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In questo girotondo d'anime
Chi si volta 챔 perso e resta qua Io so per certo amico Mi son voltato anch'io E per raggiungerti ho dovuto correre Ma pi첫 mi guardo in giro e vedo che See'챔 un mondo che va avanti anche se Se tu non ci sei pi첫, se tu non ci sei pi첫 E dimmi perch챕 In questo girotondo d' anime Non see'챔 un posto Per scrollarsi via di dosso Quello che ci 챔 stato detto E quello che ormai si sa E allora sai che see'챔 see'챔 che see'챔, see'챔 che prendo un treno Che va a paradiso citt?? E vi saluto a tutti e salto su Prendo il treno e non ci penso pi첫 Un viaggio a senso solo senza ritorno Se non in volo Senza fermate n챔 confini Solo orizzonti neanche troppo lontani Io mi prender챵 il mio posto E tu seduta l챙 al mio fianco Mi dirai destinazione paradiso Paradiso citt?? |
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3 and 3 is 6, baby
3 and 6 is nine If you gimme your 6 Baby, I'll give you mine Well, I went to Detroit city My feet got soaking wet I was soaked, I was frostbitten And I ain't thawed out yet So long, baby Hope we'll meet again If you ever in trouble Just remember I'm your friend |
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from Albert Collins - Frozen Alive (1997)
I went to work this mo'nin'
My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya But you look sick enough to die" He sent me to the company doctor And he examined from head to toe Whatever's wrong with ya, young man My x-rays just won't show I say, angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need The finance company They just can't recieve my check They say they want a payment by Friday Or they want all-a the furniture back I went to the credit union To try to get myself a loan They said, "I would let ya have it young man But we hear that you won't be workin' here much longer Angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Oh, angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need Lord have mercy Oh angel Oh Oh Cut my lights off this mo'nin' They set my furniture out doors I was listenin' to the weatherman 'while ago An' he's says it's gonna rain an' snow My daughter's got pneumonia An' my son is down with the flu My whole family's sufferin' from malnutrition And I can't even 'fford them soup I say, angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Oh, angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need |
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3 and 3 is 6, baby
3 and 6 is nine If you gimme your 6 Baby, I'll give you mine Well, I went to Detroit city My feet got soaking wet I was soaked, I was frostbitten And I ain't thawed out yet So long, baby Hope we'll meet again If you ever in trouble Just remember I'm your friend |
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from Albert Collins - Ice Pickin` (1999)
I've got a cold, cold feelin; It's just like ice around my heart.
I've got a cold, cold feelin; It's just like ice around my heart. I know I'm gonna' quit somebody, every time that, feelin'starts. You treat my like a prisoner, because my hands are tied. Everything you do to me, is stackin' up inside. It's a cold, cold feelin' Yea, You're just like ice around my heart. I know I'm gonna' quit somebody, every time that, feelin'starts. There's a change in me baby, once I was blind but now I can see. There's a change in me baby, once I was blind but now I can see. I'm gonna' put everybody down baby, That ever made a fool outta me. |
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[Instrumental & guitar background during conversation]
You take like, me an' my wife We got about four kids Found the next door neighbor, an' she says, "Look-a-here, let's get together one night, An' go out an' have a ball, let the husbands baby-sit, How 'bout that?" Can ya dig it fellas? She come after me, she says, "Honey, we wanna go out tonight, and have a ball" I said, "Sure, it's alright, just as long as you be home by two" I let's her go ahead on out, an' I'm baby sittin', Kids hollerin' an' cryin', I had to put diapers, change diapers Two o'clock come, no wife I said well, that's alright she probably went 'bout four or five miles out-a the city limit I give her about thirty minutes to get home Can ya dig it fellas? Three o'clock come, still no wife Four o'clock, sure was mad, now Here she come, draggin' in Now can ya dig this fellas? Now here the way she talk to me, real sweet She sounded good, ya know Kissin' me all on the neck an' goin' on Felt good, but I'm still mad! Now after she done all that sweet talk, You know what I told her, fellas? You know what I told her? You don't know what I told her? An' I fool around an' made her mad, you know what would happen? You know what she told me, fellas? Now I told her the same thing [Let's ride this thing outta trouble] (yeah) Well this woman is puttin' me out How 'bout that? |
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Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much
Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Listenin' to your conversation is just about to separate us You start talkin' in the morning, you're talkin' all day long I'm tryin' to figure out what I did wrong Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Listenin' to your conversation is just about to separate us I stay out all day long, you know I hate to come home Everything I do, seems to be wrong Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Listenin' to your conversation is just about to separate us I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't rest in peace I'll be better off, you know, walkin' the streets Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Listenin' to your conversation is just about to separate us I come for lunch or dinner, it happens all the time That little gal just drives me out of my mind Oh honey hush, yes you talk too much Listenin' to your conversation is just about to separate us |
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(Sax intro by Jon Smith)
