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Keep the Blues Alive

Stormy Monday...............T-Bone Walker

You know they call it Stormy Monday, Tuesday's just as bad.
You know they call it Stormy Monday, Tuesday's just as bad.
Wednesday worse, and Thursday's all so sad

You know the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play
You know the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church, and I kneel down and I pray.

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.
I cried lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me
You know I'm triin' to find my baby,
Won't somebody please send her home to me.

Get out of My Life Woman

Get out my life woman,You don't love me no more.
Get out my life woman,You don't love me no more.
Get out my life woman,You don't want me no more.

Get out my eyes teardrops, I got to see my way around
Get out my eyes teardrops, I got to see my way around
Get out my eyes teardrops, I got heartaches by the pound

Get out my life woman, I got to move on along.
Get out my life woman, I got to move on along.
Get out my life woman, I got to move on along.

Get out my life woman,You don't love me no more.
Get out my life woman,You don't love me no more.
Get out my life woman,You don't want me no more.

Red House

There's a red house over yonder, That's where my baby stays.
Lord, there's a red house over yonder, That's where my baby stays.
And I ain't seen my baby, in 99 and one half days.

Wait a minute somethings wrong here, Lord this key won't unlock this door.
Wait a minute somethings wrong here, Lord this key won't unlock this door.
I got a bad bad feeling, my baby don't live here no more

While I might as well go over yonder, Way back across the hill
While I might as well go over yonder, Way back across the hill
Cause I know my baby don't love me no more - I know here sister will

Messin With the Kid

What's this I here, there's a rumor going on Here your sayin' goinna put the kid down... Oh yea, Look at what you did.
You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid.

You know the kid plays hot, and hot don't pay.
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,...Oh yea, look at what you did
You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid.

You know she won't do this, she won't do that,
She won't do nothin' till she knows where it's at...Oh yea, look at what you did.
You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid

Tell me you love me, tell me a lie,
Tell me you love me till the day that I die... Oh yea, look at what you did
You can call it what you want, I call it messin' with the kid.

You take the kid's car, and drive around town.
Tell everybody that you're puttin him down, Oh yea, look at what you did
You can call it what you want, I call it messin with the kid.

Summer Time

Summer time, and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich, and your momma's good lookin'
So hush little Baby, Don't you cry.

One of these mornins, you're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings, And you'll take to the skies
But till that mornin, No not nothin can harm you.
With dady and momma, standin' by your side

Cross Cut Saw

I'm your cross cut saw. You just drag me across your log.
I'm your cross cut saw. You just drag me across your log.
I'll cut your wood so good for you, You'll just have to say hot dog.
Some call me a wood cuttin' Sam, some call me a wood cuttin' Jim
The last girl I cut wood for, She called me back again.
I'm yoour cross cut saw, Just drag me across your log,
I'll cut your wood so easy for you, you just gotta say hot dog.

I got a double bladded axe, That really cut good,
But i'm a cross cut saw, that just better be in your wood,
I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me across your lawn,
I'll cut your wood so easy for you, you just gotta saw hot dog.

Got My Mojo Workin'

Recorded first by Muddy Waters

I'm goin' to Louisiana, get me a Mojo hand
Well I'm goin' to Louisiana, get me a Mojo Hand
I'm gonna show all you womans, how to love your man.

I got a gypsy woman, givin' me advice.
I got a gypsy woman, givin' me advice.
I'm gonna show her how to love me, how to treat me nice.

Chorus

I've got a 16 year old woman, tryin' to tell me what to do.
I've got a 16 year old woman, tryin' to tell me what to do.
Well that same little girl, tried to steal my buisiness too.

Got my Mojo workin',Got my Mojo workin'Got my Mojo workin'
Got my Mojo workin'Got my Mojo workin' but it won't work for you.

Hoochie Coochie Man

A gypsy woman told my mother, before I was born.
You got a boy child commin', gonna be a son of a gun
Gonna make pretty women, jump and shout,
Then the world want to know, what this all about,
But you know that I'm here, evewrybody know I'm here.
you know that I'm the Hoochie Coochie man, everybody know him.

I got a black cat bone, I got a Mojo too.
I got the Johnny Conquoroo, I'm gonna mess with you.
I'm gonna take that woman, I'm gonna take her by the hand,
And by the end of the night she'll know that I'm the Hoochie Coochie man.
But you know that I'm here, everybody knows I'm here,
You know that I'm the Hoochie Coochie man, everybody knows him.

