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Cadillac
03:41
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When I ride my baby, she call me her Cadillac
When I ride my baby, calls me her Cadillac
Eldorado from the front, Fleetwood from the back
Well, start me up, I’ll run night and day
Turn over my ignition, I’ll run night and day
Just a fine machine, that’s what my baby say
Open for the Caddy, I will drive right in,
Spread your doors for the Caddy, I’ll drive right in,
Fit in your garage, like the devil into sin
V-8 motor, baby
Smart in design
Convertible top
An’ I ain’t lyin’
Built for comfort
Not for speed
Got everything
That a good girl need
Keep my battery charged, engine, running right
Change my oil, baby, we can ride all night
When I leave the house, she ask when I’m comin’ back?
When I leave the house, she ask when I’m comin’ back?
‘Cause when I get home, she want to drive her Cadillac
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Too Many Mens
05:27
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You told me baby; you want me to be your man
Be your lovey, dovey, and your very best of friends.
Well, that ain’t gonna happen, ‘cause you, gots too many mens
Got a man who comes shovelin’
When you get a little snow
Another who shows up
‘Cause the groceries might be low
Man came last night
‘Case the power was out
But your lights was on all night
The neighbors heard you moan and shout
You got you too many men, like some buddy-buddy friends
I ain’t too good at countin’, but I b’lieve, you got too many mens
An ice cream man who stops
When he's passing by
A milk man in the morning
An ice man at night
A pool man, young and tan
A gardener, brown and fat
A man to oil your hinges,
A man who walk your cat
You got too many men, I said too, too many men
I ain't no good at numbers, but I know you got too many mens
Man comin’ in the window
Say he’s there to fix the door
Man climbing on the roof
Say he's there about the floor
Man, who said he’s there
So, the roof don’t leak again
Well, it ain’t leaked before
And we never get no rain
You got too many mens, going out an’ comin’ in,
I ain't too good at countin’, but I know you got too many mens
Man fix you dinner at noontime
Might stay to have a bite
Another serve you supper
When the moon is shining bright
A man to turn your heater on
A man who dim your lights
Another turn your covers down
And watch you sleep all night
You got too many men, I got to say it again,
Don’t have to count the numbers, I know you got too many mens
You got too many mens, night and daytime too
Too many loose ends, for me to be with you
I ain’t nobody's fool, I know you got too many mens
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She Knocks Me Out
03:48
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I got a knock out woman, a champ from her head to her feet
She can knock you out, with kisses oh so sweet,
Like a TKO, her lovin’ just can’t be beat
She got looks that knock the lights out,
Got legs that just don’t stop,
Got a way of telling you what she’ll do,
You know you gotta’ call the cops
Like a ten-round bout, my baby knocks me out
No other words, my baby just knocks me out
Like a straight right, left hook, jab combination,
Her love can lay you straight
You’ll think you been to the rumble in the jungle
Never gonna’ make it past eight
My baby knocks me out; you know she knocks me out
Got to scream and shout, my baby just knocks me out
Her lovin’ knock me out in the morning,
Her kissin’ knock me out at night
Nothin’ as strong as the way her love hits
Since the Mayweather – Pacquiao fight
Like a ten-round bout, my baby knocks me out
No other words, my baby just knocks me out
She walk in wearing nothin’ but lipstick,
Say she want to be my friend
Like gettin’ in the ring with Emil Griffith
It could be the end
My baby knocks me out; you know she knocks me out
Got to scream and shout, my baby just knocks me out
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New Shoes
04:31
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You know my baby left me, left me all alone,
Packed her bag, took a cab, broke up our happy home
I’m going down town; bring me home some brand-new shoes
Maybe just for one night, I got to rock away my blues
Don’t care about the color, don’t matter ‘bout the size
Could be red, or brown, or gold, she could be 5 by 5,
I’m going down town; bring me home some brand-new shoes
Maybe a one-nighter, someone to rock away my blues
I’ll find myself some new shoes, when I go downtown
Bring home a big leg woman, can hold my body down,
I’m going down town; bring me home some brand-new shoes
Maybe just for one night, someone to rock away these blues
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Two Too Good
05:26
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I brought two sisters home with me, on a Friday night,
One of the girls was real real loose; the other was oh so tight
One said, “I like your apartment, it seem just right to me”
The other one said, “I like your bed, an’ the ceiling looks good to me”
One was too, too good, she said I’ll make you glad
The other little girl she was real real nice, but you know she was too, too bad
I took them out to dinner, then to a picture show
I was feeling tired, the two of them was wired, when I said I got to go
I headed straight home to bed, I was climbing up my stairs
One said I will tuck you in, the other say I’ll watch from a chair
One was too, too good, said I’ll make you glad
The other little girl, she was real real nice, but you know, she was too, too bad
The girls come over to watch TV, said they felt like stayin’ in
