How come you do me like you do, do, do?
How come you do me like you do?
Why do you try to make me feel so blue?
I've done nothing to you
Do me right or else just let me be
'Cause I can beat you doing what you're doing to me
How come you do me like you do, do, do?
Well, now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
But in the whole round world there is only one
And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Well, I can tell your future before it comes to pass
And I can do things for you that make your heart feel glad
Look at the skies and predict the rain
I can tell when a woman's got another man
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Now I can hold you close and I can squeeze you tight
And I can make you cry for me both day and night
And I can heal the sick and even raise the dead
And make you little girls talk out of your head
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Now I can talk these words that sound so sweet
I can make your little heart even skip a beat
I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms
And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Well, now everybody cryin'
'Bout the seventh son
But in the whole round world there is only one
And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the seventh son
I'm the one they call the seventh son
You Shook Me 4: 18 Trk 6
(Willie Dixon)
Willie Dixon
Chess Records 1970, reissue
Originally produced by Abner - Spector
Columbia Legacy CK 53627 ('360 Sound')
Willie Dixon - vocal w/Chicago All-stars:
Johnny Shines - guitar, Walter 'Shakey' Horton - harmonica
Sunnyland Slim, Lafayette Leake - piano
And Clifton James - drums
You know you shook me
You shook me all night long
(You wouldn't turn me loose)
Whoa, you shook me, pretty mama
You shook me all night long
(Couldn't rest a bit)
Whoa, you just crept on me, shakin' me, baby
Whoa-oh, you done messed up my happy home
You know, ya move me, baby
Just like a hurricaine
(Boy, an that's a strong wind)
Whoa, you move me, pretty mama
You know, you move me
Just like a hurricaine
(Didn't have a chance)
Ooh, you move me, pretty mama
Just like a earthquake can move the land
(Boy, she shook me all over)
(harmonica & instrumental)
'Have Mercy On Me!'
Sometimes I wonder-ooo
What's gonna happen
To my po' wife and child?
Lord, sometimes I wonder-ooo
What's gonna happen
To my po' wife and child?
Now baby, you done made me love you-ooo
Lord, I just can't be satisfied
You know ya shook me
You shook me all night long
You know you shook me, mama
(Wouldn't even stop)
You shook me all night long
You know you kept on shakin' me, darlin'
Lord, you done messed up my happy home.
Hardest finds, sweet like wine
Cool like a pool
But I'm glad she's mine
Look like a angel
Got ways like a child
The way she loves
Is gonna drive me wild
But that's my baby
Yes, that's my baby
That's my baby
Nothin' but a baby child
Sweet like honey
And she's pure as dew
She break a man's heart
Even half, in two
When I hold her close
She feels so warm
She make the marrow freeze
Down-a in my bones
But that's my baby
Yes, that's my baby
You know that's my baby
Nothin' but a baby child
(guitar & instrumental)
She's built like this
And she's shaped like that
She even stop the traffic
Wherever she's at
A blind man's son
Says she can't be beat
But when the dumb man
Hollered, 'Ooo, ain't she sweet!'
But that's my baby
Yes, that's my baby
You know that's my baby
Ain't nothin' but a baby child.
When my b-b-baby calls me d-d-daddy
And she c-c-call me real slow-sh
I a-ask her what she want
And she says ' I-I don't kn-know'
I get nervous
M-m-man. I get nervous
I'm a n-n-nervous man
And I t-t-tremble all in my b-b-bones
A-when she take me in her arms
And she squeeze, squeeze me tight
Start to sh-shakin' in her voice
And she say, 'Ev'ry-th-thing's alright'
I get the n-nervous man
Man, I-I-I get nervous
I'm a n-n-nervous man
And I t-t-tremble all in my b-b-bones
(guitar & instrumental)
Now, a-when my b-b-baby
K-k-kiss me, f-f-f-feel like-a
L-l-l-lightnin' hit my b-b-brains
My heart b-b-beat like thunder
And she call me's baby names
I get-a n-n-n-nervous
M-man, I-I get nervous
I'm a n-n-nervous m-m-man
And I t-t-tremble all in my bones.