I got my wife a charge card Just the other day I owe five hundred dollars Just for yesterday I said, "Honey, here's a present Go out and shop around, buy you a couple a-dresses, browse around downtown" She did just what I told her Bought one, two, three Came home lookin' silly Makin' goo-goo eyes at me Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Oh yeah, charge it! Said, "Did you get your dress?" "Yes, one or two" I needed me some shoes, I needed some jewelry, too" Two hundred dollar dresses I could-a made, I can't sew It made me so mad I could call her a so and so Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Oh yeah, charge it for me, charge it, baby! Hey! Ow! For one-a that gal's dresses, yeah I paid one and a half I'm so mad, I just had to laugh I could see in my mind On a horse like Paul Revere Hate to check my mail boxes 'Cause these bills keep comin' here Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Oh, let's charge it! "Oh, don't get too much on the bill, dear" ("Oh, I put five hundred dollars already, baby") "Yeah, but I know, but I'm-a, you know that, that, that, 18% is killin' me!" "Yeah, I understand darlin', but I know you wanna charge it an' everything but, yeah, darlin' " ("They have 'American Express") "But, wait a minute, man, I, I told ya to take that Master Card with ya And take one wit' ya and leave one at home "But you look good in them blue jeans, though" ("Yeah, I understand about dresses") Yeah, they got 'em on sale up there, upside the wall, there" "Fifteen dollars, man, on sale darlin', here, let me look for ya" "I'm gonna bet you, be struttin' down the street in them blue jeans, haha" "Yeah, but you can even wear them dresses on the weekend" "Yeah, I hear ya baby, well charge it then baby, that's alright, yeah" ("I have a Visa"!) "What"? (heh, heh) "Give me the scissors, I'm gonna cut 'em up" Well, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, you!" "Yeah I know, darlin', I am" ("Charge it") "Here, go on charge, darlin' " "I'm guilty callin' em, I know you're gonna charge it anyway" "Ooh, I know you gonna look good in them blue jeans You look like you been poured in 'em"! (Fading) Oh, charge it baby! Yeah, I see you later on, an' hour I'm gone to work here, n' when I come back I wanna see you with them jeans on, baby Yeah, love her, yeah, you look good baby Yeah, I know, I know... (fades out to end) |
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I layed down last night, too tired to wait
I had a chill this mornin', too tired to shake I got a good poker hand, too tired to win I could hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in I'm tired, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tired Too tired, too tired for anything Too tired to walk, too tired to run I can hear my baby callin', too tired, too tired Too tired, yes I'm tired I'm tired, too tired for anything I'm tired of prosperity, tired of luck Sittin' on a pin, I'm too tired to get up I'm tired, I declare, I declare, I'm tired Too tired, tired, too tired for anything I'm tired, baby! Hey! |
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Now what you gonna do, when the welfare turn it's back on you?
Now what you gonna do-hoo-hoo-hoo, when the welfare turn it's back on you Now, you be standin' there stranded, there's ain't a thing that you can do Now you look all through your house, yes, you can't, find a piece of bread Now you look all through your hou-hou-house, yeah, you can't find a piece of bread Sometime you begin to wonder, if you be better off, better off, dead You go down to the welfare Give 'em one, two report Something they sellin' you Will surely get your goat If you tell 'em you sick You better have a bad cough 'Cause if you don't They be ready to throw you off What you gonna do, when the welfare turns it's back on you? You be standin' there stranded, There ain't a thing, there ain't a thing you There ain't a thing-hing-hing-hing-hing, that you can do |
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from Albert Collins - Don`T Lose Your Cool (1999)
I always live by the, golden rule
Whatever happens, ha, don't blow your cool! You gotta have nerves of steel And never show folks how you, honestly feel I lived all my life this way, ha For example, take yesterday: I breeze home happy bringin' her my pay Her note read ...so long savvy, I haven't gone away! An' I threw myself down across our empty bed An' this is what I said: Ooo shhhhiiiii ooow ooow ooow What? Oh what are you gonna do with me? Ooo wow uh But I was cool! So I "one for the roaded" at a all night bar I wound up so loaded, I tore up my car The judge threw the book at me, An' when I read, the sentence there, I said: "Oow! Please oooow ooow, please I got to know, I got to know What? what went wrong? I don't underst... I oh a, But I was cool! So I said she's the only one, that I have to pay And I found her an' pulled my gun, an' fired point blank The shot whistled right past that woman's head An' I killed my hound dog, dead! Oooooow, ruff ruff, rrr, rrr, rrr, rur, rur, rur As they carried me away I was overheard to say, "Be cool, be cool, stay cool, be cool!" |
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I used to be a big shot long ago
I had a Cadillac an' a whole lotta dough Real fine women used to chase me down Now, not one-a those gals can be found They're never home whenever I call Don't seem to want me around at all I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke Stone-cold broke, I ain't got a lousy dime Went to a nightclub an' had my fun Shuckin' an' jivin' wit' ev'ryone Drinkin' that beer an' gin an' wine Boy, I'm tellin' ya I had a good time When I got home I didn't have no loot Had to go down an' pawn my suit I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke (ha-ha) Stone-cold broke, I ain't got a lousy dime Now, I'm a low-down dirty bum Right back where I started from I got no car, I got no gal I ain't even got a pal Huffin' an' puffin' can't raise a cent Put me out, I can't pay my rent I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke Stone-cold broke, I ain't got a lousy dime (Spoken: "Damn, I'm broke man, I got no damn money" "What n' the hell am I gonna do now?" "Oh hey, Jim, what's happenin' man?" "Oh man, I'm sure glad to see you!" "Yeah, I know I owe you twenty dollars man, but you know hey, look it" "Well you know they picked up my car up this mornin'?" "What?" (hm, a-ha) "You know they say a man ain't suppose to cry?" "Man, I'm gonna tell ya, you know that they didn't lie" "Ay, I, I, I'm broke man, I swear I'm broke" "Ha, I ain't had, man I ain't got it, I got about two dollars, man that's it" "Ha, swear I'm broke man" "Hm yeah, yeah I'm broke, yeah" Fading: "Trust me I'm broke, man, yeah I am") |
