J.J.Cale – Five (1979)

Thirteen Days
Boilin' Pot
I'll Make Love To You Anytime
Don't Cry Sister
Too Much For Me
Sensitive Kind
Friday
Lou-Easy-Ann
Let's go to Tahiti
Katy Kool Lady
Fate Of A Fool
Mona


Thirteen Days
(J.J.Cale)

Thirteen days on ____ down south
We've got enough dope to keep us all high
We've got two girls dancing to pick up the crowd
Sound men to mix us, make us sound loud
Sometimes we make money, sometimes we don't know
Thirteen days with life to go
Birmingham and _____, up to Baton Rouge
Smoking cigarettes and reefer, drinking coffee and blue
See the sun come up in Georgia, go down to New Orleans
There we get to know a woman, start to get in her jeans
Sometimes we make money, sometimes we don't know
Thirteen days with life to go
Migrant Worker is the name of this band
When we come to your town, come see us again
Well, we been to California, we been to New York
Some think we're good, others it's a joke
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days with life to go
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Boilin' Pot
(J.J.Cale)
Now she don't know where she is, how sexy she can be
She don't realise what her eyes do to me
She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot
She whispers in my ear, "Let's do it right here"
The ways of a wantin' woman are a mystery
The style she has will never fade as long as she's havin' me
She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot
She whispers in my ear, "Let's do it right here"
She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot
Burning right through the night
It don't take long for her to catch my eye
When she wants to suck me in, it's easy as pie
She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot
Burning right through the night
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I'll Make Love To You Anytime
(J.J.Cale)
I can't read and I can't write
And I don't know my left from right
I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine
And I don't know if you'll ever be mine
But I'll make love to you any old time
I can't swim and I can't fly
I ain't no fish, I ain't no bird in the sky
I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine
And I don't know if you'll ever be mine
But I'll make love to you any old time
I can't count from one to ten
And I don't know the shape I'm in
I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine
And I don't know if you'll ever be mine
But I'll make love to you any old time
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Don't Cry Sister
(J.J.Cale)
Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright in the morning
Don't cry sister cry, everything'll be just fine
Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright, I tell you no lie
Don't cry sister cry, don't do it, don't do it
When Old Man Trouble knocks on your door
Don't give him no key, he just wants more
He'll turn your life to misery
Kick you down, just like me
Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright, it'll be alright
Don't cry sister cry, everything'll be just fine
If you woke downhearted and you feel so bad
Somebody wants something of nothing you had
Love don't come too easy, you see
A little bit of you and a little bit of me
Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright, it'll be alright
Don't cry sister cry, everything'll be just fine
Everything'll be just fine
Everything'll be just fine
Don't cry sister cry, don't do it, don't do it
Don't cry sister cry, don't do it, don't do it
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Too Much For Me
(J.J.Cale)
Somebody touched me late last night
Had this woman and I still feel right
Some kind of feeling up and down my spine
Plays with my head and mess with my mind
She tickled my toe and she kissed my ear
Told me not to worry, told me not to fear
Oo-wee, she felt good to me
Gotta have another, just like the other
Last night brother was too much for me
I felt like a junkie couldn't score no dope
I buzzed the brass then I lost all hope
Laying down woman, she got me too hot
We had a little drink, and we smoked a little pot
All I knew was something happened to me
I was inconspicuous as anyone could be
She set me on fire, I'm telling you
Let me tell you brother, I didn't know what to do
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's not
Sometimes you get it and sometimes you're got
Oo-wee, it felt good to me
Gotta have another, just like the other
Last night brother was too much for me
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Sensitive Kind
(J.J.Cale)
Don't take her for granted, she has a hard time
