, and I'll not be worried there.
I'm tired of marryin', tired of this settlin' down.
Tired of bein' married, tired of this settlin' down--Shuckin' sugar- -
I only want to stay like I am and slip from town to town.
Skillet Good and Greasy
I'm goin' down town, gonna get me a sack of flour,
Gonna cook it ev'ry hour.
Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time.
Skillet good and greasy all the time.
And if you say so, I'll never work no more.
I'll bed down on your floor,
And I'll lay around your shanty all the time, time, time.
Lay around your shanty all the time.
I'm goin' downtown, gonna get me a jug a brandy,
Gonna give it all to Nancy.
Keep her good and drunk and goosy all the time, time, time.
Good and drunk and goosy all the time.
Spoonful
(Willie Dixon - Etta James, Harvey Fuqua 1960)
Oh, now it could be a spoonful of diamonds
it could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul
Women die for that spoonful
Yeah, and men cry for that spoonful
Yeah, women lie for that spoonful
Yeah, and men sigh for that spoonful
Yeah, yeah
Yeeeeeea, yeeeeeea, yeeeah
That spoon-, that spoon-, that spoonful
Could be a spoonful of coffee
it could be a spoonful of tea
Not a knife, not a fork, but a spoon, baby
is good enough for me
Men lie for that spoonful
Yeah, women die for that spoonful
You know they sigh for that spoonful
Yeah, now, they cry for that spoonful
Yeah, yeah
Yeeeeeea, yeeeeeea, yeeeah
That spoon-, that spoon-, that spoonful
Oooh, now it could be a spoonful of diamonds
Could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul
Could be a spoonful of coffee, coffee, coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me
Now, and men will fight for that spoonful
Yeah, yeah they die for that spoonful
Yeah, yeah they sigh for that spoonful
Yeah, now they fight for that spoonful
Yeah, yeah
Yeeeeeea, yeeeeeea, yeeeah
That spoon-, that spoon-, that spoonful ...
Spoonful
Willie Dixon, Cream - (shorter)
It could be a spoonful a diamonds,
It could be a spoonful a gold,
just a little spoon a your precious love,
satisfy my soul.
R:
Men lies about a little,
some of them cries about a little,
some of them dies about a little,
ev´rything fight about a spoonful,
That spoon, that spoon, that spoon. (full?)
It could be a spoonful a coffee,
It could be a spoonful a tea,
It could be a spoon a your precious love,
good enough for me.
It could be a spoonful a water,
saved them from the desert sand,
but a little spoon, a little forty five,
save you from another man.
Sportin' Life Blues
I got a letter from my home, Most of my friends are dead and gone;
That old night life, that sportin' life is killin' me.
My mother used to say to me,
"So young and foolish, that I can't see."
Ain't got no mother, my sister and brother won't talk to me.
I've been a liar, and a cheater too,
Spent all my money on booze and you;
That old night life, that sportin' life is kuhn' me.
My mother used to say to me,
"So young and foolish, that I can't see."
Ho, Jerry, hey there, Jerry, why don't you change your ways?"
I've been a gambler and a cheater too,
But now it's come my turn to lose,
This old sportin' life has got the best hand, what can I do?
There ain't but one thing that I've done wrong,
Lived this sportin' life, my friend, too long;
I say it's no good, please believe me, please leave it alone.
I'm gettin' tired of runnin' 'round,
Think I will marry and settle down;
That old night life, that sportin' life is killin' me.
Stormy monday
T. Bone Walker, Albert King, Freddie King, ...
They call it stormy Monday
but Tuesday´s just as bad
They call it stormy Monday
but Tuesday´s just as bad
Wednesday´s worse
and Thursday´s also sad
Yes, the eagle flies on Friday
and Saturday I go out to play
Eagle flies on Friday
and Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church
Then I kneel down and pray
Lord, have mercy,
Lord, have mercy on me.
Lord, have mercy,
My heart´s in misery:
Crazy ´bout my baby
Yes, send her back to me!
Sugar Babe Blues
Take your arm from 'round my neck Sugar Babe,
Take your arm from 'round my neck Sugar Babe,
Take your arm from 'round my neck
You're a dirty little insect.
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia Sugar Babe.
I pulled you before you got right- -Sugar Babe,
I pulled you before you got right- -Sugar Babe,
I pulled you before you got right,
Now I know you ain't my type;
I'm gonna send your back to Georgia--Sugar Babe,
I bought you clothes in the latest style- -Sugar Babe,
I bought you clothes in the latest style- -Sugar Babe,
1 bought you clothes in die latest style,
Here you are running wild.