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In questo girotondo d'anime
Chi si volta 챔 perso e resta qua Io so per certo amico Mi son voltato anch'io E per raggiungerti ho dovuto correre Ma pi첫 mi guardo in giro e vedo che See'챔 un mondo che va avanti anche se Se tu non ci sei pi첫, se tu non ci sei pi첫 E dimmi perch챕 In questo girotondo d' anime Non see'챔 un posto Per scrollarsi via di dosso Quello che ci 챔 stato detto E quello che ormai si sa E allora sai che see'챔 see'챔 che see'챔, see'챔 che prendo un treno Che va a paradiso citt?? E vi saluto a tutti e salto su Prendo il treno e non ci penso pi첫 Un viaggio a senso solo senza ritorno Se non in volo Senza fermate n챔 confini Solo orizzonti neanche troppo lontani Io mi prender챵 il mio posto E tu seduta l챙 al mio fianco Mi dirai destinazione paradiso Paradiso citt?? |
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Tryin' to tell you baby, about your trip
Ev'rytime I talk to ya baby, Lord, you give me that lip I know what you mean, baby yeah, about your past Ev'rytime I talk to you baby yeah, you ain't got no class (You're on an ego trip) (You're on an ego trip) (You're on an ego trip) (You're on an ego trip) Ow! Take ya downtown, to get me a pair of shoes Come back home girl, Lord, talkin' like a fool Sometimes baby, yeah, you don't have no class Cheap old talkin' girl, Lord, I'm gonna get on your ass (You're on an ego trip) ha (You're on an ego trip) (You're on an ego trip) (You're on an ego trip) yeah, yeah Ow! I been knowin' about your trip baby, yeah It come to pass Ev'ry time I talk to you baby, Lord You give me that mess (You're on an ego trip) ha (You're on an ego trip) that girl (You're on an ego trip) yeah (You're on an ego trip) (Spoken: "You got that old ego goin' on" "Gotta school you next week" "An' I told you to get yourself together now" "So you can get me them shoes" "Ya ain't come back wit' 'em yet" Fading: "What?" "I told you 'bout that talkin' back" "What?" |
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I went to breakfast this mo'nin, down to the corner bar
I thought I heard my baby call my name, an' it came from so far I started runnin' an' answerin', like a crazy fool would do Aha, ya' see, my woman gone away an' left me An' now my mind is tryin' to leave me too Now my friend stepped out the bar An' stopped me an' offered me a drink I went in an' had a double An' I began to think about my baby Aha, like a crazy fool would do You see, my woman gone away an' left me An' now my mind is tryin' to leave me too Oh! Ha-ah, I went into the barber shop an' ordered ham an' eggs An' each barber gave me fifty cent They thought I was tryin' to beg An' I started cryin' like a baby (like a baby, ha) Like any fool would do You see my woman gone away an' left me An' now my mind is tryin' to leave me too |
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They tell me love is like quicksand, can't stop when you're sinkin' down
Tell me love is like quicksand, you can't stop when you're sinkin' down My gal lead me down to the suction and I know I just can't turn around She's a hardheaded woman, an' she always treat me wrong She's a hardheaded woman, an' she always treat me wrong She treat me so bad, that's when she make me weep an' moan Hey! She's a hardheaded woman, she always treat me wrong I'm sick an' down baby, 'cause you always treat me wrong My handle raised for help, won't you listen to me weep an' moan? Hey! |
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You get the strangest kinda feelin', that's when the guitar plays the blues
I say, you get the strangest kinda feelin', that's when a guitar plays the blues Your body gets the message, and you know, you know, your soul has just got to move You might even bat your eye You might even snap or cry The feelin' you're feelin' within you babe You know you just can't hide You're kinda strokin' like that You're kinda bendin' like this And it reaches down inside you And your soul just can't resist You get the same kinda feelin' When the guitar plays the blues Your body sure gets the message Yes, you know, you know, your soul has just got to move And when the music is over And it's time to turn out the lights You know the blues goes home with ya Soothes you through the night You get the strange kinda feelin' When the guitar plays the blues Your body gets the message And you know, you know, you know Your soul has just got to move |
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from Albert Collins - Frostbite (2000)
Well, the first thing Monday mornin', I drink black coffee, to clear my head
Yes, every Monday mornin', I drink black coffee, an a-clear my head Because, ev'ry Sunday night without you, baby, it's Blue Monday, you know baby, you know my soul is dead Big Boss Man, I can hear you call my name, yes, Big Boss Man, Big Boss Man Oh, I can hear you call my name You know, I just don't feel like it this mornin', baby, it's a sin, you know ain't it a sin? Hey! I can hear Blue Monday callin', but this old hangover, just won't let me go Yes, I can hear Blue Monday callin', but this old hangover, just won't let me go Yes, but ev'ry time I try to get up, baby, I feel like I'm just goin' down slow |
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Brick baby! That's what I'm gonna throw upside your head