Give me a little bit a money
And a few fine clothes
A whole lotta lovin'
And let is be yours
That's all I want, baby
That is to be with you
I wanna love you, baby
If it breaks my heart in two
Give me a little bit a city
And a big fine car
So I can find you, baby
Wherever you are
That's all I want, babe
That's is to be with you
I wanna love you, baby
If it breaks my heart in two
(sax & instrumental)
Give a whole lotta this
And a little bit a that
And I can find my baby
Wherever she's at
That's all I want, babe
That's is to be with you
I wanna love you, baby
If it break my heart in two
I wanna love you, baby
If it break my heart in two
FADES
I wanna love you, baby
Who me?
Man, you know I ain't never
Lost no fight
I'm way too fast for that cat
Now look!
If me an a grizzly's havin' a fight
No! Don't you think the fight ain't fair
You talkin' 'bout helpin' me?
You better help that grizzly bear
I've got a razor, man
And I've got a *chib, this a cinch
Man, I can split a bolt a-lightnin'
Befo' the lightnin' could move an inch
Now, look!
If me an a wildcat
Is all in a clinch
You ain't got to worry
I've got him cinched
Man, I'll tie a couple knots
In his tail
Then I'll pull his teeth
An clip his nails
I've got a razor, man!
I got chib, this a cinch
Yeah!
I could split a bolt a-lightnin'
Before the lightnin' could move a inch
Now, look!
Man, I can toss up a apple
And then shoot out the co'
Yeah! I can peel it and then slice it
Befo' it hit the flo'
Man, you know I've got a razor
And can't nobody win over me
When I got a razor
Man, I always got a razor!
And I don't never miss
FADES:
You know I got a razor.
*chib is club or knife
Yeah, shake me, baby
Like a leaf on a willow tree
Yeah, shake me, pretty baby
Like a leaf on a willow tree
I told you to shake me so long
'Till cold chillls run all over me
Rock me, mama
Just like grampa
In his old rockin' chair
Yes, rock me, pretty baby
Like grampa
In his old rockin' chair
I want ya to rock me so long
'Till you send me away from here
(sax & instrumental)
Yes, roll me, baby
Just like gramma roll her dough
Yes, roll me, baby
Just like gramma roll her dough
I want you to roll me one time
Some folks are built like this
Some folks are built like that
But the way I'm built
Now, don't you call me fat
'Cause I'm-a built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
But I got ev'rything
A-that a good girl need
Some folks they rip and run
Some folks don't believe in sign
But you get me, babe
You got to take your time
'Cause I'm-a built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
And I got ev'rything
A-that a good girl need
(sax & instrumental)
Now, don't you call me fat
Because you know I'm fine
You get me, baby
You've got to take your time
'Cause I'm-a built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
And I got ev'rything
A-that a good girl needs
(piano, bass & instrumental)
Well, I ain't got the diamonds
And I ain't got gold
But I do have a love
To satisfy your soul
'Cause I'm built for comfort
I ain't a-built for speed
And I got ev'rything
A-that any little good girl needs.
(instrumental to end fade)
(sax & instrumental)
Whoa, there's no one
To have fun with
Since my baby's love
Has been done with
All I do is think of you
I sit and cry and sing the blues
Oh, there's no one
To depend on
Since my baby's love
Has been gone
Broken-hearted and lonesome, too
I sit and cry and sing the blues
Blues all in my bloodstream
Blues all in my heart
Blues all in my so-oul
I got blues all in my bones
Oh, there's no one
To talk to
And my love is so true
Lord, I don't know
What to do
I sit and cry and sing the blues
I sit and cry and sing the blues
FADES:
I sit and cry and sing the blues.
