I Am The Blues
Hoochie Coochie Man Hoochie Coochie Man
The Seventh Son
I'm Ready
I Love The Life I Live
Back Door Man
I Can't Quit You, Baby
Wang Dang Doodle
Spoonful
You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Dead Presidents
Three Hundred Pounds Of Joy
Blues Heaven
It Don't Make Sense


I Am The Blues
I am the blues
I am the blues
The whole world knows
I've been mistreated and misused

I'm the moans of suffering women
I'm the groans of dying men
I'm the last one to the start
And the first one to the end

I'm a thousand generations
Of poverty and starvation
I'm the dog
Of the United Nations
I am the blues
I am the blues

I'm the last one hired
And I'm the first one fired
I'm the only man
That has never been satisfied
I am the blues
I am the blues
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Hoochie Coochie Man
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
You got a boy child comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He's gonna make pretty women
Jump and shout
Then the world want to know
What this was all about

Chorus: But you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Well, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo, too
I got the John the Conqueror
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you, pretty girl
Lead me by the hand
Then the world will know
The hoochie coochie man

On the seventh hour
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seventh doctor say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don't you mess with me
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The Seventh Son
Now everybody's talkin' about the seventh son
In the whole round world, there is only one
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one they call the seventh son

Now I can tell your future before it comes to pass
I can do things for you that'll make your heart feel glad
I  can look at the skies and predict the rain
I can tell when a woman's got another man

I can hold you close and squeeze you tight
I can make you cry for me both day and night
I can heal the sick and raise the dead
I can make you little girls talk out of your head

I can talk these words that sound so sweet
Makin' love with me, your heart will skip a beat
I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms
And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones
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I'm Ready
I'm ready
Ready as anybody can be
I'm ready
Ready as anybody can be
I'm ready for you
I hope you're ready for me

I gotta axe handle pistol
On a graveyard frame
That shoots tombstone bullets
Wearing balls gnd chain
I'rn drinkin' TNT
Smokin' dynamite
I hope some screwball
Start a fight

Chorus: Because I'm ready
Ready as anybody can be
I'm ready for you
I hope you're ready for me

All you pretty little chicks
With your curly hair
I know you feel
Like I ain't nowhere
But, stop what you're doing
Baby come over here
I'll prove to you baby
That I ain't no square

I've been drinking gin
Like never before
I feel so good
I want you to know
One more drink
I wish you would
It takes a whole lot of loving
To make me feel good
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I Love The Life I Live
See you watchin' me like a hawk
I don't mind the way you talk
But let me tell you, somethin's got to give
I live the life I love and I love the life I live

So if you see me and you think I'm wrong
Don't worry 'bout me, just let me alone
My sweet life ain't nothin' but a thrill
I live the life I love and I love the life I live

My diamond ring and my money too
Tomorrow night they may belong to you
Because you and me (ain't that well)
I live the life I love and I love the life I live

I may get a thousand on a bet this time
One minute later I can't cover your dime
Tomorrow night I could be over the hill
I just want you to know, baby, the way I feel

Well, I'm rockin' when you pass me by
Don't talk to me, 'cause I could be high
Please forgive me if you will
I live the life I love and I love the life I live
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Back Door Man
Chorus: I am the back door man
I am the back door man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls understand

When everybody is trying to sleep
I'm somewhere making a midnight creep
And every morning when the rooster crow
He's telling me you got to go

They took me to the doctor
Shot full of holes
And the nurses cried
Please save his soul

I was accused of murder
In the first degree
The judge's wife plead
Let the man go free

The cop's wife cried
Don't take him down
I'd rather you give me
Six feet of ground

When you come home
You can eat pork and beans
I eats more chicken
Than any man's seen
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I Can't Quit You, Baby
I can't quit you, baby
But I've got to put you down for awhile
You know I can't quit you, baby
But I've got to put you down for awhile
Well, you messed up my happy home, babe
Made me mistreat my only child

You know I love you, baby
My love for you I could never hide
Yes, you know I love you, baby
My love for you I would never hide
Yes, you know you're the onliest one, darlin'
You're just my heart's desire

Well, I'm so tired I could cry
I could just lay down and die
I'm so tired I could cry
I could just lay down and die
You know I love you, baby
You're just my heart's desire