I said now, brick baby, that's what I'm gonna throw upside your head Yeah, you got me so worried, got me talkin' outta my head Yeah, you know I love you and you know my love is true Yeah, I can't understand it, baby, the way you treat me like you do I'm gonna chuck a brick, baby, I'm gonna chuck a brick at you I got a brick, baby, I'm gonna throw it upside your head I said a brick, baby, I'm gonna throw it upside your head Yeah, ya got me so worried, ya got me talkin' outta my head Ah, you know I love ya, yeah, you know my live is true I can't understand it, baby, how you treat me like you do I'm gonna chuck a brick, baby, I'm gonna chuck a brick at you (Oh, I'm gonna chuck this brick right here!) Hey! |
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If one thing in this world
I just can't stand Is bein' at the table wit' an ill-mannered man Now, if he's sittin' on your left Before you could eat a bite He'll reach across your plate An' you know that ain't right Now I like to eat, as well as any man But there's some rules, a fool should understand When ya have one little helpin' An' one extra piece of cake I tell ev'rybody, don't go reachin' across my plate I was at a party last night, at over Big Murray Cat reached 'cross my plate Got a coat sleeve in my gravy I didn't say a word, just looked him dead in the eye He reached across my plate, an' cut him a piece a pie Now I don't care if he did it for a prank I don't care, if you had a drink Especially when I'm out, a-with my date Now don't you go reachin' across my plate At a party last week, there was some high-class folks Ev'rything on the table, an' that ain't no joke They had barbecue possum, rattlesnake gravy Chicken fried skunk, an' it smelt real crazy Ev'rything went fine, but one thing made me blue A cat reached across my plate, for some armadillo3 stew Now when you at the table, you act real nice You say, "pass me that" or "pass me the platter" But just because you hungry, an' happen to come in late Don't you go reachin', across MY plate "Pass some a-that turkey over there, baby!" "No, don't give me none of that skunk, I don't want none a-that" "I, I beg your pardon" "If this cat stop reachin' 'cross my plate, I can maybe ask for somethin'" "A pass me a little a-that turkey there, baby" Na na na na-na-na-na Yeah-heya "Party' nice, party's nice" "Yeah, ah give gimme some a that chicken over there, baby" "Chicken fried skunk? "ah no" |
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I play my music, the only way that I can
Play my music only, only way I can Some people really dig it, some just don't understand I play my music only, only way I can I play my music, play it the only way I can Some people really dig it, some just don't understand I don't play the drums I can't disco dance But I can play the blues Put you in a trance I can play my music, only way I can Some people really dig it Some just don't understand Give my blues song, I'll play it all night long Give me a blues song, I'll play it all night long It may not sound right to you but I know that, that ain't wrong I don't do no country I don't do no jazz I don't do no punk rock That kinda razz-ma-tazz I play my blues song The only way I can Some people really dig it Some just don't understand Ooh-ho, yeah |
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from Albert Collins - Frostbite (2000)
I've got a problem, I say I got a problem
I got a problem people, I've got a problem I got a problem 'bout my woman I got a problem 'bout my wife An' all you, when you see me stand here, two's in my life I know you might be wonderin', did I wreck my life? Well, I got a problem 'bout my woman, ha! I got a problem 'bout my wife Now my wife is number one, my woman is number two My woman would do things for me, that my wife wouldn't do 'Cause I dig my wife, but you understand Sometime it takes two ya'all, to satisfy one man My problem started out When I started messin' 'round with number three She called up my wife, an' told on my woman an' me Now my wife packed up her clothes Went home to her mother My woman went off, an' found another lover I've got a problem, uh, huh! I got a problem with my wife Got a problem with my woman, yeah Got a problem with my wife |
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from Albert Collins - Frostbite (2000)
If you love me like you say
Why you treat me like you do? If you love me like you say, baby Why you treat me like you do? Well I ain't no fool I'm cool, I know the rule Said ya'd never run around Said ya'd never stay out late Said ya'd never run around, baby Said ya'd never stay out late Let me tell ya pretty baby I've got to set ya straight If you love me like ya say Why you treat me like ya do? If you love me like ya say, baby Why you treat me like ya do? Well I ain't no fool I'm cool, I know the rule Hey! Said ya'd never run around Said ya'd never stay out late Said ya'd never run around, baby Said ya'd never stay out late Let me tell ya pretty baby I've got ta set ya straight Why-yi-yi-yi Oh let ya, set ya straight Why-yi-yi-yi I'm cool, I know the rule. |
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from Albert Collins - Frostbite (2000)
Last winter I was in Chicago and the weather was awfully bad
Last winter I was in Chicago, and the weather was awfully bad They say I was stuck in China Town, for the worst winter they ever had "I'm gonna go on right here And see if I can get this truck started right quick" "These old shoes ain't ready for the winter" "Oh, I'm 'bout to fall an' break my neck here in a minute, buddy "See if I can get this key in this door here" "I know it don't lock it, lock, it done froze up on me an'" "Lock it won't act right, it already half-tore up anyhow" "Yeah, I got it now, I'm gon get here an' try to crank this old thing" "An' pat the accelerator a little bit" "Yeah, I almost got it" "Pat the accelerator a little bit more" "It's cold, that wind just whistlin' out there" "Oh it sure cold weather out here" "You get frostbite out here" "Try it one more time" "Ya'all, it ain't gonna start" Yeah, I don't mind a little snow, an' I can handle rain I say, I don't mind a little snow, an' I can handle a little rain Now I