Posts Tagged ‘blues’

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Sittin’ On Top of the World – The Mississippi Sheiks

August 5, 2008

Was all the summer, and all the fall
Just tryin’ to find my, little Lenore
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
‘Cause I’m sitting on top of the world

Was in the spring, one summer day
Just when she left me, she’s gone to stay
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
I’m sitting on top of the world

Then you come here runnin’
Holdin’ up your hand
Can get me a woman
Quick as you can get a man
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
I’m sitting on top of the world

There have been days
I didn’t know your name
Why should I worry and pray in vain?
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
I’m sitting on top of the world

Goin’ to the station, down in the yard
Gon’ get me a freight train
Worked some, got hard
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
I’m sitting on top of the world

The lonesome days, they have gone by
Why should you beg me and say goodbye?
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
I’m sitting on top of the world

Howling Wolf version:

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Something Inside Me – Robert Bradley’s Blackwater Surprise

August 5, 2008

Something inside me
just won’t let me be,
Something inside me, Lord
just won’t let me be.
My baby’s gone
and my soul’s in misery.

I wake early in the morning
in my bedroom, all alone.
I wake early in the morning, babe,
in my bedroom, all alone.
I’m wondering why?
Where could my baby be?

Something inside me
just won’t let me be,
Something inside me, Lord
just won’t let me be.
My baby’s gone
and my soul’s in misery.

Sometimes you moan and, girl,
I don’t know what you talking about.
Sometimes you moan and, girl,
I don’t know what you talking about
I’m wondering where, where
could my baby be?

My baby’s gone
and my soul’s in misery.

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Cold Water – Tom Waits

July 30, 2008

Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water
Woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold

Police at the station
And they don’t look friendly
Well they don’t look friendly
Well they don’t look friendly
Police at the station
And they don’t look friendly
They don’t look friendly well
They don’t

Blind or crippled
Sharp or dull
I’m reading the Bible
By a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom
Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby
With the snakes and the bugs

Well the stores are open
But I ain’t got no money
I ain’t got no money
Stores are open but I
Ain’t got no money
Ain’t got no money
Well I ain’t

Found an old dog
And he seems to like me
Seems to like me
Well he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he
Seems to like me
Seems to like me
Well he seems

Seen them fellows
with the card board signs
Scrapin’ up a little money
To buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women and
The Vietnam vets I say
Beggin’ on the freeway
‘Bout as hard as it gets

Well I slept in the graveyard
It was cool and still
Cool and still
It was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard
It was cool and still
Cool and still and it
Was cool

Slept all night in the Cedar grove
I was born to ramble
Born to roam
Some men are searchin’ for the
Holy Grail
But there ain’t nothin’ sweeter
Than ridin’ the rails

I look 47 but I’m 24
Well they shooed me away
From here the time before
Turned their backs
And they locked their doors
I’m watching T.V. in
The window of a furniture store

Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water
Woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold

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Snooky Prior – Broke & Hungry, Ragged & Dirty Too

July 30, 2008

Now I’m broke and I’m hungry, ragged and dirty, too.
What I want to know, baby, kin I stay all night with you.

Well, I peeped in my window, but I couldn’t see through the blinds,
Heard the bedstrings poppin’ and heard my baby cryin’.

If I can’t come in, baby, I won’t be back no mo.
When I leave this time, you can hang your crepe on your door.

I saw your hair ain’t curly and your doggone eyes ain’t blue,
And if you don’t want me, what in the world I want with you.

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Home of the Blues

February 3, 2008


Just around the corner there’s heartache.
Down the street that losers use.
If you can wade in through the teardrops,
you’ll find me at the Home of the Blues.

I walk and cry while my heartbeat
keeps time with the drag of my shoes.
The sun never shines through this window of mine.
It’s dark at the Home of the Blues.

Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest mem’ries.
Mem’ries so sweet that I cry.
Dreams that I’ve had left me feelin’ so bad,
I just want to give up and lay down and die.

So if you’ve just lost your sweetheart,
and it seems there’s no good way to choose.
Come along with me, mis’ry loves company.
You’re welcome at the Home of the Blues.