On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh month, seven doctors say,
You were born for good luck, and that you see,
I've got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me.
But you know that I'm here, everybody knows I'm here,
You know that I'm the Hoochie Coochie man, everybody knows him.

You Didn't Think About That

James Cotton

I worked on the road for ten long years,
makin' your payments for you,
Imagine, now it's funny, I'm all out of money,
Now what am I gonna do.
The children and I, we respected you,
And never tried to put you down on your knees,
And now your on the phone, callin'come on home,
It's too much for me.

You didn't think about that, did you baby,
You didn't think about that, before you handed me my hat.

Sorry about your sad situation,has one little problem you see.
I found someone new, she even looks like you,
and all so sweet to me,

You didn't think about that, did you baby,
You didn't think about that, before you handed me my hat.

Sorry about your sad situation,has one little problem you see.
I found someone new, she even looks like you,
and all so sweet to me,

You didn't think about that, did you baby,
You didn't think about that, before you handed me my hat.

Depression Blues

I'm gonna tell all you women, you better find yourself a man.
Ya I'm tellin all you women, you better find yourself a man,
Because depression's commin', and you'll be needin a helpin hand,

Now all you pony tails, big ol' mommas too,
Yes you been runnin round here braggin,
What your old man can do.
You say he's makin' plenty money, and spends it all on you,
If he keeps that up, he'll be in the soup line too.

My papa stole a chicken, my momma cooked it hard,
The reason that she did that, she didn't have no lard.
Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues.
Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues.

I'm gonna tell all you women, you better find yourself a man.
Ya I'm tellin all you women, you better find yourself a man,
Because depression's commin', and you'll be needin a helpin hand,

Sweet Home Chicago

Come on, Baby don't you want to go,
Come on, baby don't you want to go.
To that same old place, sweet home Chicago.

I don't know, if my baby's been told,
Everybody knows about my sweet baby rose,
But hey, baby don't you want to go,
To that same old place, Sweet home Chicago

Well one and one is two, and two and two is four,
come on baby don't you shut that door.
But hey, baby don't you want to go,
To that same old place, Sweet home Chicago

Well four and two are six, and six and two are eight,
Come on baby don't you make me late,
But hey, baby don't you want to go,
To that same old place, Sweet home Chicago,

Well three and three are six and six and three are nine,
you show me yours and I'll show you mine.
But hey, baby don't you want to go,
To that same old place, Sweet home Chicago.

Come on, baby do'nt you want to go,
Come on, baby don't you want to go,
To that same old place, sweet home Chicago.

Shot Gun

I said shot gun, shoot em for they run,
Do the jerk baby, do the jerk now,hey

Put on your red dress
And when you put on to town now,
I said buy your self a shotgun now,
We're gonna break it down baby now,
Ya gonna load it up baby now,
Ya gonna shoot em for they run now

I said shot gun, shoot em for they run,
Do the jerk baby, do the jerk now,hey

I said shot gun, shoot em for they run,
Do the jerk baby, do the jerk now,hey

Put on your high heel shoes,
I say, we're goin' down to listen to them play the blues,
We gonna pick tomatoes, we gonna dig potatos,

I said shot gun, shoot em for they run,
Do the jerk baby, do the jerk now,hey

I said it's cryin' time,
I said it's cryin' time,
I said it's cryin' time,

Tobacco Road

I was born, in a dump,
My momma died, my daddy got drunk,
He left me home, to die or grow,
In the middle of tobacco road,

I grew up in, a rusty shack,
And all I owned, was hangin' on my back,
The Lord knows, how I loath,
This place called Tobacco Road.

But it's home, it's really my home,
The only place, I've ever known,
But the Lord, the Lord knows how I loath,
Tobacco road.

I'm gonna leave, and get a job,
With the help, and the grace of God,
I'll save my money, and get rich I know,
Bring it back to Tobacco road.

I, I'm gonna gonna get me some dynamite,
Gonna get me a crane,
Got to blow you up, got to tear you down,
Start all over again,
Well, I build a town, I'll be proud to show,
And keep the name of Tobacco road.

Cause it's my home, the only life, I've ever known,
I despise, you because your filthy,
But I love you because your my home.

