Messin' With The Kid
Checkin' On My Baby
Diggin' My Potatoes
Good Mornin' Lil' Schoolgirl
Have Mercy
Hoodoo Man
Little By Little
Messin' With The Kid
My Baby She Left Me
Poor Man's Plea
She Wants To Sell My Monkey
Vietcong Blues
You Don't Love Me



Messin' With The Kid
(by Mel Landon, performed by Junior Wells and Buddy Guy)
What's this a-here goin all around town
The people they say they're gonna put the kid down
Oh no. Oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin with the kid 
You know the kid's no child, and I don't play
I says what I mean and I mean what I say
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin with the kid 
[guitar solo] 
You know the kid's no child, and I don't play
I says what I mean and I mean what I say
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin with the kid 
We're gonna take the kid's car and drive around town
Tell everybody you're not puttin him down
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah. Oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin with the...
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Checkin' On My Baby
(by Junior Wells) from Best of the Vanguard Years (Vanguard 79508)
Checkin' on my baby, see what she puttin' down
So many days and nights I been out of town
I wouldn't call home, and I wouldn't even write
I bought me a plane and flew back the same night

Checkin' on my baby, find out what she puttin' down
Checkin' up on my baby, find out what she puttin' down
So many nights and days I been out of town
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Diggin' My Potatoes
(Traditional) from Alone & Acoustic (Alligator ALCD 4802)
You don't love me, baby, just like I love you
If you loved me, woman, you wouldn't have me standin' 'round cryin'
I was walking out the back door, when somebody else was tippin' in
Lord, it hurt so bad, to hear him call your name

Somebody's digging my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
You know I feel so bad, people, ain't it a cryin' shame
Keep on steppin', mama, don't come around my house no more
Lord, I'm so glad to see you walk right on by that door

Lord, I need somebody, to hold me in their arms
Lord, just make me feel so good, please don't let me cry no more
Lord, I'm moving, yes I'm moving, movin' on down the line
I got a real funny feeling', li'l girl I can't use you no more
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Good Mornin' Lil' Schoolgirl
(Traditional)
Good morning, little schoolgirl, can I go home with you?
Tell your mother and your poppa, I'm a little schoolboy too
Lord, I love you baby, just can't help myself
Don't care how you treat me, baby, I don't want nobody else

Good morning, little schoolgirl, hey hey hey!
Oohweeh, I'm gonna leave you baby, one of these old days
On account of how you treat me, baby, I'm gonna stay away

Good morning, little schoolgirl, can I go home with you?
Come on now, pretty baby, come one home with me
Good morning, little schoolgirl, hey hey hey!
Ooh, oohweeh, I'm gonna buy an airplane, fly all over your town

Tell everybody, baby, Lord knows you're fine
I can't stand it, baby, just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty, you love somebody else
Good morning, little schoolgirl, hey hey hey!
Ooh, oohweeh!
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Have Mercy

I used to have plenty, plenty money, money, money, finest clothes in town
But bad luck and trouble, trouble, trouble, tried to get me down
Mercy, mercy, baby, have mercy on me

Though I done somebody wrong, have mercy every day
Lord, if I been a bad fella, fella, fella, I'm bound to change my ways
Don't want bad luck and trouble, trouble, trouble, to follow me all my days, yeah yeah!
Mercy, mercy, baby, have mercy on me
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Hoodoo Man
by Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee), from Blues Hit Big Town (Delmark 640) & Live at Buddy Guy's Legends (Telarc 83412)
Lord, I wonder what's the matter, I'm crying all the time
The minutes seem like hours, everything's the same
But I'm holding my hand, Lord I'm trying to make my baby understand

Somebody done tell me, Junior, somebody done hoodoo the hoodoo man
I buzzed your bell this morning, elevator running slow
I buzzed your bell this morning, take me up to your third floor.
But I'm holding my hand, Lord I'm trying to make my baby understand

I'm gonna tell you one time, ain't gonna tell you no more
If I have to tell you again, I'm gonna let you go
But I'm holding my hand, Lord I'm trying to make my baby understand
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Little By Little
(by probably Junior Wells), from Comin' at You (Vanguard VMD-79262) & Messin' with the Kid (Charly 219) & Live at Buddy Guy's Legends (Telarc 83412)
You stay out all night till the break of day,
you stop up your ears to everything I say
Little by little, I'm losing you, I can see,
bit by bit, your love is drifting away from me

What you doing, baby, you know it ain't right
I wonder what you doing that it takes all night
Little by little, I'm losing you, I can see
Bit by bit, your love is drifting away from me

You look so disgusted when I try to kiss you
I guess I don't thrill you like I used to do
Little by little, I'm losing you, I can see
Bit by bit, your love is drifting away from me

I tried to tail you last sitting in my car,
but I was scared that I would see what I was looking for
Little by little, I'm losing you, I can see
Bit by bit, your love is drifting away from me
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Messin' With The Kid
(by Mel London, performed by Junior Wells and Buddy Guy), recording of 1972, from Buddy Guy & Junior Wells Play the Blues (Rhino R2-70299)
What's this a-here goin' all around town
The people they say they're gonna put the kid down
Oh no, oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin' with the kid