don't mind bein' cold but this winter, man it's sure insane "If I go now hit this old gas station, I think I can get me somebody to" "Walk on down the street here, 'bout a block" "See if I can, get somebody to give me a boost off here an' get my battery charged" "Oh man, this stuff is in a mess here!" "I'm gonna fall, break my neck" "Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street" "I'm tryin' to walk here, ya'all runnin' these damn trucks an' cars an' goin' on" "Come on by man" "Oh man, the station is done closed!" Now the gas station was closed, and the snow was eight feet tall Now the gas station had closed, hm, and the snow was eight feet tall The telephone cable was down, an' you couldn't even make a call You couldn't go out for groceries, hm, nobody would deliver to you I said, you couldn't go out for groceries, nobody would deliver to you In a bad situation like that, what in the hell, ya'all, what-a I'm suppose to do? "Yeah, it's a tough winter, I tell ya" "I go back out here one more time an' see if I get this, thing started right here" "Old battery might be done be at the level, I might get it started now" "Besides, I'm about to fall" "Man, I'm gonna tell ya, I'm a, whew!" "Rough, rough here in Chicago!" "Wanna get on back across that desert in Los Angeles, somewhere" "Florida somewhere" "If I can get outta here, I know I'm snowed in" "Try to crank this damn thing one more time" "I think I can get it to crank, I hope so" "Let me see if I can get it cranked" "Pat the accelerator a little bit" "Might get it started, now" "Oh yes, I got that thing together now, boy" "She's kickin' now!" "Yeah" "Yeah, will let her get warmed up" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" |
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from Albert Collins - Cold Snap (2002)
A Good Fool Is Hard To Find
Albert Collins (Houston, Shackleford) Cold Snap Album My baby came home last night And she looked at me real cool She said, "Albert, you ain't nothin' but a overgrown fool, I'm gonna leave you, gonna leave you behind." I said, " Baby I'm gonna tell you, that a good fool is hard to find." Now, baby if you leave me, it would hurt me to my soul I just can't understand why baby, any woman could be so cold But a good fool, a good fool, is hard to find Take a lesson from me baby A good fool is hard to find The last time you left me, I didn't have much to lose You left me with nothin' woman But a pair of thin-sole shoe But a good fool, a good fool is hard to find Take a lesson from me baby A good fool is hard to find Now listen to me baby, I think you should be told When they made yo' daddy Somebody went an broke the mold A good fool, a good fool is hard to find You take the lesson from me woman A good fool is hard to find |
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from Albert Collins - Cold Snap (2002)
If you don't bend you'll have to break
It's good advise but a little too late Nothin' but trouble everywhere I go, yeah What I've been through you never know Got me down on my bendin' knee Weepin' and bendin' like a willow tree I'm not lyin' it's not a fake You can tell by the look on my face Just so much a man can take Sooner or later he's gotta break Yes, I'm down on my bendin' knee Weeping an' bendin' like a willow tree Like a bitter pill that ya have to take I'm beggin' you baby, you say it's too late For goodness sakes please give me a break Just a little more that I can take Got me down on my bendin' knee Weepin' and bendin' like a willow tree |
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from Albert Collins - Cold Snap (2002)
I'm beginnin' to wonder, baby, what's goin' on when I'm not at home
I'm beginnin' to wonder, baby, I know you ain't there all alone Ev'ry time I have to leave you, woman, I wonder who's takin' my place, an' turnin' you on I'm beginnin' to wonder, woman, why I worry ev'ryday I said, I'm beginnin' to wonder, woman, wonder why I feel this way I be home early Tuesday evenin', better hide your part-time man away I'm beginnin' to wonder, woman, why we're wasting all this time I'm beginnin' to wonder, baby, wonder why we didn't see the signs What we did, we've never forgotten, what we had, we left behind |
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from Albert Collins - Cold Snap (2002)
Everyday baby, when the sun go down
I get with my friends, an' I begin to clown I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) Oh man, you know I ain't high (But you're so high) I just take a little bit, now an' then (But you're so high) Now you oughta be 'shamed of yourself (Stay drunk all the time) Oh, c'mon now, you know ya'all get like that Come home last night, all loose Baby get in a fuss, I said, "Honey, hush" I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) I ain't drunk, I done told ya'all I ain't drunk now What ya'all doin' drinkin'? (But you're so high) Actually, I'm just havin' fun, man (But you're so high) What? I know I'm not (Stay drunk all the time) Damn, I don't know why you're all talkin' about me like that! You done the right thing, I want to thank you, too Now, let's have a little drink, just me an' you I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, but I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) Who me? I ain't high man (But you're so high) I don't know why you all talk about me like that (But you're so high) You oughta mind your own business, brother (Stay drunk all the time) You, you oughta watch yourself, too You don't understand what I'm sayin' I want to tip you, baby, before I go I be back tomorrow night an' drink so mo' I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) Oh no, you the one drunk! Look at yo' eyes, man! (But you're so high) Don't you tell my old lady, now! (But you're so high) Well I ain't had but four or five (Stay drunk all the time) Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve |
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from Albert Collins - Cold Snap (2002)
Playin' with my mind babe