Tobacco road, Tobacco road,
Your daddy has built it, Tobacco road,
I'm gonna get me some dynamite, gonna bring me a train,
Got to blow you up, got to tear you down,
Start all over again,
Tobacco road, Tobacco road.
I despise, you because your filthy,
But I love you because your my home.
Tobacco road,
Talkin' 'bout a dirty low down filthy place,
Tobacco road, Your so dirty and filthy.

Born Under a Bad Sign

Booker T. Jones and William Bell

Born under a bad sign,
I been down since I begin to crawl,
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Bad luck and troubles, my only friend,
I been down ever since I was ten.
Born under a bad sign,
I been down since I begin to crawl,
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Cold wine and women, is all aI crave,
Big bad woman is gonna carry me to my grave,
Born under a bad sign,
I been down since I begin to crawl,
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all.

I can't read, I can hardly write,
My whole life's been one big fight,
Born under a bad sign,
I been down since I begin to crawl,
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Talk to Your Daughter

Momma, pappa, please talk to your daughter for me,
Momma, pappa, please talk to your daughter for me,
She done made me her lover, and I ain't gonna leave her be.

Ya babe, Please don't talk me around,
Ya babe, please don't talk me around,
If you think I'm foolin,
I'll put you six feet in the ground.

You should talk to your daughter
You should talk to your daughter
You should talk to your daughter
You should talk to your daughter
She done made me her lover and I ain't gonna leave here be.

HARD TO LOVE THAT WOMAN

Boilerhouse Blues Band..©

GOT OFF WORK EARLY, THE OTHER DAY
TIRED OF WORKIN LIKE A SLAVE
KNOCKED ON THE FRONT DOOR AND RAN AROUND BACK
THERE STEPPIN' OUT WAS MY BEST FRIEND JACK

CHORUS;
WELL I'TS HARD TO LOVE THAT WOMAN
WELL I'TS HARD TO LOVE THAT WOMAN
WELL I'TS HARD TO LOVE THAT WOMAN
I JUST DON'T KNOW WHY I JUST DO

HAD TO LEAVE HOME FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS
COULDN'T WAIT TO GET BACK TO TOWN
WENT RIGHT HOME AND AND RUSHED RIGHT IN
I HOPED I'D FIND THE TOILET SEAT DOWN {OH NO}

CHORUS

I MAILED HER A NOTE , TO CALL HER LOVER
AT MY FAVORITE BAR RIGHT AT NINE
WHEN NINE O 'CLOCK THE PHONE DID RIN
AND I WAS THE FIFTH IN LINE

CHORUS X2

BLIND DOG BITE

Boilerhouse Blues Band..©

BLIND DOG BITE - ANYBODY AROUND
HE SNAPS AND SNARLS - AT ANY SMELL OR ANY SOUND
HE JUST WAITS - FOR THAT VENGFULL DAY
WHEN HE CAN REPAY THE FOOL - WHO TOOK HIS SIGHT AWAY

SO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE - ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
CAUSE REMEMBER - BLIND DOG BITE

HE LAY BY THE GATE - NOT A WAG IN HIS TAIL
HE’S WAITIN’ FOR THAT FOOL - TO GET HIS BUTT OUT OF JAIL
DOG STILL REMEMBERS - WHEN HE GOT HIT UPSIDE THE HEAD
FOOL BROKE IN - AND LEFT HIM FOR DEAD

SO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE - ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
CAUSE REMEMBER - BLIND DOG BITE

THE YEARS GO BY - BLIND DOG GROWS OLD
BUT THAT BURNIN’ INSIDE - STILL NEVER GOES COLD
HE’S STILL WAITIN’ -- FOR THAT SPECIAL DAY
WHEN THAT FOOL COMES BY - GONNA MAKE HIM PAY

SO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE - ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
CAUSE REMEMBER - BLIND DOG BITE

THE YEARS GO BY - BLIND DOG GROWS OLD
BUT THAT BURNIN’ INSIDE - STILL NEVER GOES COLD
HE’S STILL WAITIN’ -- FOR THAT SPECIAL DAY
WHEN THAT FOOL COMES BY - GONNA MAKE HIM PAY

SO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE - ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
CAUSE REMEMBER - BLIND DOG BITE

Boilerhouse Blues

Boilerhouse Blues Band....©

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WELL I'M POKIN PORTS/ MAKIN MY ROUNDS
HOPIN AND PRAYIN FOR NO HISSIN SOUNDS
THE BOSS MAN COMES BY AT THE END OF THE DAY
YOUR PARTNER CALLED IN/ YOUR GONNA HAVE TO STAY
I'VE GOT THE BOILERHOUSE BLUES
SOMEDAY I'LL BE MAKIN MY MOVE