And don't you tell, nobody
And don't you tell, nobody
Don't you tell, nobody
Baby, what-a we done, done
Well, you made me weep
And you made me moan
You made me do things
That I knew was wrong
You made me jump
Then made me shout
Early in the mo'nin
You knocked me out
But don't you tell, nobody
Don't you tell, nobody
Don't you tell, nobody
And baby, what we done, done
(piano boogie & instrumental)
And don't ya tell, nobody
And don't ya tell, nobody
Don't ya tell, nobody
And baby what a-we done, done
Well, you made me happy
Then you made me sad
Made me feel good
Then you made me mad
You made me laugh
Oh then you made me cry
Early in the mo'nin'
And you told me good-bye
And don't ya tell, nobody
Don't ya tell, nobody
Don't ya tell, nobody
And baby what a-we done, done
And don't ya tell, nobody
Well, I can't quit you baby
But I got to put you down a little while
Well, I can't quit you baby
But I got to put you down a little while
Well, you done made me mess up my happy home
Made me mistreat my only child
Ah, when you hear me moanin' and groanin'
Whoa, you know it hurts me way down inside
Whoa when you hear me moanin' and groanin'
You know it hurts way down inside
Oh, when you hear me howlin'
Ooh, you know my love will never die, alright
Well, when you see me cryin'
Don't let my tears fall in vain
Well, when you see me cryin, darlin'
Please don't let my tears fall in vain
Lord, I don't know what to do
You know my heart is filled with pain
Alright, alright
Whoa, when you hear me howlin', baby
Well now, ev'rybody cryin'
About the Seventh Son
But in the whole round world
There is only one
An I'm the one
Yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they called the Seventh Son
Well, I can tell yo' future
Befo' it come to pass
An I can do things for you
That make your heart feel glad
A-look in the skies
And predict the rain
I can tell when a woman
Got another man
An I'm the one
Yes, I'm the one
Well, I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the Seventh Son
(harmonica & instrumental)
Now, I can hold ya close
An I can squeeze you tight
An I can make you cry for me
Both day and night
An I can heal the sick
An even raise the dead
And make you little girls
Talk out of your head
I'm the one
Yes, I'm the one
Well, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the Seventh Son
'Ooh!'
(guitar & instrumental)
Now, I can talk these words
That sound so sweet
I can make your little heart
Even skip a beat
I can make you, baby
Hold you in my arms
And make the flesh quiver
On yo' lovely bones
I'm the one
Yes, I'm the one
Well, I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the Seventh Son
(piano, bass & instrumental)
Well now, ev'rybody cryin'
About the Seventh Son
But in the whole round world
There is only one
I'm the one
Yes, I'm the one
Well, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they called the Seventh Son
Well, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the Seventh Son
Well, I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the Seventh Son.
I had a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow 'fore day
I had a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow 'fore day
He kept ev'rything in the barnyard
Eager settin' a-ready to lay
You know the dogs begin to bark
And the, the hounds
They begin to howl
You know the dogs they begin to bark
And the, the hounds
They begin to howl
You know my little red rooster's gone
Know the little red rooster's on the prowl
(harmonica & instrumental)
Now, if you see my little red rooster
Somebody, please drive him home
Now, if you seen my little red rooster
Somebody, ple-eee-ase run 'em home
There ain't been no peace in the barnyard
Since my little red rooster been gone.
(piano & instrumental)
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour, of the seventh day,
on the seventh month, the seventh doctor said:
"He's born for good luck, and I know you see;
Got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my momma
Said "Ooh, what a boy,
he gonna make so many women,
jump and shout for joy"
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Additional 2nd verse from original 1954 Muddy Waters take:
I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too
I got John the Conqueror, I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you, pretty girl, lead me by the hand
Willie Dixon Crazy For My Baby
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
And my baby's just as crazy for me
Everytime I lay down to sleep
I dream my baby is kissing me
The sweet little girl well she's so fine
I just can't get her out of my mind
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
And my baby's just as crazy for me
When the sun go down she can hear me shout
I know she will be home before the lights go out
Early in the morning about the break of day
I can hear nothing but my baby say
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
And my baby's just as crazy for me
She held me long and she squeeze me tight
She make me love her with all my might
She bring my food right to them bed
She talk baby talk tailing out of my head
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
I'm crazy for my baby
This pain in my heart, sometimes it's true
It makes me happy; sometimes I act the fool
This pain in my heart, is only here for you
This pain in my heart, it makes me sigh
Sometimes I'm laughin', again it makes me cry
This pain in my heart, it makes you my desire
Oh, baby, you know it's true
Deep down in my heart dear,
there's only love for you
This pain in my heart, it drives me mad
Sometimes it's good, again I feel so bad
This pain in my heart, the worst I've ever had
Oh, baby, you know it's true
Deep down in my heart dear,
there's only love for you
This pain in my heart, it drives me mad
Sometimes it's good, again I feel so bad
Now, when you see two women
Runnin' hand in hand
And neither one a-worried
About the other one's man
They got a good understandin'
Yes, a good understandin'
You know a good understandin
Can make ev'rything alright
Now, when you see two dogs
Nawin' on the same bone
It ain't no growlin'
An a-fightin' goin' on
They got a good understandin'
Yes, they got a good understandin'
You know a good understandin
Can make ev'rything alright
(sax & instrumental)
Now, when the lamb and the lion
Can lay side by side
An rover lick the tom cat
In his eye
They got a good understandin'
Yes, they got a good understandin'
You know a good understandin
Can make ev'rything alright
Yes, a good understandin
Can-a make ev'rything alright.