One snuggled up and held me tight; the other was kissin’ my chin
I was lookin’ ‘round, for my remote, tryin’ to keep my channels straight
One made a move, got me in her groove, the other said I hope I’m not late
One was too, too good, she said I’ll make you glad
The other little girl she was real real nice, but you know she was too, too bad
After just six months they was wearing me out, I said I think I’m done
The one said mister, me and my sister are going out an’ have some fun
So if you meet up with these sisters, at the bar or at the club
You better pay attention, ‘cause I forgot to mention, the girls sure know how to love
One is too, too good, you know she’ll make you glad
The other little girl, she’s real real nice, but you know she’s too, too bad
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Baby the Coast is Clear
05:00
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Some men want to hear three little words, I love you
It’s not about a ring or a long-term thing, just the words, I love you
Well, that’s not me, I want more than three, I need, five little words
Soon as your man is gone, belt out my song, sing baby, the coast is clear
When your husband heads out, just holler or shout, let me know you want me near
Know you’ll make my day, any time you say, baby, the coast is clear
Some women like to flatter, fake compliments you see right through
Some women smile like an angel child, they coo that they’ll always be true
But when I hear, babe, the coast is clear, it’s better than an I love you
If he’s out on his boat, just float me a note, say avast, the coast is clear
If he’s launched on a missile, just give me a whistle, let me know you want me near
No-place I’d rather be, any time you’re free, and say baby, the coast is clear
Well, call anytime in the afternoon, ring me, baby, the coast is clear
Late at night, or in the morning light, let me know and I’ll be right there
I’m ready and able, pick the phone up Mable, just say baby, the coast is clear
Hope you understand, don’t want to meet your man, just want to know, he’s not there
Carve a note on a shingle, or give me a jingle, anyway you can make yourself clear
Can’t keep me away, any time you say, baby, the coast is clear
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I'm Done
03:49
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I told that woman, don’t call me no more
Don’t ring my bell, don’t knock on my door
Don’t phone my house, ‘cause you’re all alone
An’ don’t call my office; you’ll get a busy tone
I’m done, oh baby, I’m done
Like an overcooked pot roast, take the fork out, baby, I’m done
Don’t call my brother, and not my sis
Don’t call my mom and dad, you’re only gonna miss
Stay away from club, stay away from my friends
If I ever want to talk, I’ll tell you where, tell you when
I’m done, oh yes, I am done
Like St. Louis ribs, take the fork out, baby I’m done
If you didn’t get my message, I’ll tell you one more time
Don’t call me any place, or any time
Forget my address, my e-mail too
Don’t want to be your Facebook friend, or, ever hear from you
I’m done, you know, I’m done
Like a Colonel Sanders chicken, take the fork out, baby I’m done
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Devil In Disguise
04:35
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Stairway to heaven, a pathway to hell
Both go through my baby, that is all that I can tell
Now, she may be an angel, might be the devil in disguise
Can’t tell by what she says, you just better watch her eyes
Keep a .38 in her purse, a .44 by the bed
Believe I’ll live much longer, the fewer words that’s said
‘Cause she may be an angel, or the devil in disguise
Don’t matter what she say, you just better watch her eyes
When she want to kiss me, and tell me I’m her man
Before I get too close, I check to see what’s in her hand
You know, she may be an angel, or the devil in disguise
Can’t tell by what she say, man you better watch her eyes
Sometimes she mean and evil, sometimes she’s sweet and kind
Best to keep your distance, ‘til you know what’s on her mind
She may be an angel, or the devil in disguise
Don’t listen to the words, you just always watch her eyes
If she ever talk ‘bout marryin’, say she, wanna’ be my wife
Got to weigh the cost of happiness, ‘gainst the value of my life
‘Cause she might be an angel, might be the devil in disguise
Don’t listen to her words, you just always watch her eyes
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Extremely Hot
04:32
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Well, she go out to the club now, almost every Friday night
Her smile lights the room, she makes the darkest club quite bright
I don’t know what she got, the little girl’s extremely hot
She pile up her hair, so her shoulders always showin’
Got those long, long legs, and them skirts that flowin’
I think she sizzle when she walk, the little girl’s extremely hot
Her moves are sleek and slinky
Her smile lights the room
And when she throws her head back
Another marriage doomed
I said, I don’t know, I don’t know what that woman got
I just know she radiating, the little girl’s extremely hot
She have a look that smoulders, she got so much sex appeal
Well, she glance at any man now, you know his heart, she’s going to steal
Asphalt melting when she walk, that little girl’s extremely hot
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Rhythm To My Song
04:59
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One look from you drives me crazy,
‘Til I’m bursting, at the seams
On the verge of exploding,
You are the woman of my dreams