Always accusin' me of doin' wrong I say you're playin' with my mind, woman You're always accusin' me of doin' wrong I can see you're lights on baby But I can't see, I can't see nobody home Now here come my mother-in-law It's the same thing ev'ry day Ever since we been married baby She tried to drive me away, yeah Now you're still accusin' me baby Accusin' me of doin' wrong I can see your lights on baby But I can't see, I can't see nobody home When I have to go to work I gotta go to work downtown If I get home a little late baby You say I'm out messin' around Now you're still accusin' me baby Accusin' me of doin' wrong I can see your lights on baby But I can't see, I can't see nobody home |
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from Albert Collins - Cold Snap (2002)
Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two You got me wonderin' baby Who's makin' dirty dishes with you? I get up an' go to work in the mo'nin' I come right home at night When I leave the sink is empty When I come back home She got 'em stacked up out of sight Too many dirty dishes in the sink just for us two Well you got me wonderin' baby, Who's makin' dirty dishes with you? (Spoken: Look at this kitchen! Pots an' pans, ev'rywhere, it's pitiful! Look at all these glasses layin' all up on the sink! Looks like she even had a party up in here, too You wait 'til I see this woman, when she get home That glass over there, got a cigar in it or sump'in I don't smoke no cigar Um, servin' caviar I don't eat no caviar What's wrong with this woman? All these pots in here, gonna run me some water right here Yeah now, you wait 'til I see this woman when she get home Pots 'n pans all stacked up here There's a pot, let me scrap this pot out Oh it's pitiful an' I don't know why this woman come an' have a party When I'm at work Gettin' all this stuff under my fingernails, Run some more water in here Yeah, now I can wash these glasses out, wash them up first Yeah, that's pretty clean now, though Now I got all this, now I gotta work on these pots a little bit more Makes me so mad, I don't know what to do Thought I was her husband, 'stead a maid! Like ol red chili or somethin' all done got dried up on all these pots She never fix me none of this good food! You wait 'til that woman get home, I'm scrappin' all these pots for her) Sings: I've done your dirty dishes How much am I suppose to take? When I left I had corn flakes for breakfast Now there's a bone from a T-bone steak Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two You've got me wonderin' baby Who in the hell is makin' dirty dishes with you? |
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from Albert Collins - Live In Japan [live] (2003)
When you told me it was all over, babe
You thought all I ever was, was through, (ooooh!) When you told me it was all over, babe Thought all I ever was through (oh yeah!) I had three more irons in the fire Sorry, but I forgot to tell you One more thing I'd like to tell you right now, uh-huh You thought I'd be hurt when you left me babe But I found another friend, (oooh!) Yeah, you thought I'd be hurt when you left me babe Well, I found another friend, (found me somebody else) But sometimes what you lose, Is nothing compared to what you win (I'm gonna feel alright now) A good man may fall, babe (oh yeah) but ya get back on your feet (Yeah, I know, I know, I know) You know, you know, a good man may fall, babe Ya know ya get back on your feet Yes I've got a good thing goin' now, woman (got a good thing goin' now) Oh the future look good to me (future look so good to me) alright |
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from Albert Collins - Live In Japan [live] (2003)
If trouble was money, I'd swear I'd be a millionaire
If trouble was money, babe, I'd swear I'd be a millionaire For you I'd buy the whole world, woman, I'd buy the whole world and have money to spare, yeah Worry, worry, worry, worry, babe, I had worries on my mind, yeah I said, worry, worry, worry, worry, woman, I had worries all my life, yeah yeah You know times is hard, baby, I swear, I won't tell you know lie My mother used to tell me, she said, "Son, there gonna be days, gonna be days like this" My mother used to tell me, she said, "Son, there gonna be days, it's gonna be days, be days like this" She said, "I always want you to be a winner", she said, "Son, I don't want you to quit" |
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from Albert Collins - Live In Japan [live] (2003)
You can look at my woman, but man, you better not touch
You can look at my woman, man, you better not touch 'Cause I'm a jealous man, an' I'm crazy 'bout my baby, too much When I go to play, I gotta lock her in a room at night When I go to play, I have to lock her in a room at night If ya touch that woman, you're gonna make me start a fight Now I crazy 'bout my baby Crazy 'bout my baby Crazy 'bout my baby Crazy 'bout my baby I'm crazy 'bout my baby Crazy 'bout my baby Now I'm a jealous man An' I'm crazy 'bout my baby too much When I go to play, I gotta lock her in a room at night, say what? When I go to play, I have to lock her in a room at night, say what, say what? If ya ever touch that woman, You're gonna make me start a fight An' I'm crazy 'bout my baby Crazy 'bout my baby I'm crazy bout' my baby Crazy 'bout my baby I'm crazy 'bout my baby Crazy 'bout my baby Now I'm a jealous man An' I'm crazy 'bout my baby too much Crazy 'bout my baby, too much! |
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from Albert Collins - Live In Japan [live] (2003)
I'm talkin' about Houston, Texas by the way of L.A. California
We call this young man, The Master of The Telecaster, The Razor Wavin' Man, because he cuts so down deep into your soul Ladies and Gentlemen, why don't you please welcome to the grandstand, Chicago Alligator, recording star, I'm talkin' about none other than, Mr. Albert, "Frozen Alive" Collins! You seem alright, let me hear ya say "yeah" Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ain't nothin' but the blues! |
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They call it stormy Monday thank you!