Got me accused of peeping, I can't see a thing
Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well I just can't stand no more of this third degree
Got me accused of murder, I ain't harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery, I can't even write my name
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of children, and ain't nary one of them was mine
Got me accused of taxes, I ain't got a dime
The Little Red Rooster 3: 40 Trk 8
(Willie Dixon)
Willie Dixon
Chess Records 1970, reissue
Originally produced by Abner - Spector
Columbia Legacy CK 53627 ('360 Sound')
Willie Dixon - vocal w/Chicago All-stars:
Johnny Shines - guitar, Walter 'Shakey' Horton - harmonica
Sunnyland Slim, Lafayette Leake - piano
And Clifton James - drums
I had a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow 'fore day
I had a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow 'fore day
He kept ev'rything in the barnyard
Eager settin' a-ready to lay
You know the dogs begin to bark
And the, the hounds
They begin to howl
You know the dogs they begin to bark
And the, the hounds
They begin to howl
You know my little red rooster's gone
Know the little red rooster's on the prowl
(harmonica & instrumental)
Now, if you see my little red rooster
Somebody, please drive him home
Now, if you seen my little red rooster
Somebody, ple-eee-ase run 'em home
There ain't been no peace in the barnyard
Since my little red rooster been gone.
(piano & instrumental)
Back Door Man 6.08 Trk 1
(Willie Dixon)
Willie Dixon
Chess Records 1970, reissue
Abner - Spector ('360 Sound')
Columbia Legacy ' Roots and Blues' CK 53627
Willie Dixon - vocal w/Chicago All-stars:
Johnny Shines - guitar, Walter 'Shakey' Horton - harmonica
Sunnyland Slim, Lafayette Leake - piano
And Clifton James - drums
I-I-I am the, the backdoor man
I-I-I am, the backdoor man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls they understand
When ev'rybody is-a tryin' to sleep
I'm-a somewhere makin' my midnight creep
An ev'ry mo'nin when the rooster crows
He's tellin' me that it's the time to go
I am, the backdo' man
I am, the backdo' man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls they understand
(harmonica & instrumental)
Well, they took me to the doctor
Shot full of holes
The nurse she cried, 'Save his soul!'
I was 'cussed of murder in first degree
The judge wife cried, 'Let the man go free!'
I am, the backdo' man
I am, the backdo' man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls they understand, mmm
(guitar & instrumental)
I was accussed a-murder in the first degree
The judge wife cried, 'Let the man go free!'
The cop's wife cried, 'Don't take him down
I'd-a rather be in six feet of ground!'
I am, the backdo' man
I am, the backdo' man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls they understand
(piano & instrumental)
I am, the backdo' man
I am, the backdo' man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls they understand
(bass & instrumental)
'Ooh!'
I am, the backdo' man
I am, the backdo' man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls they understand
'Ooh!'
(instrumental all to end)
I am
I am
I-I-I am
The backdo' man.
