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by Ed Young / Lonny Young
recording of 1995 resp. 1998
from Handful
Of Blues (Blue Thumb 7004) &
The
Authorized Bootleg (Blue Thumb
7013), copyright
notice
Buy you a Chevrolet
Buy you a Chevrolet
Buy you a Chevrolet
Just do somthin' for you
Just do somthin' for you
Buy you a diamond ring
Buy you a diamond ring
Buy you a diamond ring
Just do somthin' for you
Just do somethin for you
Build you a house and home
Build you a house and home
Build you a house and home
Buy you a Chevrolet
Buy you a Chevrolet
Buy you a Chevrolet
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by Bennie
Benjamin / Sal Marcus / Gloria
Caldwell
recording of 1995
from Handful
Of Blues (Blue Thumb 7004),
copyright
notice
Baby, do you understand me now, sometimes I feel a little
mad
And don't you know that no one alive can always be an
angel
when things go wrong your bound to see the bad
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh no, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby sometimes I'm so carefree with a joy that's hard to
hide
And then sometimes it seems all I have to do is worry
and then you're bound to see the other side
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh no, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem mean to you, I want you to know
that I never mean to take it out on you
'Cause life has it's problems and I get my share
and that's one thing that I never mean to do, 'cause I love
you
Oh oh baby, don't you know I'm human
I have faults just like any other one
And sometimes I find myself alone and regretting
some foolish little sinful thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh no, please don't let me be misunderstood
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by J. Greene
recording of 1998
from The
Authorized Bootleg (Blue Thumb
7013), copyright
notice
Don't let the sun catch you crying,
crying at my front door
You done your daddy dirty
and he don't want you around here no more
Don't let the sun catch you crying,
lying at my back door
You done your daddy dirty
and he don't want you around here no more
You can cry, cry , cry
Yes, and baby, you can wail
Beat your head on the pavement
Hey, till the man come,
land you in jail
Don't let the sun catch you crying,
lying at my back door
You done your daddy dirty
and he don't want you around here no more
You can cry, cry , cry
Yes, and baby, you can wail
Beat your head on the pavement
Hey, till the man come,
land you in jail
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by Robben
Ford
recording of 1995
from Handful
Of Blues (Blue Thumb 7004),
copyright
notice
You cover your senses
You cover your eyes
You tell your self lies
It's not a good thing to do to yourself
Your looking so lonely
Your looking too thin
I can see your depression, see it settin in
It's not a good thing to do to yourself
I took a walk to the river, I watched the ships roll in and
I thought of you driftin' like you do
Nobody's gonna save you from that life you lead but some
body's waiting
So open your heart babe, open your mind and open your soul,
yeah
Leave the past behind, it'd be a good thing to do for
yourself
I took a walk to the mountain
I watched the birds fly high and I thought of you locked
inside yourself
Nobody's gonna free you from that cage your in but some
body's waiting
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He
Don't Play Nothin' But The Blues
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by Robben
Ford
recording of 1993
from Mystic
Mile (Stretch STD-1107),
copyright
notice
Met a young man up in New York City,
don't carry a cap or a cane
Just an old guitar that he got from his daddy,
he showed him a little to play
He got family down in Texas,
spent time in New Orleans
Went his own way learnin' to play what he choose,
he don't play nothin' but the blues
People say that he was born like that,
playin' ever since he was 10
Got a funky sound and a funky way of talkin',
it's all the same to him
When he shows up you know he's gonna get down,
nobody's goin' nowhere
'Cause he'll blow your mind playin' just what he choose,
he don't play nothin' but the blues
Now play it!
Met a young man up in New York City,
don't carry a cap or a cane
Just an old guitar that he got from his daddy,
he showed him a little to play
He got family down in Texas,
spent time in New Orleans
Went his own way learnin' to play what he choose,
he don't play nothin' but the blues
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by C. Singleton
recording of 1998
from The
Authorized Bootleg (Blue Thumb
7013), copyright
notice
Help the poor
Won't you help poor me
Have a heart baby, won't you, baby
Listen to my plea
Need all your love
I need your care
I need all of the love
You can spare
Help the poor
Help poor me
Say you will
Say you'll help me on
I can't make it no further
This way alone
Lost all my courage
When I found you
Got what I needed
To see me through
Help the poor
Help poor me
You're my inspiration
You can make me a king
If you don't come to my rescue
I'll never be anything
Help the poor
Help poor me
Have a heart baby, won't you, baby
Listen to my plea
Need all your love
I need your care
I need all of the love
You can spare
Help the poor
Help poor me
Help the poor
Won't you help poor me
Have a heart baby, won't you, baby
Listen to my plea
Need all your love
I need your care
I need all of the love
You can spare
Help the poor
Help poor me
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by John
Hiatt
recording of 1992
from Robben
Ford & The Blue Line (Stretch
STD-1102), copyright
notice
I'm a real man, got some real guitar I'm a real man,
I don't even know where the boys are
I don't mean to frighten you little girl 'cause you're so
sweet and nice
I don't need to tell you twice
I'm a real man I got to rock like a real man
Don't get no shock from that elevator music in your computer
program
How'd you like to rock with a real man
Real man baby,
I ain't lyin' just thirty-one years old now and I don't mind
dying you can put the voodoo
on me
Girl ain't nothin' I can't dodge check out this Lincoln in
my garage kids these days, talkin' about
These young folks they're just about as wild as Pollyanna
after she growed up man,
after a hard day in the coal
Mine, I sure don't want to live just about as dangerous as a
junior executive
I'm a real man
I got to rock like a real man
Don't get no shock from that elevator music in your computer
program
How'd you like to rock with a real man
Every dollar I earn, I turn around and I burn and if I land
in jail,
I know a whole lot of women willing to pay my
Bail you might think I'm just some fool on a boast
But people are already talkin' now from coast to coast
this
Ain't Dan Rather talking, I ain't no president's son but I
know how to have my fun
I'm a real man
I got to rock like a real man
Don't get no shock from that elevator music in your computer
program
How'd you like to rock with a real man
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by Willie
Dixon
recording of 1993
from Mystic
Mile (Stretch STD-1107),
copyright
notice
Better listen to me, hear what I say
You want to hold my hand, baby squeeze it this way
Baby I don't play and I'll be your man one day
Don't you play it so cool, like you still in school
'Cause when you play with me, now I forget the rules
Baby I don't play and I'll be your man one day
Baby you're so young but you sure are bold
I know this can't be love but it sure might go
Hey baby, I don't play and I'll be your man one day
Hate to see you like this, sure are fine
A pretty girl like you, make me change my mind
Hey baby, I don't play and I'll be your man one day
I hate to see you like this, baby you're so fine
A pretty girl like you, make me change my mind
Hey baby, I don't play and I'll be your man one day
Baby, I don't play and I'll be your man one day
Hey!
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I
Just Want To Make Love To You
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by Willie
Dixon
recording of 1995
from Handful
Of Blues (Blue Thumb 7004),
copyright
notice
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
I don't want you to be true
I just want to make love to you
I don't want you to wash my clothes
I don't want you to keep my home
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you
Well I can see by the way that you switch and walk
And I can tell by the way that you baby talk
And I know by the way that you treat your man
I wanna love you baby, it's a cryin' shame
I don't want you to bake my bread
I don't want you to make my bed
I don't want you cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you
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