Тексты Paul Black

Moo Goo
Malted Milk
The Last Time
Murder My Baby
(Makes Her Point) The Hard Way
G-Baby
Factory Girl
Cross Eyed Baby
Honeymoon Blues
The Fixer
Dead Shrimp Blues
Paulie's Little Nightmare

Moo Goo
(Written by Paul Black)

Shirley chase the monkey up the moo-goo tree
Monkey look as foolish as any monkey can be
Yeah baby yeah
Yeah baby, you know that ain't no way to be

Twenty dollar Jackson all crisp and new
Won't buy you nothin' you say "only Grant will do"
Yeah baby yeah
Yeah baby, you know that ain't no way to be

You come in here walkin' all sweet and low
But a monkey dressed in silk is still just some monkey you know
Yeah baby yeah
Yeah baby, you know that ain't no way to be

You're the kind to go and pawn a wedding ring
To the likes of you it don't mean a doggone thing
Yeah baby yeah
Yeah baby, you know that ain't no way to be

Now pump up that pretty little pompadour
And slide your smart ass out the door
What on earth are you livin' for
Man! You act just fails us
I can see you ain't never worked one day in your life
Oh man it's a mystery

Shirley chase the monkey up the moo-goo tree
Monkey look as foolish as any monkey can be
Yeah baby yeah
Yeah baby, you know that ain't no way to be
Yeah baby, you know that ain't no way to be

Malted Milk
(Written by Robert Johnson, arranged by Paul Black and J.Alexander)

I keep drinkin' malted milk
    tryin' to drive my blues away
I keep drinkin' malted milk
    tryin' to drive my blues away
Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin'
    as the flowers is in May
Malted milk, malted milk
    keep rushin' to my head
Malted milk, malted milk
    keep rushin' to my head
And I have a funny, funny feelin'
    and I'm talkin' all out my head
Baby, fix me one more drink
    and hug your daddy one more time
Baby, fix me one more drink
    and hug your daddy one more time
Keep on stirrin' in my malted milk, mama
    until I change my mind
My doorknob keeps on turnin'
    it must be spooks around my bed
My doorknob keeps on turnin'
    must be spooks around my bed
I have a warm, old feelin'
    and the hair risin' on my head

The Last Time
(Written by Keith Richard and Mick Jagger, arranged by Paul Black)

Well I told you once and I told you twiceight.
But ya never listen to my advice goin' right.
You don't try very hard to please me
With what you know it should be easy

Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I don't know. Oh no. Oh no.

Well, I'm sorry girl but I can't stay
Feelin' like I do today
It's too much pain and too much sorrow
Guess I'll feel the same tomorrow

Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I don't know. Oh no. Oh no.

Well I told you once and I told you twice
That someone will have to pay the price
But here's a chance to change your mind
Cuz I'll be gone a long, long time

Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I don't know. Oh no. Oh no.
Well, this could be the last time

Murder My Baby
(Written by Pat Hare)

(Makes Her Point) The Hard Way
(Written by Paul Black)

When I'd come home, she'd be waiting on the back porch
With a rolling pin or a pitchfork...fixin' for a fight

Pistol's missin' from the dresser drawer
There's gonna be a crap shoot for sure
And she makes her point the hard way
Yes! She makes her point the hard way
I may never see the light of day
If baby makes her point the hard way

She's just been playing at bein' my ever lovin' woman
Just mad about murdering her man
And she makes her point the hard way
Ah Yes! She makes her point the hard way
I may never see the light of day
If baby makes her point, the hard way. Yeah!

Cold steel retribution, gettin' ever once and for all
And she makes her point the hard way
Ah Yes! She makes her point the hard way
Uh, I go slippin' slowly into my grave
Oh Yeah! I made her point the hard way

Oh, I'm such a fool, I shoulda seen it comin'
Now there ain't no place to run
And there ain't no place to hide

G-Baby
(Written by Paul Black and Jerry Alexander)

Well it's G Baby, or whatever
It's G Baby, or whatever
It ain't B flat, hey it don't go like that
Cause it's G

Said it's G Baby, or whatever
It's G Baby, or whatever
It ain't B flat, baby ain't never going to be,
cause it's G. Yes it's G

It's G Baby, or whatever
Yes it's G Baby, or whatever
It ain't B flat, no it don't go like that
Cause it's G, cause it's G