YOU GOT TO SWEAT TODAY / TO MAKE YOUR PAY
I'M IN THE BOILERHOUSE NOW AND I CAN'T GET AWAY
MAKIN STEAM/ BURNIN BARK,GAS LIQUOR OR COAL
AFTER 20 SOME YEARS/ I DONE LOST MY SOUL
I'VE GOT THE BOILERHOUSE BLUES
SOMEDAY I'LL BE MAKIN MY MOVE

CHORUS THE PAPER MACHINES ALL CRY FOR STEAM
THAT'S WHY I'M HURTIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL TRANSFER OUT
AND END UP IN CONVERTING

SHIFT WORK YOU SEE / IS ALL I HAVE LEFT
GO TO WORK EACH DAY/ STILL STAY IN DEBT
JUST CAN'T WAIT/ FOR RETIREMENT DAY
EVEN THOUGH / I'M WISHIN MY LIFE AWAY
I GOT THE BOILERHOUSE BLUES
SOMEDAY I'LL MAKE MY MOVE

CHORUS

CHORUS

GOT THEM BOILERHOUSE BLUES 3X
{ DAN JIM ROD COPY VOCALS }

Keep Those Blues Alive

WAY DOWN SOUTH / THE SOUND BEGAN
HEARD ALL ACROSS THIS GREAT BIG LAND
MUDDY, T. BONE AND ALL THE REST
SPENT THEIR DAY’S GIVEN' US THEIR BEST
NOW IT’S TIME FOR US TO STRIVE
TO KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE

Chorus

WELL - KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE / KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE
KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE / KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE
WE’RE GONNA MAKE THEIR MUSIC SURVIVE
JUST KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE

NOW, ALBERT, B. B. AND ROBERT JOHNSON KNEW
TAKE A STRAIT NOTE AND JUST MAKE IT BLUE
OLD WILLIE D. DONE GAVE US HIS ALL
WE COULD SPEND ALL NIGHT GIVEN' EACH ONE HIS CALL
NOW IT’S TIME FOR US TO STRIVE
TO KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE

Chorus:

WELL - KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE / KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE
KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE / KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE
WE’RE GONNA MAKE THEIR MUSIC SURVIVE
JUST KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE

SOLO NOW LEADBELLY PICKED / PAUL BUTTERFIELD BLEW
THEY BOTH KNEW WHAT THEY HAD TO DO
TAKE SOME OLD / GIVE SOME NEW
THAT’S WHAT BOILERHOUSE IS GONNA DO
NOW IT’S TIME FOR US TO STRIVE
TO KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE

Chorus;

WELL - KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE / KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE
KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE / KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE
WE’RE GONNA MAKE THEIR MUSIC SURVIVE
JUST KEEP THOSE BLUES ALIVE

Every Day I Have the Blues

as Performed by B. B. King

Every day
Every day I have the blues
Oh evey day, every day I have the blues
Well there ain't no worrin' baby, cause it's you I hate to loose.

Well nobody loves me, Nobody loves me at all
Well nobody loves me, Nobody loves me at all
Cause if it's worrin' and troubles darlin'
Lord you know I've had my share

I'm gonna pack my suitcase and head on down the line
I'm gonna pack my suitcase and head on down the line
Cause there ain't nobody worrin' and nobody cryin'

Closin Time

Boilerhouse Blues Band..©

New for 2000 Well, I saw her walk in....
She had great big toothless grin
and when she smiled at me, I just wanted to cry...
But that's ok, that's just fine
Cause all she drinks is just a little wine...
And if I drink lots of beer and whiskey...
Good Lord I hope She'll look better...
At closin Time

Now some say she's ugly, got great big feet!
Well she looks like my old friend Swede Johnson,
Now that's a trick without a treat!
But that's ok, that's just fine
Cause all she drinks is just a little wine...
And if I drink lots of beer and whiskey...
Good Lord I hope She'll look better...
At closin Time

You know she's ugly as a dog
You know she dances like a frog
and her figure, well it's kind of Bovine....
But that's ok, that's just fine
Cause all she drinks is just a little wine...
And if I drink lots of beer and whiskey...
Good Lord I hope She'll look better...
At closin Time

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