Tuesday's just as bad Look out Les, this goin' out to you, Les And they call it stormy Monday Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse Thursday, oh so sad, yeah Yeah, that eagle flies on Friday, an' Saturday I go out to play Yes, that eagle flies on Friday, an' Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, I do get on my knees an' pray Yeah! The sun rise in the East, and it sets up in the West Yeah, the sun rise in the East, baby, and it sets up in the West, yeah It's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, which one of my love, that I love best |
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from Albert Collins - Live In Japan [live] (2003)
I'm a tired man
I ain't got time to play Yeah ya know, I'm a tired man, tired man You know I ain't got time to play You know I'll always love ya baby You know I'll love you ev'ry night and ev'ry night and ev'ry day I have to fix my breakfast and dinner, baby I have to do it ev'ry day Yes, I'm gonna fix my breakfast and dinner, woman I have to do it ev'ry day When I come home from work You know I got to watch your, watch your T.V. play I'm a tired man You know I ain't got time to play Yeah, you know I'm a tired man, tired man, tired man I ain't got time to play I want you to know I'm still lovin' you baby Ev'ry night and ev'ry day |
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from Albert Collins - Deluxe Edition (2003)
I always live by the, golden rule
Whatever happens, ha, don't blow your cool! You gotta have nerves of steel And never show folks how you, honestly feel I lived all my life this way, ha For example, take yesterday: I breeze home happy bringin' her my pay Her note read ...so long savvy, I haven't gone away! An' I threw myself down across our empty bed An' this is what I said: Ooo shhhhiiiii ooow ooow ooow What? Oh what are you gonna do with me? Ooo wow uh But I was cool! So I "one for the roaded" at a all night bar I wound up so loaded, I tore up my car The judge threw the book at me, An' when I read, the sentence there, I said: "Oow! Please oooow ooow, please I got to know, I got to know What? what went wrong? I don't underst... I oh a, But I was cool! So I said she's the only one, that I have to pay And I found her an' pulled my gun, an' fired point blank The shot whistled right past that woman's head An' I killed my hound dog, dead! Oooooow, ruff ruff, rrr, rrr, rrr, rur, rur, rur As they carried me away I was overheard to say, "Be cool, be cool, stay cool, be cool!" |
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Everyday baby, when the sun go down
I get with my friends, an' I begin to clown I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) Oh man, you know I ain't high (But you're so high) I just take a little bit, now an' then (But you're so high) Now you oughta be 'shamed of yourself (Stay drunk all the time) Oh, c'mon now, you know ya'all get like that Come home last night, all loose Baby get in a fuss, I said, "Honey, hush" I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) I ain't drunk, I done told ya'all I ain't drunk now What ya'all doin' drinkin'? (But you're so high) Actually, I'm just havin' fun, man (But you're so high) What? I know I'm not (Stay drunk all the time) Damn, I don't know why you're all talkin' about me like that! You done the right thing, I want to thank you, too Now, let's have a little drink, just me an' you I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, but I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) Who me? I ain't high man (But you're so high) I don't know why you all talk about me like that (But you're so high) You oughta mind your own business, brother (Stay drunk all the time) You, you oughta watch yourself, too You don't understand what I'm sayin' I want to tip you, baby, before I go I be back tomorrow night an' drink so mo' I don't care, what the people are thinkin' I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin' (But you're so high) Oh no, you the one drunk! Look at yo' eyes, man! (But you're so high) Don't you tell my old lady, now! (But you're so high) Well I ain't had but four or five (Stay drunk all the time) Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve |
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from Albert Collins - Deluxe Edition (2003)
If trouble was money, I'd swear I'd be a millionaire
If trouble was money, babe, I'd swear I'd be a millionaire For you I'd buy the whole world, woman, I'd buy the whole world and have money to spare, yeah Worry, worry, worry, worry, babe, I had worries on my mind, yeah I said, worry, worry, worry, worry, woman, I had worries all my life, yeah yeah You know times is hard, baby, I swear, I won't tell you know lie My mother used to tell me, she said, "Son, there gonna be days, gonna be days like this" My mother used to tell me, she said, "Son, there gonna be days, it's gonna be days, be days like this" She said, "I always want you to be a winner", she said, "Son, I don't want you to quit" |
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from Albert Collins - Deluxe Edition (2003)
If you love me like you say
Why you treat me like you do? If you love me like you say, baby Why you treat me like you do? Well I ain't no fool I'm cool, I know the rule Said ya'd never run around Said ya'd never stay out late Said ya'd never run around, baby Said ya'd never stay out late Let me tell ya pretty baby I've got to set ya straight If you love me like ya say Why you treat me like ya do? If you love me like ya say, baby Why you treat me like ya do? Well I ain't no fool I'm cool, I know the rule Hey! Said ya'd never run around Said ya'd never stay out late Said ya'd never run around, baby Said ya'd never stay out late Let me tell ya pretty baby I've got ta set ya straight Why-yi-yi-yi Oh let ya, set ya straight Why-yi-yi-yi I'm cool, I know the rule. |
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from Albert Collins - Deluxe Edition (2003)
(Sax intro by Jon Smith)