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia- -Sugar Babe.
I got enough of your baby talk- -Sugar Babe,
I got enough of your baby talk- -Sugar Babe,
I got enough of your baby talk;
Here's your fare, you don't have to walk.
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia- -Sugar Babe.
You're walkin' 'round here with your head so hard- -Sugar Babe,
You're walkin' 'round here with your head so hard- -Sugar Babe,
You1re walkin' 'round here widi your head so hard
Think I'm gonna have to use my rod.
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia- -Sugar Babe.
Summertime
(Gerschwin / J.Joplin,...)
Summertime
an´ the livin´ is easy
Fish are jumpin´
an´ the cotton is high
Oh, yo´ daddy´s rich
an yo´ ma is good lookin´
So hush, little baby,
don´ you cry
One of these mornin´s
you goin´ to rise up singin´;
Then you´ll spread yo´ wings
an you´ll take the sky
But till that mornin´
there´s a nothin´ can harm you
with Daddy an´ Mammy
standin´ by
T.B. Blues
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, lt's too late.
too late, too late, too late, too late, I'm on my way to Denver
God knows I can't hesitate.
When I was on my feet,I couldn't walk down the street,
Women lookin' at me from my head to my feet; But Lord, now T. B.s is killin' me.
You know I'm like a pris'ner, always wishin' he's free.
T. B.s is all right to have, but your friends treat you so low-down.
T. B.s is all right to have, but your friends treat you so low-down.
Don't you ask them for a favor, they'll stop coming around.
Ummm-mmm, T. B.s is killin' me.
Ummm-mmm, T. B.s is killin' me.
I wish I was dead and buried in the deep blue sea.
Teacher's Blues
Teacher, Teacher, why are you so poor?
Teacher, Teacher, why are you so poor?
When it comes to unions you're an amateur.
Now, Mister Teacher, why don't you organize?
Say, Teacher, Teacher, why don't you organize?
Don't sit around and watch those prices rise.
Now, unions are for workers, but a teacher has prestige;
Yes, unions are for workers, but a teacher has prestige;
He can feed his kids on that old noblesse oblige.
So he wears a white collar, he's treated with respect;
He wears a white collar, he's treated with respect;
Financially- -he's solid wrecked.
A teacher's collar is white, but Lord, it sure is frayed;
A teacher's collar is white, but Lord, it sure is frayed;
Now, could it be the pittance he is paid?
Well, Teacher, Teacher, be a happy drudge;
Come on now, Teacher, be a happy drudge;
Stuff yourself with that intellectual sludge.
Here's the source of our society's high-minded low-paid knowledge,
That's where it comes from, that high-minded low-paid knowledge,
That underprivileged character, the guy who teaches college.
Got those teacher's blues, those blues are on my mmd,
Yes, those teacher's blues, those blues are on my mmd,
Inflation's here, and left me far behind.
Terrible Operation Blues
(Thomas A.Dorsey a.k.a. Georgia Tom 1930)
Bring in the next patient, nurse
Get up on this table, pull off that gown
Raise up that right leg, let that left one down
Pull off them stockings, that silk underwear
The doctor's got to cut you, mama, don't know where
You got two or three tumors, shaped like a cube
Two or three leaks in your inner tube
Bring on that ether, bring on that gas
The doctor's got to cut you, mama, yas, yas, yas
The doctor knows to fix it, the doctor knows just what to do
Oh doctor, can I have a glass of water?
Oh, not now
Oh doctor, I'm so sick!
Sh, be quiet, doctor ain't gonna hurt you
Oh, what you gonna do
with that long knife?
Oh, that's just the doctor's tools
Oh doctor, what you gon' do with that saw?
Oh, we take off legs with that, that's all
Ooooh!
Be quiet, now, just a moment
There you are, the doctor's through!
Oh doctor, what did you take out of me?
Oh, just a minute, I'll tell you, dear
Four monkey wrenches, two horse-shay
Pair of old britches and a bale of hay
Your ribs were kinda loosened, they moved about
if I hadn't sewed you up, everything woulda fell out
I put in new tubes, tightened up the exhaust
Went into your hood and cleaned your spark plugs off
Your body's kinda weak, don't be hard
From now on you'll be careful with them there connection rods
Alright, doctor!
The doctor knows to fix it, the doctor knows just what to do
Gee, doctor, but I feel better
That so?