Spoonful Trk 4 4: 56
(Willie Dixon)
Willie Dixon
Chess Records 1970, reissue
Originally produced by Abner - Spector
Columbia Legacy CK 53627 ('360 Sound')
Willie Dixon - vocal w/Chicago All-stars:
Johnny Shines - guitar, Walter 'Shakey' Horton - harmonica
Sunnyland Slim, Lafayette Leake - piano
and Clifton James - drums
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com
It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful a-tea
But one little spoon
Of your precious love
Is good enough for me
Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Ev'rybody fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
(guitar & instrumental)
It could be a spoonful a-water
To save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of lead
From my forty-five
Will save you from another man
Men lie-ii about that spoonful
Some cry-ii about that spoonful
Some die-ii about that spoonful
Ev'rybody fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
(guitar & instrumental)
(piano & instrumental)
It could be a spoonful a-sugar
It could be a spoonful a-tea
But one little spoon
Of your precious love
Is good enough for me-ee
Men lie-ii about that spoonful
Some cry-ii about that spoonful
Some die-ii about that spoonful
Ev'rybody fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
A-that spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
The Same Thing 4: 40 Trk 9
(Willie Dixon)
Willie Dixon
Chess Records 1970, reissue
Originally produced by Abner - Spector
Columbia Legacy CK 53627 ('360 Sound')
Willie Dixon - vocal w/Chicago All-stars:
Johnny Shines - guitar, Walter 'Shakey' Horton - harmonica
Sunnyland Slim, Lafayette Leake - piano
and Clifton James - drums
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com
What make these men go crazy
When a woman wear her dress so tight?
What make these men go crazy
When a woman wear her dress so tight?
Must be the same old thing
That makes the tom cats fight all night
Why do all these men
Try to run these big-leg'd women down?
Why do all these men
Try to run these big-leg'd women down?
Must be the same old thing
That makes a bulldog hug a hound
Why that same thing
Why that same thing
Tell me who's a-blame?
The whole world fightin'
About the same thing
(guitar & instrumental)
Why do we feel so good
When a woman wear her eve'nin gown?
Why do I feel so good
When my baby get her eve'nin gown?
Must be the same old thing
That makes a preacher
Throw his Bible down
Why that same thing
Why that same thing
Come tell me who's a-blame?
The whole world fightin'
About the same thing
(piano & instrumental)
What make the men go crazy
When the woman wear her dress so tight?
What makes these men go crazy
When a woman wear her dress so tight?
Must be the same old thing
That make the tom cats fight all night
Why that same thing
Why that same thing
Now, tell me who's a-blame?
The whole world fightin'
About the same thing
That same thing
A-that same thing
Tell me who's the blame?
The whole world fightin'
About the same thing
(guitar & instrumental to end)
(Who's to blame?)
Jump, jump here, jump, jump there,
jump, jump, baby, everywhere.
Don't you mellow down easy,
babe, you got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Shake, shake here, shake, shake there,
shake, shake, baby, everywhere.
Don't you mellow down easy,
babe, you got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy, babe.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top.
Got to mellow down easy, babe.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top.
Shake, shake here, shake, shake there,
shake, shake, baby, everywhere.
Don't you mellow down easy,
babe, you got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy, babe.
Don't you mellow down easy.
Got to mellow down easy.
Don't you mellow down easy.
I Ain't Superstitious 4: 01 Trk 5
(Willie Dixon)
Willie Dixon
Chess Records 1970, reissue
Originally produced by Abner - Spector
Columbia Legacy CK 53627 ('360 Sound')
Willie Dixon - vocal w/Chicago All-stars:
Johnny Shines - guitar, Walter 'Shakey' Horton - harmonica
Sunnyland Slim, Lafayette Leake - piano
And Clifton James - drums
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
And don't you hit me wit' a broom
It's a sign you may get in jail
Now, when my right eye jump
I will be real glad
Now, when your right eye jump
You can bet you gonna be real glad
But when your left eye jump
It's a sign you're gonna be real mad
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat cross' my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat cross' my trail
And don't you sweep me wit' a broom
It's a sign you may-a get in jail, mm-hm
(harmonica & instrumental)
'Well, I ain't -
(guitar & instrumental)
'Mmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mm'
(piano & guitar)
Now, when you buy the dessert
Well, you know
Somebody's comin' hungry
Well, if you buy the desert
You know somebody's comin' hungry
But when your right hand itch
You're gonna bet, you're gonna
Gettin' some money
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat crossed my trail
And don't you hit me wit' a broom
'Cause you know I will get in jail
Well, I ain't superstitious
You know, I ain't superstitious
Oh well, I ain't superstitious
Well, I ain't superstitious
Well, I ain't superstitious
But a black cat cross my trail.
