tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89289950053091108012011-11-27T17:03:20.790-08:00most accurate blues lyrics on the netDimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.comBlogger373125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-61437630266119509262011-05-05T02:20:00.000-07:002011-05-05T02:25:32.552-07:002011-05-05T02:25:32.552-07:00<a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005F2CP.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005F2CP.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> Artist: Carey & Lurrie Bell<br /> Album: Son Of A Gun<br /> Label: P-Vine Japan <br /> Year: 1984<br /> Song Title: I'll Be Your .44<br /> Track #: 4<br /> Duration: 03:47<br /> <br /> <br /> <strong>I'll Be Your .44</strong><br /> <br /> You don't need no pistol<br /> Don't need to run<br /> Don't look behind you girl<br /> 'Cos I'll be your gun.<br /> <br /> I'm your forty four<br /> (And) I'll be your bullets too<br /> 'Cos I love you, baby<br /> I'd sware I'd kill for you.<br /> <br /> I'm your forty four<br /> (And) I'll be your bullets too<br /> 'Cos I love you, baby<br /> I'd sware I'd kill for you.<br /> <br /> I don't want you to worry<br /> I don't want you to hide<br /> Don't look behind you woman<br /> Just strap to your side.<br /> <br /> I don't want you to worry<br /> I don't want you to hide<br /> Don't look behind you woman<br /> Just strap to your side.<br /> <br /> You know that people call me crazy<br /> Say I'm a dangerous man<br /> But I know what I'm doin'<br /> Just put me in your hands.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-6143763026611950926?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jtgkNCxa_qZjH0bgjrB03rEPyBg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jtgkNCxa_qZjH0bgjrB03rEPyBg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jtgkNCxa_qZjH0bgjrB03rEPyBg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jtgkNCxa_qZjH0bgjrB03rEPyBg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/A6JwBXTQ290" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/carey-lurrie-bell-ill-be-your-44.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-29286546140153545342010-05-25T00:03:00.000-07:002010-05-25T00:03:00.574-07:002010-05-25T00:03:00.574-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Mississippi John Hurt<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/1928-Sessions-Mississippi-John-Hurt/dp/B000000G82?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">1928 Sessions</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000000G82" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Yazoo<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1988<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Spike-Driver-Blues/dp/B000SFNYJG?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Spike Driver Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SFNYJG" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 03:14<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 06<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Spike Driver Blues</b><br /> <br /> Take this hammer and carry it to captain, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone,<br /> Take this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone, I'm sure is gone, <br /> This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, <br /> This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, ain't gonna kill me, <br /> It's a long ways from East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, honey to my home, <br /> It's a long ways to East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, that's where I'm going, <br /> John Henry he left his hammer, layin' side the road, layin' side the road, layin' side the road, <br /> John Henry he left his hammer, all over in red, all over in red, thats why I'm gone, <br /> John Henry was a steel driving boy, but he went down, but he went down, but he went down, <br /> John Henry was a steel driving boy, but he went down, but he went down, that's why I'm gone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-2928654614015354534?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mum5NUOyZIvt-Q2pywRlbz6VGgk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mum5NUOyZIvt-Q2pywRlbz6VGgk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mum5NUOyZIvt-Q2pywRlbz6VGgk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mum5NUOyZIvt-Q2pywRlbz6VGgk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/wSno6U-DKmY" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/spike-driver-blues-mississippi-john.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-37763719147888169162010-05-25T00:02:00.000-07:002010-05-25T00:02:00.159-07:002010-05-25T00:02:00.159-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Mississippi John Hurt<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/1928-Sessions-Mississippi-John-Hurt/dp/B000000G82?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">1928 Sessions</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000000G82" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Yazoo<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1988<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Old-Camp-Ground/dp/B000SFRXLQ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Praying On The Old Camp Ground</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SFRXLQ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:36<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 05<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Praying On The Old Camp Ground</b><br /> <br /> There is preaching tonight, preaching tonight,<br /> Preaching on the old camp grounds,<br /> There is preaching tonight, preaching tonight,<br /> There is preaching on the old camp grounds.<br /> <br /> There is singing tonight, singing tonight,<br /> Singing on the old camp grounds,<br /> There is singing tonight, singing tonight,<br /> There is singing on the old camp grounds.<br /> <br /> There is moaning tonight, moaning tonight,<br /> Moaning on the old camp grounds,<br /> There is moaning tonight, moaning tonight,<br /> There is moaning on the old camp grounds.<br /> <br /> (guitar solo)<br /> <br /> There is praying tonight, praying tonight,<br /> Praying on the old camp grounds,<br /> There is praying tonight, praying tonight,<br /> There is praying on the old camp grounds.<br /> <br /> Hmmm…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-3776371914788816916?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RXiXdHlibtO0NewClWMTRDzz6E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RXiXdHlibtO0NewClWMTRDzz6E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RXiXdHlibtO0NewClWMTRDzz6E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RXiXdHlibtO0NewClWMTRDzz6E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/mIAZgeB_scs" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/praying-on-old-camp-ground-mississippi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-58338946427153797362010-05-25T00:01:00.000-07:002010-05-25T00:01:03.383-07:002010-05-25T00:01:03.383-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Mississippi John Hurt<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/1928-Sessions-Mississippi-John-Hurt/dp/B000000G82?