I am breathless, when I see you; incomplete, when you are gone
My heart pounds when I’m near you; you are the rhythm to my song
Your kisses like a pungent honey,
You fill my mouth with sweets
Your lips, burn with a fire,
You’re fever, in between the sheets
I am breathless, when I see you; it’s with you that I belong
My heart pounds when I’m near you; you are the rhythm to my song
When I see you in the evening
You’re like a vision from a dream
With eyes of an enchantress
Like precious jewels, with fiery gleam
I am breathless, when I see you; you’re the one for whom I long
My heart pounds when I’m near you; you are the rhythm to my song
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Not the Man You Want
04:31
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I’m not the man you want, I’m just the man I am
I’m not the man you want, I’m just the man I am
But I’ll treat you right baby, I will do the best that I can
You always talkin’ ‘bout money, about money I don’t care
Said, you talk about money, about money I don’t care
I didn’t say I had no money, I said I spent more than a millionaire
You tell me talk about my feelings, I keep ‘em to myself
You say talk ‘bout your feelings, you know I keep ‘em to myself
But I’m true to you baby, I don’t, love nobody else
You say I’m no good in the mornin’, ‘cause I stay up late at night
I ain’t no morning person, ‘cause I’m, up late, every night
But time don’t mean nothin’, ‘cause I always treat you right
I’m not the man you want, I’m just the man I am
I’m not the man you want, I’m just the man I am
But I’ll treat you right, baby, I will do the best I can
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Well, her middle name was trouble, you know she had to go
A big leg, sexy woman, but I had to let her go
She was too much trouble, whether sun, or rain, or snow
She spent all my money
Drank up everything
Wrecked my El Dorado
And pawned my diamond ring
She was always making trouble, nothing I could say
She was too much trouble, every night and (every) day
She leave the house a mess, stroll in at half past nine
Forget to fix my supper, too-busy, drinkin’ wine
She was always trouble, fall, winter, spring, and summertime
She begged me daddy, daddy, keep me ‘round another day
But man, I learned my lesson, I could not let her stay
Now she's gone and I'm so glad, that, trouble, (it) don't, last always
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Left my friends and family,
I moved halfway ‘round the world
Don’t seem to make no difference, no matter what I do
Took trains, boats, and planes, but, can’t never get away from the blues
The blues they live inside me,
Always messing with my life,
They hurt so bad and cut so deep,
You’d think they was a knife,
Never makes no difference, no matter what I do,
I can walk, run, and hide, but can’t get away from the blues
Lived with a woman I loved,
Asked her to be my wife
I thought that it was true love,
She was, some, other man’s wife
Five long years, and all that woman put me through
Love was no way out, can’t never get away from the blues
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Whole Lotta Nothin'
03:30
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When I was a young boy, I remember Christmas Day
My present was an empty box, nothin' I could say
I wasn't even upset, I wasn't feelin’ blue
I got a whole lotta nothin', man, that’s nothin' new
I got no address, don’t have a telephone
Sure got nobody, to tell me I'm alone
That don't mean I'm lonely, and sure don't mean I'm blue,
I got a whole lotta nothin', man that’s nothin' new.
They shut off the water, turned off my heat
Now I been evicted, I’m living on the street,
Don't make me troubled or have me feelin’ blue
Got a whole lot of nothin, man that’s nothing new.
Last night playing poker, lost my money, watch, and car
Can’t afford the Greyhound, (so) I may not get too far
That don't mean I'm worried, it sure don't mean I'm blue
Got a whole lot of nothin, man, that’s nothing new.
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15. |
Check Out Blues
04:40
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Life is like a hotel, each one got a different checkout time
Yes, life is like a hotel, each one have a different checkout time
Keep on doing what you doing, you’ll be checkin’ out of yours and mine
You been out there doing,
What you ain’t supposed to do
Left the house last Friday night
And come home Sunday noon
Said life is like a ho-tel, and don’t you have no doubt
Keep on doing what you doing, and you’ll be checkin’ out
I got me two ways in
A .38 and .44
Better not find you in that bed
When I come through the hotel door
‘Cause life is like a ho-tel, each one have a different checkout time
Keep on doing what you doing, you’ll be checkin’ out of yours and mine
I give you one last warning
I tell you one last time
You don’t change the way you do
I move up your check out time
‘Cause life is like a ho-tel, and don’t you have no doubt
Keep on doing what you doing, and baby you will soon be checkin’ out
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Kevin Greenwood Woodside, California
I began playing harmonica at 16 and was mentored by James Cotton, Junior Wells, and Louis Myers; getting to play with Magic Sam, Luther Tucker, Hound Dog Taylor and many others; and a personal friend of B.B. King from age 17. After a 35 year “blues retirement”, I'm back playing, here with a band of friends. Musically, this is my “debut at 72”. In my free time I'm a writer and substitute educator. ... more
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