I got my wife a charge card Just the other day I owe five hundred dollars Just for yesterday I said, "Honey, here's a present Go out and shop around, buy you a couple a-dresses, browse around downtown" She did just what I told her Bought one, two, three Came home lookin' silly Makin' goo-goo eyes at me Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Oh yeah, charge it! Said, "Did you get your dress?" "Yes, one or two" I needed me some shoes, I needed some jewelry, too" Two hundred dollar dresses I could-a made, I can't sew It made me so mad I could call her a so and so Mastercharge, I'll break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Oh yeah, charge it for me, charge it, baby! Hey! Ow! For one-a that gal's dresses, yeah I paid one and a half I'm so mad, I just had to laugh I could see in my mind On a horse like Paul Revere Hate to check my mail boxes 'Cause these bills keep comin' here Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Mastercharge, break an' bury her card Oh, let's charge it! "Oh, don't get too much on the bill, dear" ("Oh, I put five hundred dollars already, baby") "Yeah, but I know, but I'm-a, you know that, that, that, 18% is killin' me!" "Yeah, I understand darlin', but I know you wanna charge it an' everything but, yeah, darlin' " ("They have 'American Express") "But, wait a minute, man, I, I told ya to take that Master Card with ya And take one wit' ya and leave one at home "But you look good in them blue jeans, though" ("Yeah, I understand about dresses") Yeah, they got 'em on sale up there, upside the wall, there" "Fifteen dollars, man, on sale darlin', here, let me look for ya" "I'm gonna bet you, be struttin' down the street in them blue jeans, haha" "Yeah, but you can even wear them dresses on the weekend" "Yeah, I hear ya baby, well charge it then baby, that's alright, yeah" ("I have a Visa"!) "What"? (heh, heh) "Give me the scissors, I'm gonna cut 'em up" Well, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, you!" "Yeah I know, darlin', I am" ("Charge it") "Here, go on charge, darlin' " "I'm guilty callin' em, I know you're gonna charge it anyway" "Ooh, I know you gonna look good in them blue jeans You look like you been poured in 'em"! (Fading) Oh, charge it baby! Yeah, I see you later on, an' hour I'm gone to work here, n' when I come back I wanna see you with them jeans on, baby Yeah, love her, yeah, you look good baby Yeah, I know, I know... (fades out to end) |
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Let your hair down, baby, let's have a nat'ural ball
Let your hair down, baby, let's have a nat'ural ball If you don't let your hair down, woman, we can't have no fun at all Oh, and you can't take it wit' you, that's one thing for sure Oh, and you can't take it wit' you, that's one thing for sure There ain't nothin' in the world, that a T-Bone shuffle won't cure Come here baby, sit down on your daddy's knee Come here baby, sit down on your daddy's knee I've got somethin' pretty baby, somethin' that's ailin' me |
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from Albert Collins - Deluxe Edition (2003)
I layed down last night, too tired to wait
I had a chill this mornin', too tired to shake I got a good poker hand, too tired to win I could hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in I'm tired, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tired Too tired, too tired for anything Too tired to walk, too tired to run I can hear my baby callin', too tired, too tired Too tired, yes I'm tired I'm tired, too tired for anything I'm tired of prosperity, tired of luck Sittin' on a pin, I'm too tired to get up I'm tired, I declare, I declare, I'm tired Too tired, tired, too tired for anything I'm tired, baby! Hey! |
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Now what you gonna do, when the welfare turn it's back on you?
Now what you gonna do-hoo-hoo-hoo, when the welfare turn it's back on you Now, you be standin' there stranded, there's ain't a thing that you can do Now you look all through your house, yes, you can't, find a piece of bread Now you look all through your hou-hou-house, yeah, you can't find a piece of bread Sometime you begin to wonder, if you be better off, better off, dead You go down to the welfare Give 'em one, two report Something they sellin' you Will surely get your goat If you tell 'em you sick You better have a bad cough 'Cause if you don't They be ready to throw you off What you gonna do, when the welfare turns it's back on you? You be standin' there stranded, There ain't a thing, there ain't a thing you There ain't a thing-hing-hing-hing-hing, that you can do |
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You've been runnin' in the streets again, but I'd never had a hand on you
I've been a better man this year, than all the men that you've been through Don't mistake kindness for weakness, 'cause a little girl, only a fool would stay with you I tried so hard to please you babe, I've even turned your lies to truth I said I tried so hard to please you baby, I turned your lies to truth But when you said were my baby, I think I got to ask you for more proof Don't mistake kindness for weakness, 'cause your chicken has come to roost I said don't mistake kindness for weakness, baby, your chicken done come to roost I think another man would be a fool, to try to hang around with you I'm all done Mister Nice Guy but I ain't playin' around with your rules If you think that's liquor talkin', you better try an' get on back to school So mistake kindness for weakness, woman you done used up your, your last fool |
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from Albert Collins - Iceman (2003)
Here she come, yeah, with that head rag on
There she go, yeah, with that head rag on Here she come, with that head rag on If you're walkin' down the street, wavin', ev'rybody see me Sayin' "hello there", walkin' in her stockin' feet Here she comes, ooo, with that head rag on Stayin' out all night long Talkin' 'bout anything Doin' ev'rything wrong, girl, oh oh Here she come, yeah, that head rag on There she goes, yeah yeah, with her head rag on Here she come, with that head rag on Eeow! |
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from Albert Collins - Iceman (2003)
I'm beginnin' to wonder, baby.
What's goin' on when I'm not at home? I'm beginnin' to wonder, baby. I know you ain't there all alone. Ev'ry time I have to leave you, woman. I wonder who's takin' my place, an' turnin' you on. I'm beginnin' to wonder, woman Why I worry ev'ryday. I said, I'm beginnin' to wonder, woman Wonder why I feel this way. I be home early Tuesday evenin'. Better hide your part-time man, away. I'm beginnin' to wonder, woman. Why we wasted all this time. I'm beginnin' to wonder, baby. Wonder why we didn't see the signs? What we did, we've now forgotten. What we had, we left behind. |
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from Albert Collins - Iceman (2003)
I'm your iceman, baby, ain't here to cool you down
Yes I'm your iceman, ladies, you'll always know when I'm around I left Leona, Texas, to heat this coolest place in town Gonna play this old guitar, mix up some fire with my ice Yes, I'm gonna play this old guitar, light your fire with my ice Sometimes it sounds so good to me, I just might play it twice I'm your iceman, baby, call me Al, if you please I'm your iceman, baby, I'm so hot I'll probably freeze I'm gonna whip up a twister, turn tornados to a breeze Yes, I'm your iceman, baby Yes, I'm your iceman, people, fixin' fire with my ice I'm your iceman, ladies, I make it hot an' chill it right If you follow my instructions, my ice will last all night |
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