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">1928 Sessions</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000000G82" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Yazoo<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1988<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Louis-Collins/dp/B000SFPYOO?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Louis Collins</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SFPYOO" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:58<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 04<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Louis Collins</b><br /> <br /> Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,<br /> To see her son Louis leave his home,<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> The angels laid him away,<br /> They laid him six feet under the clay,<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> Oh, kind friends, oh, ain't it hard<br /> To see poor Louis in a new graveyard?<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> Oh, Bob shot once and Louis shot too,<br /> Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through,<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> The angels laid him away,<br /> They laid him six feet under the clay,<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,<br /> To see her son Louis leave his home,<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> Angels laid him away,<br /> They laid him six feet under the clay,<br /> The angels laid him away.<br /> <br /> When they heard that Louis was dead,<br /> All the people they dressed in red,<br /> The angels laid him away<br /> <br /> Angels laid him away,<br /> They laid him six feet under the clay,<br /> The angels laid him away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-5833894642715379736?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZVMTF3VmXDHRuahTQZ5EsQiibD8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZVMTF3VmXDHRuahTQZ5EsQiibD8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZVMTF3VmXDHRuahTQZ5EsQiibD8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZVMTF3VmXDHRuahTQZ5EsQiibD8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/hQBZ7L5HVy0" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/louis-collins-mississippi-john-hurt.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-64970606641172443552010-05-24T00:03:00.000-07:002010-05-24T00:03:00.560-07:002010-05-24T00:03:00.560-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Mississippi John Hurt<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/1928-Sessions-Mississippi-John-Hurt/dp/B000000G82?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">1928 Sessions</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000000G82" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Yazoo<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1988<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nobodys-Dirty-Business/dp/B000SFPYSU?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Nobody's Dirty Business</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SFPYSU" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:53<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 03<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Nobody's Dirty Business</b><br /> <br /> Ain't nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,<br /> Nobody's business but mine,<br /> Ain't nobody's doggone business how my baby treat me<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<br /> <br /> Some of this mornings gonna wake up crazy<br /> Gonna grab my gun, kill my baby <br /> Nobody's business but mine,<br /> Ain't nobody's doggone business how my baby treat me,<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<br /> <br /> Some of this mornings gonna wake up boozy<br /> Gonna grab my gun, gonna kill all Suzie <br /> Nobody's business but mine,<br /> Going back to Pensacola, gonna buy my baby a money moulder<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<br /> <br /> Say, baby, did you get that letter?<br /> "If you take me back, I'll treat you better"<br /> Nobody's business but mine,<br /> Ain't nobody's doggone business how my baby treat me,<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<br /> <br /> Ain't nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<br /> <br /> Some of this mornings gonna wake up crazy<br /> Gonna grab my gun, gonna kill my baby <br /> Nobody's business but mine,<br /> Ain't nobody's doggone business how my baby treat me,<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<br /> <br /> Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,<br /> Nobody's business but my own.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-6497060664117244355?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2xw3kVPe9jGHJ1WEJWnMCCJJ8xc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2xw3kVPe9jGHJ1WEJWnMCCJJ8xc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2xw3kVPe9jGHJ1WEJWnMCCJJ8xc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2xw3kVPe9jGHJ1WEJWnMCCJJ8xc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/RZ_Xr-VsED8" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/nobodys-dirty-business-mississippi-john.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-86829156523537966352010-05-24T00:02:00.000-07:002010-05-24T00:02:00.554-07:002010-05-24T00:02:00.554-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Mississippi John Hurt<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/1928-Sessions-Mississippi-John-Hurt/dp/B000000G82?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">1928 Sessions</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000000G82" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Yazoo<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1988<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Blessed-Be-The-Name/dp/B000SFTJ5Y?