You know the kid's no child, and I don't play
I says what I mean and I mean what I say
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin' with the kid

You know the kid's no child, and I don't play
I says what I mean and I mean what I say
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin' with the kid

We're gonna take the kid's car and drive around town
Tell everybody you're not puttin' him down
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh look at what you did
You can call it what you want to, I call it messin' with the...
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My Baby She Left Me (She Left Me A Mule To Ride)
by Sonny Boy Williamson II (Rice Miller), performed by Junior Wells and Buddy Guy, recording of 1972, from Buddy Guy & Junior Wells Play the Blues (Rhino R2-70299)
When my baby she left me, she left me with a mule to ride
When my baby she left me, she left me with a mule to ride
When her train left the station that old mule laid down and died

Man I sent this woman a brand new twenty dollar bill
Lord I sent that woman a brand new twenty dollar bill
Now if that don't bring her back, I'm sure this old shotgun will

Lake Michigan ain't no river, Chicago ain't no hill town
Lake Michigan ain't no river, Chicago ain't no hill town
If I feel like this tomorrow I'm gonna clear out be back down Memphis bound

I'll be standing down on the landing when the big boat pull off and roll
I'll be standing on the landing when the big boat pull off and roll
I'll be hopin' I'll be prayin' I don't see your face no more

When my baby she left me, she left me with a mule to ride
When my baby she left me, she left me with a mule to ride
When her train left the station that old mule laid down and died

Lord I sent this woman a brand new twenty dollar bill
Man I sent my baby a brand new twenty dollar bill
Now if that don't bring her back, I'm sure my shotgun will
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Poor Man's Plea
(by Junior Wells), recording of 1972, from Buddy Guy & Junior Wells Play the Blues (Rhino R2-70299)
Who's been here, since I been gone?
Little white boy, tryin' to do me wrong
Tryin' to love my baby, tryin' to love my baby
Well, I don't care, what the people say
I gonna love my baby, any old way
Don't you need me, baby?
Don't you need me, baby?
Don't you need me, baby?
Don't you need me, baby?

People in the neighborhood, tryin' to tell me things
But I don't care what the people say
I gotta keep my baby, any old way
I gotta keep my baby, I gotta keep my baby
Moanin' and groanin, talkin' outta my head

Feel so bad, sometimes I wish I was dead
'Cause I love my baby, Lord, I love my baby
Think I'm gonna blow my horn
Tell me that you love me, don't tell my no lies
Lord, I don't want to hear it,
I would rather die
I just love you, baby
I just love you, baby
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She Wants To Sell My Monkey
(by Junior Wells), recording of 1997, from Come on in This House (Telarc 83395)
Me and my baby keep falling out
let me tell you what it's all about
She wanna sell my monkey
She wanna sell my monkey
She wanna sell my monkey but that won't do

It used to be hers but she gave him to me
why she wanna sell him I just can't see
She wanna sell my monkey
She wanna sell my monkey
She wanna sell my monkey but that won't do

I got to stay home both day and night
can't trust that girl out of my sight
She wanna sell my monkey
She wanna sell my monkey
She wanna sell my monkey but that won't do
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Vietcong Blues
(by Junior Wells), from Best of the Vanguard Years (Vanguard 79508)
I woke up early this mornin'
I was feelin' kind of blue
My landlady said you got a letter here
And I began to sing the blues

It was from my brother
Don't you know the boy's laying down in Vietnam
Lord they say, you don't have no reason to fight baby but
Lord knows you think you're right
(But you got to be wrong, don't you hear me, you got to be wrong, now pick up...)

You wake up early in the mornin' baby
And you don't have nothin' to eat
You can't buy yourself no clothes baby
Lord knows who can you meet

My brother's in Vietnam
People don't you know just why I'm singin' these blues
You might have no respect for your country darlin'
But that's why, that's why I'm singin' these blues
(You better pick up baby and get with it, you hear me? Looka here...)

The mothers, all the wives,
all the fathers, that have sons,
in Vietnam, you hear me?
This is to you
Always

Oh I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin'
People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind
Lord I'm gonna wake up early in the mornin'
People I'm 'bout to go out of my god-darn' mind
It's so sad, it's so sad to think about your people
Lord when the other man thinks they're wrong
(You're not right baby. Hear this just before I go)

Lord I woke up in the mornin'...1
You're gonna look up, you're gonna look up and find yourself gone
Lord I woke up this mornin'
You're gonna look up and find yourself gone
(How would you feel if it was your brother over there, eh? How would you feel?)
Lord then you're gonna ask the good Lord to forgive you
Please forgive me for my sins.
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Note 1: ..., text unknown.

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You Don't Love Me
(by Willie Cobbs), from Comin' at You (Vanguard VMD-79262)
You don't love me, baby; you don't love me this I know
If you leave me, baby, I won't have no place to go
I'm gonna tell my mother; I'm gonna talk to my father, too

Lord, I gotta tell my old man what these young girls will do to you
Goodbye now, pretty baby, if I never see you no more
Lord, you think I'm a fool, you better be on your merry way
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