Albert Collins
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Broke Music
I got the blues, you know I'm so broke I wanna cry
Lord, I
got 'em, you know I'm so broke I wanna cry
Because my baby she's gone and I
just don't know the reason why
She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
She
got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
Whoa, Lord
I gotta find
my baby, 'cause I don't want nobody else
Well now I love that woman so much
She got me on the run
She got the keys to my car
She got my great big mansion
She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
I
gotta find my baby, 'cause just don't want nobody else
But I Was Cool
I always live by the, golden rule
Whatever happens, ha,
don't blow your cool!
You gotta have nerves of steel
And never show folks
how you, honestly feel
I lived all my life this way, ha
For example, take
yesterday:
I breeze home happy bringin' her my pay
Her note read ...so
long savvy, I haven't gone away!
An' I threw myself down across our empty bed
An' this is what I said:
Ooo shhhhiiiii ooow ooow ooow
What? Oh what are you gonna
do with me?
Ooo wow uh
But I was cool!
So I "one for the roaded" at a all night bar
I wound up so
loaded, I tore up my car
The judge threw the book at me,
An' when I read,
the sentence there, I said:
"Oow! Please oooow ooow, please I got to know, I got to know
What? what went wrong?
I don't underst... I oh a,
But I was cool!
So I said she's the only one, that I have to pay
And I
found her an' pulled my gun, an' fired point blank
The shot whistled right
past that woman's head
An' I killed my hound dog, dead!
Oooooow, ruff ruff, rrr, rrr, rrr, rur, rur, rur
As they
carried me away
I was overheard to say,
"Be cool, be cool, stay cool, be
cool!"
Cash Talkin' (The Workingman's Blues)
Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could see
I asked the man behind the desk, I say "Ah, is there any money for me?"
Now
he didn't know just what to say
I say, "I need that money in a terrible way!"
Now he didn't say "yeah" but he didn't say "no"
He just shook my hand and
showed me the door
Oh Lord, the blues is killin' me
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these
blues is killin' me
Yes sir
Now my wife loves money and it bothers my mind
She runs to
the store and she buys, on time
T.V's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a
princess phones
A one of these days, ya'all-a, I think they all gonna be gone
My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car
It's a wonder
ya'all ha, I got this far! Hey!
Landlord knockin', and he wants some rent
Now I'm lookin' for the money that my wife just spent
Oh Lord, um-hm, the blues is killin' me
Oh Lord, Lord,
Lord, these blues is killin' me
Tellin' ya
Tax time, ain't nothin' but a mess
Payin' Uncle Sam more
an' I'm gettin' less
The po' stay po' and the rich stay rich
An' I'm right
here in the middle
Now ain't that a.....!
Barely gettin' by, makes me mean
'Cause the politicians I'm
payin', are livin' real clean
Step down Mister Politician, and live like I do
I want you to know, the workin' man blues
Oh Lord, oh Lord, these blues is killin' me
Oh Lord, Lord,
Lord, these blues is killin' me
Payin' these taxes worry me to death...
Buyin' new T.V's
an' radios an' stereos...
Baby needs clothes...
Wife need a old car to get
around in...
Oh it's a bitch bein' po'...
I say it's a ...
Don't Go Reaching Across My Plate
If one thing in this world
I just can't stand
Is bein'
at the table wit' an ill-mannered man
Now, if he's sittin' on your left
Before you could eat a
bite
He'll reach across your plate
An' you know that ain't right
Now I like to eat, as well as any man
But there's some
rules, a fool should understand
When ya have one little helpin'
An' one
extra piece of cake
I tell ev'rybody, don't go reachin' across my plate
I was at a party last night, at over Big Murray
Cat reached
'cross my plate
Got a coat sleeve in my gravy
I didn't say a word, just
looked him dead in the eye
He reached across my plate, an' cut him a piece a
pie
Now I don't care if he did it for a prank
I don't care, if
you had a drink
Especially when I'm out, a-with my date
Now don't you go
reachin' across MY plate
At a party last week, there was some high-class folks
Ev'rything on the table, an' that ain't no joke
They had barbecue possum1,
rattlesnake gravy
Chicken fried skunk2, an' it smelt real crazy
Ev'rything went fine, but one thing made me blue
A cat
reached across my plate, for some armadillo3 stew
Now when you at the table,
you act real nice
You say, "pass me that" or "pass me the platter"
But
just because you hungry, an' happen to come in late
Don't you go reachin',
across MY plate
"Pass some a-that turkey over there, baby!"