You know I want you to
Wash my clothes
I got to have you to
Keep and hold
Yes, I want yo' money, too
If I'm gonna give my youth to you
Youth to you
You know I want you to
Cook my bread
I got to have you to
Make my bed
Yes, I'll tell you what you do
If I'm gonna give my youth to you
Youth to you
Can tell by the way that I
Walk that walk
And you can see by the way
That I talk that talk
And you can know by the way
I hold a-out my hand
I think you should give me, ev'rything
I got to have you to treat me right
I really need you day and night
Yes, I want you to be true
If I'm gonna give my youth to you
Youth to you
(piano & instrumental)
A-you can tell by the way that I
Walk that walk
And you can see by the way
That I talk that talk
And then you know by the way
I hold out my hand
I think you should give me, ev'rything
I got to have you to
Cook my bread
I really need you to
Make my bed
Yes, I want yo' money, too
If I'm gonna give my youth to you
Youth to you
Youth to you
FADES:
Youth to you
Youth to you
Youth to you.
Tell Automatic Slim
Tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie
Tell Fast Talkin' Fanny
Tonite we're gonna pitch a ball
Down to that union hall
Gonna romp and tromp 'till midnight
We're gonna fuss and fight 'till daylight
We're gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long
Tell Cedar-Crawling Red
To tell Abyssinian Ed
Tell old Pistol Pete
To tell every one he meet
Tonight we need no rest
We're really gonna throw a mess
We're gonna break out all the windows
Gonna kick down all the doors
We're gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all nite long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam
That everybody's gonna jam
Tell Shakey and Boxcar
We got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Carol Dime
We gonna have a hell of a time
When the fish scent fills the air
There'll be snuff juice everywhere
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
I don't want you to be true
I just want to make love to you
I don't want you to wash my clothes
I don't want you to keep my home
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you
Well I can see by the way that you switch and walk
And I can tell by the way that you baby talk
And I know by the way that you treat your man
I wanna love you baby, it's a cryin' shame
I don't want you to bake my bread
I don't want you to make my bed
I don't want you cause I'm sad and blue
Let's do the wigglin' worm
Let's do the wigglin' worm
I can do the wiggle and you can too
Let's get together now me and you
So let's do the wigglin' worm
I got a wiggle that a worm ain't got
If you wiggle with me you're gonna be red hot
You wiggle to the right
You wiggle to the left
If you feel real good
You can go for yourself
You can wiggle all day or you wiggle at night
Wiggle anytime that you feel right
You wiggle clause it's real or
You wiggle 'cause it's fake
You wiggle like a lizard
Wont that be one mighty day, when we hear world leader say
We don't have to cry no more, were giving it up, were gonna let it go
Aint gonna study, study war no more, aint gonna think, think of war no more
Aint gonna fight, fight the war no more, were giving it up, were gonna let it go
Were giving it up, were gonna let it go
We will take gun powder to have fun, then get rid of the atom bomb
Something else that we can do, get rid of all those rockets, too
Aint gonna study, study war no more, aint gonna think, think of war no more
Aint gonna fight, fight the war no more, were giving it up, were gonna let it go
Were giving it up, were gonna let it go
The money spent on bombs alone can build poor people a happy home
And some good we can do, you treat me like I treat you
No more starving in the nation, everybody getting an education
Ev'rytime a baby is born, we know hell have him a happy home
Aint gonna study, study war no more, aint gonna think, think of war no more
Aint gonna fight, fight the war no more, were giving it up, were gonna let it go
Were giving it up, were gonna let it go
No more sleeping in the street, were all happy, whoever we meet
Then we all will shake a hand, and make this world a promised land
Aint gonna study, study war no more, aint gonna think, think of war no more
Aint gonna fight, fight the war no more, were giving it up, were gonna let it go
I got 29 ways just to make it to my baby's door
(To my lovely baby's door)
I got 29 ways just to make it to my baby's door