It's G
It's G baby
Yes G
That's this old key
Said it's G
That's right

G
G

Factory Girl
(Written by Keith Richard and Mick Jagger)

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

Cross Eyed Baby
(Written by Paul Black and John Tubbs)

My Crosseye Baby, make me jump and shout
Shakes the wise man in me - make me fool roll out
She's my four leaf clover, Good Luck Mystery Ju-Ju Root
My solid seven roller - my old wore out rabbits foot

I know she's seein' double - she gets twice my lovin' time

She's got a loopy line of vision - she can see what is and isn't

She can see around corners - steers the way for me
She can tell my future - like a walkin' time machine
Couldn't go on out without her, Boys, I'm afraid to die
She's my last lovin' chance - to leave this world behind

She cross both sets of fingers, spin around and hop
Close those gorgeouse goggle eyes, cast a spell on top
I find I'm in a painless position, all in a mystified condition
I'm lost but it's deeply pleasin', seriously sweet and easin'

She's the craziest thing - Aw! Man! I'd ever seen

I know she's seein' double - twice my lovin' doubles all in beetween

She can see around corners - clears the way for me
She can tell my future - like a walkin' time machine
I couldn't go on without her - Now I'm afraid to die
She's my last shot in this here world - to leave this world alive

Aw, My Crosseye Baby

Honeymoon Blues
(Written by Robert Johnson, arranged by Paul Black)

Betty Mae, Betty Mae
    you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae
    you shall be my wife someday
I wants a little sweet girl
    that will do anything that I say
Betty Mae, you is my heartstring
    you is my destiny
Betty Mae, you is my heartstring
    you is my destiny
And you rolls dacross my mind
    baby, each and every day
Li'l girl, li'l girl
    my life seem so misery
Hmm hmm-mmm, little girl
    my life seem so misery
Baby, I guess it must be love, now
    hoom-mmm, Lord, that's takin' effect on me
Some day I will return
    with the marriage license in my hand
Some day I will return
    hoo hoo, 'th a marriage license in my hand
I'm 'on' take you for a honeymoon
    in some long, long distant land

The Fixer
(Written by Willie Mabon, arranged by Paul Black Salem)

Dead Shrimp Blues
(Written by Robert Johnson, arranged by Paul Black)

I woke up this mornin'-nnn
    and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh
    all my shrimps was dead and gone
I was thinkin' about you, baby
    why you hear me weep and moan
I got dead shrimps here
    someone is fishin' in my pond
I got dead shrimps he'-ooh
    someone fishin' in my pond
I've served my best bait, baby
    and I can't do that no harm
Keverything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out
Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out
Everything I do
    you got your mouth stuck out
At the hole where I used to fish, baby
    you've got me posted out
I got dead shrimps here, 'n'
    someone fishin' in my pond
I got dead shrimps here
    someone fishin' in my pond
Catchin' my goggle-eye perches
    and they barbecuin' the bone
Now you take my shrimp, baby
    you know you turned me down
I couldn't do nothin' until I got myself unwound
You taken my shrimp
    ohh, know you turned me down
Babe, I couldn't do nothin'
    until I got myself unwound

Paulie's Little Nightmare
(Written by Paul Black)

Sounds like thunder, Feel like rain
Coal black feelin' creepin' up on me again

Sounds like thunder, looks like rain
Coal black feelin' creepin' up on me again

Can't find no comfort, and there's no escape
Now I ain't nothin' but that ... woman's pitchfork bait

Lightnin' flash reveals my future
Phantom ridin' on a hell-bound train

Lightnin' flash reveals my future
Phantom ridin' on a hell-bound train

She's the demon throwin' down the throttle
Rattlin' through that white-hot rain

And spooks fall by the dozens
Screamin' through the steamin' cracks in hell

And spooks fall by the dozens
Ramblin' through the great gates of hell

And can't you hear them tollin' bells
Can't you hear them tollin' bells

Look like thunder, Feel like rain
Crow black feelin' creepin' up on me again

Look like thunder, Feel like rain
Crow black feelin' rubbin' on me again

Flashin' fiery toward the gates
Now, can't you hear them
Can't you hear them tollin' bells

Hear them tollin' bells
Hear them tollin' bells