"No, don't give
me none of that skunk, I don't want none a-that"
"I, I beg your pardon"
"If this cat stop reachin' 'cross my plate, I can maybe ask for somethin'"
"A
pass me a little a-that turkey there, baby"
Fading:
Na na na na-na-na-na
Yeah-heya
"Party' nice,
party's nice"
"Yeah, ah give gimme some a that chicken over there, baby"
"Chicken fried skunk? "ah no"
Don't Mistake Kindness For Weakness
You've been runnin' in the streets again, but I'd never had a
hand on you
I've been a better man this year, than all the men that you've
been through
Don't mistake kindness for weakness, 'cause a little girl, only
a fool would stay with you
I tried so hard to please you babe, I've even turned your lies
to truth
I said I tried so hard to please you baby, I turned your lies to
truth
But when you said were my baby, I think I got to ask you for more proof
Don't mistake kindness for weakness, 'cause your chicken has
come to roost
I said don't mistake kindness for weakness, baby, your chicken
done come to roost
I think another man would be a fool, to try to hang around
with you
I'm all done Mister Nice Guy but I ain't playin' around with
your rules
If you think that's liquor talkin', you better try an' get on back
to school
So mistake kindness for weakness, woman you done used up your, your
last fool
Give Me My Blues
I play my music, the only way that I can
Play my music
only, only way I can
Some people really dig it, some just don't understand
I play my music only, only way I can
I play my music, play
it the only way I can
Some people really dig it, some just don't understand
I don't play the drums
I can't disco dance
But I can
play the blues
Put you in a trance
I can play my music, only way I can
Some people really dig
it
Some just don't understand
Give my blues song, I'll play it all night long
Give me a
blues song, I'll play it all night long
It may not sound right to you but I
know that, that ain't wrong
I don't do no country
I don't do no jazz
I don't do no
punk rock
That kinda razz-ma-tazz
I play my blues song
The only way I can
Some people
really dig it
Some just don't understand
Ooh-ho, yeah
Head Rag
Here she come, yeah, with that head rag on
There she go,
yeah, with that head rag on
Here she come, with that head rag on
If you're walkin' down the street, wavin', ev'rybody see me
Sayin' "hello there", walkin' in her stockin' feet
Here she comes (ooo), with
that head rag on
Stayin' out all night long
Talkin' 'bout anything
Doin' ev'rything wrong, girl, oh oh
Here she come, yeah, that head rag on
There she goes, yeah
yeah, with her head rag on
Here she come, with that head rag on
Eeow!
I Ain't Drunk
Everyday baby, when the sun go down
I get with my friends,
an' I begin to clown
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't
drunk, I'm just drinkin'
(But you're so high)
Oh man, you know I ain't high
(But
you're so high)
I just take a little bit, now an' then
(But you're so
high)
Now you oughta be 'shamed of yourself
(Stay drunk all the time)
Oh, c'mon now, you know ya'all get like that
Come home last night, all loose
Baby get in a fuss, I said,
"Honey, hush"
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk,
I'm just drinkin'
(But you're so high)
I ain't drunk, I done told ya'all I
ain't drunk now
What ya'all doin' drinkin'?
(But you're so high)
Actually, I'm just havin' fun, man
(But you're so high)
What? I know I'm
not
(Stay drunk all the time)
Damn, I don't know why you're all talkin'
about me like that!
You done the right thing, I wanna thank you, too
Now, let's
have a little drink, just me an' you
I don't care, what the people are
thinkin'
I ain't drunk, but I'm just drinkin'
(But you're so high)
Who me? I ain't high man
(But
you're so high)
I don't know why you all talk about me like that
(But
you're so high)
You oughta mind your own business, brother
(Stay drunk all
the time)
You, you oughta watch yourself, too
You don't understand
what I'm sayin'
I wanna tip you, baby, before I go
I be back tomorrow night
an' drink so mo'
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk,
I'm just drinkin'
(But you're so high)
Oh no, you the one drunk!
Look at
yo' eyes, man!
(But you're so high)
Don't you tell my old lady, now!
(But you're so high)
Well I ain't had but four or five
(Stay drunk all the
time)
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Iceman
I'm your iceman, baby, ain't here to cool you down
Yes I'm
your iceman, ladies, you'll always know when I'm around
I left Leona, Texas,
to heat this coolest place in town
Gonna play this old guitar, mix up some fire with my ice
Yes, I'm gonna play this old guitar, light your fire with my ice
Sometimes it
sounds so good to me, I just might play it twice
I'm your iceman, baby, call me Al, if you please
I'm your
iceman, baby, I'm so hot I'll probably freeze
I'm gonna whip up a twister,
turn tornados to a breeze
Yes, I'm your iceman, baby
Yes, I'm your iceman, people, fixin' fire with my ice
I'm
your iceman, ladies, I make it hot an' chill it right
If you follow my
instructions, my ice will last all night
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László Zoltán 2012
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