Yes, I feel kinda like I wanna do a little messin' 'round
Fine, go ahead!
Ooooh, my my my my
That's the way patients do that come to this doctor, they don't die
Your body's kinda weak, don't be hard
From now on you'll be careful with them there connection rods
Alright, doctor!
The doctor knows to fix it, the doctor knows just what to do
Texas Strut
Gary Moore
I went down south to dallas,
to hear those cowboys wail.
Came across that Billy Gibbons
ridin' on that Z-Z trail.
Chor:
I just can't lose with the Texas Blues.
Said I just can't lose, with the Texas Blues, the Texas Blues.
Got myself in Double Trouble
when I saw that Texas Flood.
Stevie said the sky is cryin',
Superstition's in his blood.
Chor.
I heard that Houston Twister
He could run you off the tracks.
When he plays that cold, cold feelin',
You get the shivers down your back.
Chor.
Well I'm going back to dallas,
won't be waitin' for no bus.
Ridin' off into the sunset,
you won't see my heels for dust.
Chor.:
I just can't lose with the Texas Blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas Blues,
Well I I just can't lose with the Texas Blues,
the Texas Blues, the Texas Blues.
A-how-how-how-how.
A-how-how-how-how.
Things About Comin' My Way
Ain't got no mon-ey, can't buy no grub,
Backbone and navel doin' the belly rub.
Chorus:
Now after all my hard trav'lin'
Things about comin' my way.
The pot was empty, the cupboard bare,
I said, "Mama, mama, what's goin' on here?"
(Chorus)
The rent was due, the light was out,
I said, "Mama, mama, what's it all about?"
(Chorus)
Sister was sick, doc wouldn't corne,
'Cause we couldn't pay him the proper sum.
(Chorus)
Lost all my money, ain't got a dime,
Givin' up this cold world, leavin' it behind.
(Chorus)
Work all this summer and all the fall,
Gonna make this Christmas in my overalls.
(Chorus)
One of these days--it won't be long,
You'll call my name and I'll be gone.
Final Chorus:
'Cause after all my hard trav'lin',
Things'll be comin' my way.
Thrill is gone
Hawkins / Darnell - B.B. King
The thrill is gone
the thrill is gone away
the thrill is gone, baby
the thrill is gone away
you know you´ve done me wrong baby
and you´ll be sorry some day
The thrill is gone
is gone away from me
the thrill is gone baby
the thrill is gone away from me
although I´m still livin´
but so lonely I´ll be
The thrill is gone
is gone away for good
oh the thrill is gone baby
is gone away for good
some day I know I´ll be over it all baby
just I gotta know how a good man should
you know I´m free free now baby
I´m free from your spell
well I´m free free free now
I´m free from your spell
and now that it´s all over
all I can do is wish you well
Tobacco Road
Musik und Text: John D. Loudermilk, sung by Tini Kainrath
I was born in a trunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco road
Growin' up, rusty shack
All I had was hangin' from my back
Only you know how I ove
This place called Tobacco road
(chorus)
But it's home
The only life I've ever known
Only you know how I love
Tobacco road
Gonna leave, get a job
With the help and the grace from above
Save some money, get rich and old
Bring it back to Tobacco road
(chorus)
Let's get it on
Tobacco road
Bring that dynamite and a crane
Blow it up, start all over again
Build a town be proud to show
Give the name Tobacco road
// Thanks, Peter - Helmut
Told My Captain
Told my captain my hands were cold,
Told my captain my feet were cold,
God damn your hands, boy, let the wheelin' roll.
God damn your feet, boy, let the wheel-in' roll.
Captain, Captain, you must be blind,
Look at your watch, it's past quittin' time.
Captain, Captain, how can it be?
Whistle done blow, you still workin' me?
Raised my hand to wipe the sweat off my head,
Damned old captain shot my buddy dead.
If you don't believe my buddy's dead.
Just look at that hole in my buddy's head.
Asked my captain to give me my time,
Damned old captain wouidn't pay me no mmd.
If I'd a-had my weight in lime,*
Would've whupped that captain till he was stone blind.
Captain walking up and down,
Buddy's lying on the burning ground.
Buzzards circling ,round the sky,
Buzzards sure know captain's gonna die.
* I. e., If I were a white man on even terms for a fair fight.
