I Am The Blues
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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Willie Dixon