When you hear me moanin' and groanin', baby
You know it hurts me way down inside
When you hear me moanin' and groanin', baby
You know it hurts me way down inside
Yes, when you hear me holler, baby
You know you're my heart's desire
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Wang Dang Doodle
Tell Automatic Slim
To tell razor totin' Jim
To tell butcher knife totin' Annie
To tell fast talkin' Fannie
That we're gonna pitch a ball
Down to the union hall
We gonna rump and trump till midnight
And fuss and fight till daylight
We gonna pitcha a wang dang doodle all night long

Chorus: All night long
All night long
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
All night long

Tell Fats and Washboard Sam
That everybody's gonna jam
Tell Shakey and Boxcar Joe
They got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg and Caroline Dine
We gonna have a heck of a time
And when the fish scent fill the air
There will be snuff juice everywhere

Tell Kuda Crawling Red
To tell Abyssinia Ned
To tell old pistol toting Pete
To tell everybody he meet
Tonight we need no rest
We're gonna really throw a mess
We're gonna break out all the windows
And kick down all the doors
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Spoonful
It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea
But one little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me

Chorus: Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fight about that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

It could be a spoonful of diamonds
It could be a spoonful of gold
But one little spoon of your precious love
Could satisfy my soul

It could be a spoonful of water
To save you from the burning sand
But one spoon of lead from my forty-five
Will save you from another man
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You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover
You can't judge an apple
By looking at the tree
You can't judge honey
By looking at the bee
You can't judge a daughter
By looking at the mother
And you can't tell the book
By looking at the cover

Chorus: Now can't you see
You misjudge me
I look like a farmer
But I'm a lover
So you can't judge a book
By looking at the cover

You can't judge the sugar
By looking at the cane
You can't judge a woman
By looking at her man
You can't judge the sister
By looking at her brother
You can't judge a book
By looking at the cover

You can't judge the fish
By looking at the pond
You can't judge the right
By looking at the wrong
You can't judge one
By looking at another
You can't judge a book
By looking at the cover
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Dead Presidents
Chorus: Give me some dead presidents
Give me some dead presidents
I ain't broke but I'm badly bent
Everybody wants them dead presidents

Now Lincoln, a penny, can't park your car
Washington on a nickel can't go too far
Jeff on two, good to play at the track
If you think you gonna bring some big ones back

Give me some dead presidents
Give me some dead presidents
I don't need Lincoln on the little old cent
I want great big Lincoln, to pay my rent

Hamilton on a ten, can get you straight
But Jackson on a twenty is really great
And if you talking about a poor man's friend
Grant will get you out of whatever you're in

Hundred dollar Franklin is really sweet
Five hundred McKinley is the one for me
And if I get Cleveland I'm really set
With thousand dollar Cleveland I forget the rest
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Three Hundred Pounds Of Joy
Now all you girls that think that your days are done
You don't have to worry, you can have your fun
Take me, baby, for your little boy
You get three hundred pounds of heavenly joy

This is it, this is it
Look what you get

You've been sneakin' and hiding behind his back
Because you got a man that you don't like
Now throw that man, baby, out of your mind
And follow me, baby, and have a real good time

Hoy, hoy, I'm the boy
You get three hundred pounds of heavenly joy
I'm so glad you understand
You get three hundred pounds of muscle and man
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Blues Heaven
Blues heaven, where can this place be?
Blues heaven must be mighty sweet
Did you ever think of a blues heaven
And the many sights you can see
Where the people who always sang the blues
Could sing till e-ter-ni-ty

Like old King Cole, he sang with soul
And Bessie Smith sang so sweet
And poor old Sonny Boy sang the blues
And played his harp for me

Where the Big Bopper could blow his top
And Big Bill sang the blues
And Dinah, she sang like an evil gal
And Billie Holiday just croons

Elmore James sang dust my broom
And Sam twisting time a-way
And Blind Lemon Jefferson played the blues
Until the break of day

Did you ever think of a blues heaven
And the many sights you could see
Where the people who always sang the blues
Could sing till e-ter-ni-ty
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It Don't Make Sense (You Can't Make Peace)
You have made great planes to scan 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
But it don't make sense you can't make peace.
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