Too Poor To Die
(Iverson Minter a.k.a. Loisiana Red 1975)
Last night I had a dream
I dreamed I'd died
The undertaker came
To carry me for the ride
I couldn't afford a coffin
Embalmment's kinda high
I jumped off my deathbed, cause l's
Too poor to die
l's in trouble
And I'll tell you the reason why
I'm just too poor people
I'm too poor to go lay down and die
Dreamed at the cemetery
I couldn't afford enough
To pay the gravediggers
To cover me up
It cost a lot of money
Cause they was union men
I guess before I die, I better
Think again
l's in trouble...
Dreamed I met the devil
He's waitin' at the gate
Say, ,,Come on in, Red
You ain't a minute late"
Said, he'd lead me to his kingdom
Lead me by my arm
But he wouldn't move my body, 'less I
Grease his palm
l's in trouble...
Tricks Ain't Walkin' No More
(Lucille Bogan 1930)
Times done got hard
Money's done got scarce
Stealin' and robbin' is goin' to take place
Cause tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
I say tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I'm goin' to rob somebody
If I don't make me some dough
I'm goin' to do just like a blind man
Stand and beg for change
Until these arresting officers
Change my trickin' name
Cause tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
I say tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I've got to make my livin'
Don't care where I go
I'm goin' to learn these walkin' tricks
What it's all about
I'm goin' to get them in my house
And ain't goin' to let them out
Cause tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
I say tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't make no money
Don't care where I go
I got up this mornin'
With the risin' sun
Been walkin' all day
And I ain't caught a one
Cause tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
I say tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't make a dime
Don't care where I go
I got up this mornin'
Feelin' tough
I got to call in my tricks
In the rough, rough, rough
Cause tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
I say tricks ain't walkin'
Tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I've got to change my luck
If I have to move next door
Trouble In Mind
(Richard M. Jones 1924)
Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always
Forthe sun will shine
In my back door someday
I'm gonna lay my head
On some lonesome railroad line
And let that 2.19 train
Pacify my mind
Trouble in mind, I'm so blue
I've almost lost my mind
Sometimes I feel like livin'
Sometimes I feel like dyin'
My good man have quit me
And it sure does grieve my mind
When you see me laughin'
I'm laughin' just to keep from cryin'
Trouble in mind, I'm so blue
But I won't be blue always
For the sun's gonna shine
In my back door someday
Walkin´ The Dog
(Stones-Version)
Baby´s back, she´s dressed in black
Silver buttons all down her back
Hi ho tip the toes
She broke the needle and she can´t sew
Chor.:
Walking the dog
I´m just a walking the dog
If you don´t know how to do it,
I´ll show you how to walk the dog
I asked her mother for 15 cents
See her ever jump the fence
I jumped so high I touched the sky
Didn´t get back till a quarter to five
Chor.
Now tell me Mary watch your trail
How does your garden grow (spoken)
While with silver bell and cotton tails
and pretty maids all in a row
Chor.
Little bit Walkin ...
If you don´t know how to do it,
I´ll show you how to walk the dog
Wanderin'
My daddy is an engineer, my brother drives a hack,
My sister takes in washing and the baby balls the jack.
And it looks like I'm never gonna cease my wanderin'.
I've been a-wanderin' early and late,
New York City to the Golden Gate.
Been a-workin' in the City; been a-workin' on the farm,
And all I've got to show for it is the muscle in my arm.
And it ...
Snakes in the ocean, eels in the sea,
A redheaded woman made a fool out of me.
And it ...
When I Lay Down
When I lay down and die on my old tired hunkers,
The fam'ly back home get ten thousand plunkers;
Chorus:
Oh, this man's war is a mean man's war for sure.
I only want to live but I know I've got to die,
The fun I'll have be in die sweet by and by; (Chorus)
All of those mamas back home are a-pinin'
For a papa like me when the moon is a-shinin'; (Chorus)
Can't think about livin' when you know you got to die,
Can't think about lovin' when the heinie's nearby; (Chorus)
Findin' out every day how to be a fighter,
I'm a-totin' my gun but my pack's gettin' lighter; (Chorus)
There's a sniper over yonder in what's left of a tree,
But he'll be a snipin' son of a gun before he ever snipes me; (Chorus)
Whiskey And Wimmen
( 4/4, slow blues tempo, by John Lee Hooker)
Whiskey and wimmen´
almost wrecked my life
Whiskey and wimmen´
almost wrecked my life
If it wasn´t for whiskey and wimmen´
I´d have money today
Night life, - night life
ain´t no good for me
Night life, - night life
ain´t no good for me
I had a good start
but wimmen´ and whiskey
done tore it down
Wild Women Don't Have The Blues
(Ida Cox 1924)
I hear these women raving about their monkey-men
About their trifling husbands and their no-good friends
These poor women sit around all day and moan
Wondering why their wandering papas don't come home
But wild women don't worry
Wild women don't have the blues
Now when you got a man, don't never be on the square
Because if you do, he'll have a woman everywhere
I never was known to treat no one man right
I keep 'em working hard both day and night
'Cause wild women...
