Sonny Boy Williamson - Million Years Blues (2005) by Sonny Boy Williamson (보컬) on maniadb.com

Hello, little school girl
Good morning, little school girl
Can I go home with you?
Can I go home, later wit' you?

Now, you can tell yo' mother an' yo' father, mm
That Sonny Boy's a little school boy, too

I woke up this morning
I woke up this morning
Lord, and I couldn't make me no
Lord, I couldn't make me, no town

Well, said I didn't have no blues, woman
But I was all messed up, anyhow

Now, you be my baby, mm
Come on an' be my baby, mm
I'll buy you a diamond
I'll buy you a diamond ring

Well, if you don't be my little woman
Then I won't buy you a doggone thing

I'm gonna buy me a airplane
I'm gonna buy me a airplane
I'm gonna fly all over this land
I'm gonna fly all over this land's town

Don't find the woman that I'm lovin'
Then I ain't goin' to let my airplane down

I do no hollerin'
I do no hollerin'
Baby, what in this world I'm gonna do
Baby, what in this world I'm gonna do

Well, that I don't want never hurt yo' feelin'
Or either get mad at you

My bluebird, bluebird, please take this letter down south for me
Now, bluebird, bluebird, please take this letter down south for me
Now you can tell my baby, I'm up here in St. Louis, oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be
Now, bluebird, when you get to Jackson, I want you to fly down on Shannon Street
Now, bluebird when you get to Jackson, I want you to fly down on Shannon Street
Well, but I don't want you to stop flyin', until you find Miss Lacey Belle, for me
Now bluebird, when you find Miss Lacey Belle, I want you to please give her my best regard
Now bluebird, when you find Miss Lacey Belle, oh, give her my best regard
Well, that you can tell her I'm up here in St. Louis but these times is awful doggone hard
Now bluebird, she may not be at home but please, knock on her door
Now bluebird, she may not be at home but please knock on her door
Well , but she might be right across the street, visitin' her next door neighbor, you know

Now, when a little girl becomin' twelve years old
Beginin' to think she grown
Well, you can never catch that kinda
Little girl at home
But you have to go there early in the mornin'
Baby, 'bout the break of day
Now, you oughta see me grab the pillow
Where my baby used to lay
Now, that I've got a little woman
Her name is, Miss Kate
She told me to come to the house this mo'nin'
I got there about half past eight
She ask, 'I told you, come early in the mo'nin'
Baby, 'bout the break of day'
Now, ya oughta see me grab the pillow
Where my baby used to lay
I said, 'Look-a-here, woman
You fool with too many men
I can't never come to see you in the evenin
I have to come 'n see you when I can'
You tell me, 'Come early in the mo'nin'
Baby, 'bout the break of day'
Now, you oughta see me grab the pillow
Where my baby used to lay
(harmonica & guitar)
Well now, I said, 'Look-a-here, woman (good!)
I ain't gonna fool 'round wit' you, no mo'
I know you don't love me
You out, 'round with Mr. So 'n So
You tell me, 'Come early in the mo'nin'
Baby, 'bout the break of day'
Now, ya oughta see me grab the pillow
Where my baby used to lay.

> Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me
Bring me my granulated sugar1, sugar mama, and try to ease my misery
You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too
You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too
You've got this granulated sugar, sugar mama, ain't nobody else got, but you
They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, been braggin' all over town
They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, braggin' all over town
Now, the bootleggers want you to sell 'em enough to make whiskey,
but you won't sell 'em about four or five pounds
I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night
I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night
Don't get my sugar three times a day, oh, Lord, then I don't feel right

> Lord, I had a woman, she was nice lovin' in ev'ry way
Lord, I had a woman, she was nice lovin' in ev'ry way
Lord, but she died and left me, I have the blues on ev'ry decoration day
Lord, I hated to see her leave, because these were the last words my baby had to say
Lord, I hate to see her leave me, because these are the last words my baby had to say
She told me to bring her some flowers, on ev'ry decoration day
People you havin' a good time now, just like the flowers that comes in May
People you havin' a good time now, just like the flowers that comes in May
Now, but Sonny Boy, thinks about his baby, on ev'ry decoration day
Fare you well, baby, I ain't got no mo' to say
Fare you well, baby, I ain't got no mo' to say
Lord, but I always rememeber, I won't never forget decoration day
Play along boy!

A-now-now, when you see a drunk man
It made-a you mad
When you get drunk
You look-a just as bad

You better cut that out
Yeah, you better cut that out
You better cut that out, boy
Befo' it be too, late

A-now-now, when you get high
You know now, you'll get worse
When you get drunk
You throw a rock in a hearst

You better cut that out
Yeah, you better cut that out
Ya better cut that out, boy
Befo' it be too, late

I see you're on your knees
You know you mistreat a friend
The next thing you know
You'll been wonderin' where you been

You better cut that out
Yeah, you better cut that out
Ya better cut that out, boy
Befo' it be too, late

Ya went downtown
Ya say, you didn't go to stay long
The next time I saw ya
You's in another man's home

You better cut that out
Yeah, you better cut that out
Ya better cut that out, boy
Befo' it be too, late

Well now, when you get high
You don't know what to do
You say you get high
Because you feelin' blue

An you better cut that out
Yeah, you better cut that out
Well, ya better cut that out, boy
Befo' it be too, late