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[miles]

CROSSROADS

Robert Johnson (1936)

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
Asked the Lord above for mercy, "Save me if you please."

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.

I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside.

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down.

 

[miles]

Melissa - Greg Allman

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the Gypsy's name

No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...

Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
or will his spirit roll away?

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.

Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa

 

[Todd]

I am not allowed cause i go post crazy on lyric hreads,

thanks for the offer though

 

[modest mouse]

great line

I am not gonna hunt around for the exact lyric but it goes something like this.....

Baby please come home
U ran away with my garbage man
and the garbage is piling up


.....nice little twist to what is a traditional blues lament up to that point, until he reveals he doesnt miss her at all(or so he says)

The lyric is by Muddy Waters, I have it both electric and acoustic, always buts that smile on my face that I find after a good song.

 

[miles]

mouseman

Garbage Man - Muddy Waters

My baby
Ran away with the garbage man
My baby
She ran away with the garbage man
Oh I need you so bad baby
So you can empty my garbage can

I don't know where she's been
I don't know where she's goin'
I don't know where she's been
I don't even know where she's goin'
Please come back to me baby
My garbage can is overflowin'

My baby
She ran away with all my hard earned cash
My baby
Ran away with all my hard earned cash
I don't need the money all that bad
I just need someone to empty my trash

My baby
Ran away with the garbage man
My baby
She ran away with the garbage man
Oh I need you so bad honey
So you can empty my garbage can

My baby
She ran away with the garbage man
My baby
She ran away with the garbage man
I need you so bad
So you can empty my garbage can

 

[modest mouse]

u r the shit miles

Hey...thanks for putting up the lyrics, in like record time.

Do you have a good site for lyrics or you just dive through a google search...or u just a Bad Ass blues man?

 

[Demian]

???????You

Too Much to Be just my Own...
Tell me wut I don't Know
Blah, blah, blah

I am not here to be You

Blah, blah, blah
Your Mom iz so sure
Your dad iz Going to Kick
Your Ass

So you pick up a guitar
Man, MTV will never be the Same
See Ya Somewhere

 

[miles]

Statesboro Blues
Blind Willie McTell - 1929

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.

I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too.

Well my momma died and left me
My poppa died and left me
I ain't god lookin' baby
But somewhere I'm sweet and kind

I'm goin' to the country, baby do you want to go
If you can't make it baby, your sister Lucile said she wanna go
(and I sure will take her).

I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
She treats me like a king, I treat her like a dog gone queen.

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.

 

[Rubyfruit]

Grover Washington, Jr.

The Best is Yet to Come, with Patti Labelle.

Searching for lyrics with no luck so far.

Ruby

 

[RisiaSkye]

from "Lie to Me" by Jonny Lang

Lie to me
tell me everything is alright
Lie to me
tell me that you'll stay here tonight.

Tell me that you'll never leave
Oh, I'll just try to make believe
that everything you're telling me is true
Lie to me, go ahead and lie to me

from "Mama, you've got a daughter" by John Lee Hooker

Well mama, mama, talk to your daughter for me
Mama, mama talk to your daughter for me
Tell your daughter I love her
and I'll do anything I can.
Tell your daughter I love her
love her till the day I die.

I love that woman
I'm crazy about your daughter
And I'll wait for your daughter.
Tell me what I'll do?

from "Good Morning, Heartache" performed by Billie Holiday

Good morning heartache
you old, gloomy sight
Good morning heartache
thought we said goodbye last night.


I can't even get started on B.B. King, or I'll be on this thread all day.