I've got a different system and a way of my own
When my man starts kicking, I let him find another home
I get full of good liquor, walk the streets all night
Go home and put my man out if he don't act right
Wild women...
You never get nothing by being an angel child
You better change your ways and get real wild
I want to tell you something, I wouldn't tell you a lie
Wild women are the only kind that really get by
'Cause wild women don't worry
Wild women don't have the blues
The Wind Cries Mary
Jimi Hendrix
After all the jacks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
footprints dress in red.
And the wind whispers Mary.
A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
somewhere a King has no wife.
And the wind it cries Mary.
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream,
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past,
and with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers: "no, this will be the last".
And The Wind Cries Mary.
Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues
Old man Sargent, sittin' at the desk,
The damned old fool won't give us no rest.
He'd take the nickels off a deadman's eyes
To buy a Coca Cola and an Eskimo Pie.
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the Winnsb'ro Cotton Mill blues.
Lordy, Lordy, spoolin's hard. You know and I know, I don't have to tell,
Yo work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the Winnsb'ro Cotton Mill blues
When I die, don't bury me at all,
Just hang me up on the spool room wall.
Place a knotter in my right hand,
So I can keep on spoolin' in the promised land.
I got...
When I die, don't bury me deep.
Bury me down on 600 Street.
Place a bobbin in each hand,
So I can doff in the promised land.
I got...
Worried Man Blues
lt takes a worried man to sing a worried song,
lt takes a worried man to sing a worried song,
lt takes a worried man to sing a worried song,
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
I went across the river and I lay down to sleep, (3)
And I woke up with shackles on my feet.
Twenty-nine links of chain around my leg. (3)
And on each link the initial of my name.
I asked the judge what might be my fine. (3)
Twenty-one years on the R. C. Mountain Line.
Twenty-one years to pay my awful crime. (3)
Twenty-one years-but I got ninety-nine.
The train arrived sixteen coaches long. (3)
The girl I love is on that train and gone.
looked down the track as far as I could see, (3)
Little bitty hand was waving after me.
If anyone should ask you who composed this song,(3)
Tell them it was I and I sing it all day long.
You Don't Know My Mind
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know my mind.
You don't know, you don't know my mind.
When you see me laughin' - laughin' just to keep from cryin' . -
You can't tell, you can't tell, you can't tell how I feel.
You can't tell, you can't tell how I feel,
With these cold iron shackles - shackles diggin' in my heel
You can't see, you can't see, you can't see me now.
You can't see me, baby, yoU can't see me now,
'Cause I'm long-time gone - gone and won't be back nohow.
You're On The Right Track
(Gordon/Carter - Louis Jordan 1947)
I've got the right railroad
And that's so plain
I've got the right conductor
And I've got the right train
You're on the right track baby
You're on the right track baby
You're on the right track baby
But you're goin' the wrong, wrong way
I've got the right ticket - That's' right
You can't deny - I agree with you
I got the right intentions
But you're with the wrong guy
You're with the wrong guy, baby
You're with the wrong guy, baby
You're on the right track baby
But you're goin' the wrong, wrong way
I'm gettin' me the swellest vacation
A new daddy I'm mad about
Them's spith' words
instead of pullin' in at the station
What's happenin', ma?
Baby I'm pullin' out
I'll get me ten servants
And listen, Jack - No, you won't
I'll even get somebody
Just to scratch my back
Not today maybe next week
I'm on the right track, baby
Uh-uh, no you ain't
But you'll be right back baby
I'm on the right track, baby
But you're goin' the wrong, wrong way
Believe me he's a powerful lover
When the lights are turned way down low
Aah, but baby you'll soon discover
I'm the greatest from the word go
You're gonna come right back
Just as soon as you get in a jam
But this is what I'm gonna
say in my telegram
You're on the right track baby
But I ain't comm' back baby - Yes you is
You're on the right track baby
But you're goin' the wrong, wrong way
That's what you think!