Don't misunderstand her or play with her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you in time
You've got to know she's the sensitive kind
Tell her you love her, each and every night
And you will discover she will treat you right
If you believe, I know you will find
There ain't nothing like the sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waiting for you
You are the only thing to help her through
Don't take her for granted, she has a hard time
You've got to know she's the sensitive kind
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Friday
(J.J.Cale)
Monday morning comes too early
Work my back to the bone
All day Monday I keep thinking
"Weekend's coming, gonna go home"
Tuesday I hate, oh Tuesday
Ain't no girls on the street
Tuesday it ain't good for nothing
Drinking beer and watching TV
Friday, Friday evening
Come on Friday, it's been too long
Friday, Friday evening
Come on Friday, I wanna go home
Wednesday's hump day, hump day's Wednesday
Over the hump, the week's half-gone
If I had my pay on Wednesday
I'd hang out, the hump day's gone
Thursday, you know I feel better
I can see the end in sight
Think I'll write myself a letter
Help myself through the night
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Lou-Easy-Ann
(J.J.Cale)
Lou-Easy-Ann, I hear you calling back to me
Lou-Easy-Ann, I hear you calling back to me
Lord, I'm going back to New Orleans
Lou-Easy-Ann has set me free
Bourbon Street mama, you've never seen in your life
Bourbon Street mama, you keep it clean out of sight
Lord, I'm going back to New Orleans
Lou-Easy-Ann, you've got it right
Lou-Easy-Ann, ain't no woman quite like you
Lou-Easy-Ann, the way you do the things you do
Lord, I'm coming back to New Orleans
Lou-Easy-Ann, you've got me hooked on you
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Let's go to Tahiti
(Bill Boatman and Roger Tillison)
Let's go to Tahiti
Let's go to Tahiti
Well, the man been working in the shop all year
He said "Men, we've got to get out of here"
Well, the girl been working in the five-and-dime
She says, "Girls, let's go while we've still got the time"
Let's go to Tahiti
Let's go to Tahiti
Tell the captain 'Put the rum on the boat'
Everybody on board, let's see if she'll float
Let that old jet plane fly on by
We've got the time till the day we die
Let's go to Tahiti
Let's go to Tahiti
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Katy Kool Lady
(Christine Lakeland and J.J.Cale)
Sure do miss you babe
You know it's been a while
Way too long, since you been gone
I'm almost out of style
You treat me kind and gentle
You're always on my mind
A love that's true, I keep for you
Until the end of time
Someday you've got to come back
Stay with me a while
I'll take some time, to make you mine
And keep you out of style
* ALTERNATE VERSION :
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*		Katy Kool lady, Kool lady, Kool lady
*		Katy Kool lady, Kool lady, Kool lady
*
*		Walking down the street
*		Can I meet Katy Kool lady, Kool lady, Kool lady?
*		She is a mystery
*		She will not talk to me
*
*		She has a hold on me
*		She can't even see
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Fate Of A Fool
(J.J.Cale)
Spent my life in a cold hard bar-room
Drinking that long black whisky down
I play the guitar, for me it's a living
Well, I know, just a-hanging around
Dancing girls, oh, they drive me crazy
All they want is a fancy name
Don't you know is I might not make it
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
Yeah, been down to the palace of pleasure
Honky-tonk, where I come from
Smoke's so thick I can't imagine
Wine flows fast by the rule of a gun                 (?)
One of these mornings it'll come up Sunday
I won't have a good time again
That time ain't now, it's a whole new dream
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
One more night, one more dollar
One more song, can you do it again
I don't know, I may not make it
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
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Mona
(J.J.Cale)
Mona, she comes in the morning
She brings me a bottle of wine
She comes to my bed, soothes up my head
Makes me feel alright
Makes me feel alright
Mona, she comes on a Friday
She stays it to the night
Mona, she comes to my bedroom
To keep my spirits high
To keep my spirits high
Mona, she brings me no money
She brings me no food
All she brings is her sweet, sweet love
Makes my afternoon
Makes my afternoon
When daylight falls from my window
Another night's come and gone
I always know 'cause I'm feeling so low
Mona, you know she has gone
Mona, you know she has gone
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