 

[Shy Tall Guy]

"Steamroller" by James Taylor

Well, I'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues

Well, I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk

Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if I can't have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case steamroller blues

 

[Shy Tall Guy]

Re: "Steamroller" by James Taylor

Or the live version:

Well, I'm a steamroller, baby
I'm gonna roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller for your love baby
I'd like nothin' better than to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues

Well, I'm a... well I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yeah, I'm a cement mixer for ya, baby
A churning urn of burning funk - god damn right baby!
Well, I'm a demolition derby baby (huh)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk

*Insert a good lick of piano and guitar here*

Well, I'm a napalm bomb for you baby
Stone guaranteed to blow your mind
I'm a napalm bomb for you, man
Got to tell one more time,
to sit down, stand up, go home - back to LA
Stone, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind mama (yeah)
And if I can't have your love for my own
to take home and keep me warm
there won't be nothin left behind

Bookin' on, bookin on, boys
I just don't seem to can't lose this here low down
nowhere, half life, feeze dried, fat fried,
chicken chokin, motherfuckin {something I couldn't make out}

Roll on mother I've got those steamroller blues....

Not the best transcription, but the live version is better.

 

[ExLimey]

Story of my life...

I believe it was originally BB King, but the line is:

If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all.

 

[beckbabe]

Champagne & Reefer

Give me champagne when I'm thirsty
Give me reefer when I want to get high
Give me champagne when I'm thirsty
Give me reefer when I wanna' get high
Lord when I get to be lonely
Take my woman sittin' right by my side

Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I wanna' get high
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I wanna' get high
Lord you know when I get lonely
Bring my woman sittin' by my side

Well there should not be a law
If a man wanna' smoke a little dope
Yeah, there shouldn't be law
If people wanna' smoke a little dope
(Especially on their own time)
'Cause you know it's good for your health
Relax your body don't ya' know

Can I play?

Do you wanna get high?
Do you wanna get high?
Do you wanna get high?
High
Do you wanna get high?
High
Do you wanna get high?
High
High, high, high

I wanna get high, high, high
I wanna get high sure as my name
I'm gonna get high sure enough this morning
Or you know it's gonna be a crying shame
You know I'm gonna stick with my reefer
Ain't gonna be messin' around with no cocaine

Ain't got no business with that
But I still wanna get high
Let me live my life the way I want to
Ain't nothin' wrong with that baby

You know I'm gonna stick with my reefer
Ain't gonna be messin' around with no cocaine

~Muddy Waters 1981

 

[miles]

beck-ee ba-bee

I live to serve you.

 

[miles]

RisiaSkye

I want to take your lips home to meet my Mama.

Play da blues, baby.

 

[miles]

OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

I Need A Little Sugar In My Bowl

Recorded by Bessie Smith

by Brymn / Small / Williams
recording of November 20 1931


Tired of bein' lonely, tired of bein' blue,
I wished I had some good man, to tell my troubles to
Seem like the whole world's wrong, since my man's been gone

I need a little sugar in my bowl,
I need a little hot dog, on my roll
I can stand a bit of lovin', oh so bad,
I feel so funny, I feel so sad
I need a little steam-heat, on my floor,
Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go
What's the matter, hard papa, come on and save you mama's soul
'Cause I need a little sugar, in my bowl, doggone it,
I need a little sugar in my bowl

I need a little sugar, in my bowl,
I need a little hot dog, between my rolls
You gettin' different, I've been told,
move your finger, drop something in my bowl
I need a little steam-heat on my floor,
Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go

(spoken: Get off your knees, I can't see what you're drivin' at!
It's dark down there!
Looks like a snake! C'mon here and drop somethin' here in my bowl,
stop your foolin', and drop somethin', in my bowl)

 

[miles]

There was some serious fuckin' goin on back then....

You've Got To Give Me Some



by Spencer Williams
recording of 1929

Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave
You gotta give me some, yes give me some
Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me some

Said mister Jones to old butcher Pete,
I want a piece of your good old meat
You gotta give me some, oh give me some
I crave your round steak, you gotta give me some

Sweet as candy in a candy shop
Is just your sweet sweet lollipop
You gotta give me some, please give me some
I love all day suckers, you gotta give me some

To the milkman I heard Mary scream
Said she wanted a lots of cream
You gotta give me some, oh give me some
Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me some

Hear my cryin' on my bended knees
If you wanna put my soul at ease
You gotta give me some, please give me some
Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me some

Seeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump
Said I'm going crazy about your hump
You've got to give me some, please give me some
I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me some

Jay bird said to the peckerwood,
I like to peck like a pecker should
But give me some, yes give me some
I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some