(To my lovely baby's door)
But if she needs me bad I can find about 2 or 3 more
(1, 2 and many more)
1 through the basement, 2 down the hall
When the going gets tough, I got a hole in the wall
I got 29 ways just to make it to my baby's door
(To my lovely baby's door)
But if she needs me bad I can find about 2 or 3 more
(1, 2 and many more)
I can come down the chimney like a Santa Claus
Crawl through the window and that ain't all
A lot of good ways I don't want you to know
I even got a hole in her bedroom floor
I got 29 ways just to make it to my baby's door
(To my lovely baby's door)
But if she needs me bad I can find about 2 or 3 more
(1, 2 and many more)
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
1, 2 and many more
I got a way through her closet behind her clothes
A way through the attic that no one knows
A master key to fit any lock
A hidden door behind grandpa's clock
I got 29 ways just to make it to my baby's door
(To my lovely baby's door)
But if she needs me bad I can find about 2 or 3 more
(1, 2 and many more)
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
You have made great planes to span the skies
You gave sight to the blind with other men's eyes
You even made submarines stay submerged for weeks
But it don't make sense you can't make peace
You take one man's heart and make another man live
You even go to the moon and come back thrilled
Why you can crush any country in a matter of weeks
But it don't make sense you can't make peace
You can make a transfusion that can save a life
Why you can change the darkness into broad daylight
You make the deaf man hear and the dumb man speak
Oh time has passed and much has gone.
The love in my heart has lingered on.
Sometimes when I gets worried,
I sneak away and cry
You know my love,
You know my love,
You know my love has never died.
You gonna' try many things to pacify your mind,
You’ll even get married trying to have a goodtime.
All you do you will never rest,
Your gonna’ fill your life with loneliness
So when you’re down and out, you’ll need a home
(OH yeah)Your gonna’ need a friend and find a goal.
Sometimes when I gets worried I sneak away and cry
You know my love,
You know my love,
Man ,slow down.
we'll get there,
take your time,
dont walk so fast
stay on your roller
I don't blame pepole
saying "rocking the blues"
walking the blues
'cause man, this is it.
Now i think i'll relax,
that's the way to relax
Now watch this,
boy, is it hot today!
All you gotta do is put
one foot in the ?
And keep on walking,
Walking the blues.
That's what I call glad to kno
I hope my old lady is home,
when I get there.
All this walking,
I don't need my mother-in-law,
I mean my wife,my mother-in-law,
she's allways there.
If you got a weak brain and a narrow mind
The world gonna leave you way behind
Your friends will deceive you, leave you cryin'
Can't keep yours 'cause you are watchin' mine
If you got a strong brain and your mind is broad
You gonna have more friends than a train can hold
You won't have no trouble or worries at all
If you got a strong brain and your mind is broad
You know the strong overpower the weak
And the smart overpower the strong
The clever are the only ones enjoyin' the world
While the greedy save all and enjoy none
If you got a strong brain and your mind is smart
Nothin' in the world is gonna be too hard
We gonna keep on goin' before others start
I love the look in my Baby’s face,
I love to feel her in her silk and lace,
And when she kisses me she makes me shout,
Great God almighty when the lights go out.
I love to see her walking down that street,
She always dresses so nice a neat,
You’ll never know what it’s all about,
Great God almighty when the lights go out.
Now you can use your imagination,
You’d still be far behind
There’s nothing in creation,
Like that girl that girl of mine.
I love to hold her when she talks that talk
I love to watch her when she walks that walk,
But if I touch her when she is trying to pout
If the sea was whiskey
and I was a diving duck
If the sea was whiskey
and I was a diving duck
I'd dive to the bottom
Don't know when I'd come up
I'm just here wanderin'
with a matchbox over my clothes
Just here wanderin'
with a matchbox over my clothes
If things don't get no better
Down the road i'll go
Whiskey and beer
They're gonna make me drunk
Whiskey and beer
They're gonna make me drunk
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