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Blessed Be The Name</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SFTJ5Y" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:46<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 02<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Blessed Be The Name</b><br /> <br /> If you don't like your sister, don't you carry her name abroad<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord,<br /> Yes, take her in your bosom and carry her home to God<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> <br /> Oh, blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> Oh, blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name,<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> <br /> If you don't like your brother, don't you carry the name abroad<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord,<br /> Just take him in your bosom and carry him home to God<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> <br /> Oh, blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> Oh, blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name,<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> <br /> If you don't like your preacher, don't you carry his name abroad<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord,<br /> Just take him in your bosom and carry him home to God<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> <br /> Oh, blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> Oh, blessed be the name,<br /> Blessed be the name,<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<br /> <br /> If you don't like your deacon, don't you carry his name abroad<br /> Blessed be the name of the Lord,<br /> Just take him in your bosom and carry him home to God<br /> Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-8682915652353796635?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mIZRCTFYK5-sXfl8uTkAUKl5PeE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mIZRCTFYK5-sXfl8uTkAUKl5PeE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mIZRCTFYK5-sXfl8uTkAUKl5PeE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mIZRCTFYK5-sXfl8uTkAUKl5PeE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/6-yy0GxamUw" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessed-be-name-mississippi-john-hurt.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-43762334733194121152010-05-24T00:01:00.000-07:002010-05-24T00:01:00.377-07:002010-05-24T00:01:00.377-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1928-sessions-by-mississippi-john-hurt_xmr0k-chppwx_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Mississippi John Hurt<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/1928-Sessions-Mississippi-John-Hurt/dp/B000000G82?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">1928 Sessions</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000000G82" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Yazoo<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1988<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Candy-Man-Blues/dp/B000SFPYIU?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Candy Man Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SFPYIU" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:45<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 01<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Candy Man Blues</b><br /> <br /> Well all you ladies gather 'round,<br /> That good sweet candy man's in town,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> It's the candy man.<br /> <br /> He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long,<br /> He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> It's the candy man.<br /> <br /> All heard what sister Johnson said,<br /> She always takes a candy stick to bed,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> It's the candy man.<br /> <br /> Don't stand close to the candy man,<br /> He'll leave a big candy stick in your hand,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> It's the candy man.<br /> <br /> (guitar solo)<br /> <br /> He sold some candy to sister Bad,<br /> The very next day she took all he had,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> It's the candy man.<br /> <br /> If you try his candy, good friend of mine,<br /> You sure will want it for a long long time,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> Sweet candy man.<br /> <br /> His stick candy don't melt away,<br /> It just gets better, so the ladies say,<br /> It's the candy man,<br /> It's the candy man.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-4376233473319412115?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mjzXqZ8moRTQW7_sBWd1KOlHYgw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mjzXqZ8moRTQW7_sBWd1KOlHYgw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mjzXqZ8moRTQW7_sBWd1KOlHYgw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mjzXqZ8moRTQW7_sBWd1KOlHYgw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/7FWB9sagrfM" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/candy-man-blues-mississippi-john-hurt.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-9042956360268520432010-05-22T00:02:00.000-07:002010-05-22T00:02:00.619-07:002010-05-22T00:02:00.619-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Blues-For-Mama/dp/B00137XPBA?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Blues For Mama</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137XPBA" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 03:56<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 11<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Blues For Mama</b><br /> <br /> Hey Lordy mama<br /> I heard you wasn't feeling' good,<br /> They're spreadin' dirty rumors<br /> All around the neighborhood.<br /> <br /> They say you're mean and evil<br /> And don't know what to do,<br /> That's the reason that he's gone<br /> And left you black and blue.<br /> Hey, yeah, tell me what you gonna do now.<br /> <br /> They say he's left you all alone<br /> To weather this old storm,<br /> He's got another woman now<br /> Hangin' on his arm, yeah, yeah, yeah.<br /> <br /> That old fool's tellin' everybody<br /> He's sick and tired of you,<br /> Hey Lordy Lordy mama<br /> What you gonna do<br /> Hey, yeah, tell me what you gonna do.<br /> <br /> They say you love to fuss and fight<br /> And bring a good man down,<br /> And don't know how to treat him<br /> When he takes ya' on the town.<br /> <br /> They say you ain't behind him<br /> And just don't understand,<br /> And think that you're a woman<br /> But actin' like a man<br /> Hey, Lordy mama, what you gonna do now?<br /> <br /> Get your nerves together, baby<br /> And set the record straight, set it straight,<br /> Let the whole round world know<br /> It wasn't you that cause his bitter fate.<br /> <br /> All these years you loved him<br /> And he knows it's true,<br /> 'Cause what you're wantin' for your man<br /> Is what he's wantin', too<br /> Hey, yeah, tell me what you gonna do now.<br /> <br /> When you love a man enough<br /> You're bound to disagree,<br /> 'Cause ain't nobody perfect<br /> 'Cause ain't nobody free<br /> Hey, Lordy mama, tell me what you gonna do<br /> What you gonna do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-904295636026852043?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FV1szI5ICIHxcr1Ix9uddqNFrBo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FV1szI5ICIHxcr1Ix9uddqNFrBo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FV1szI5ICIHxcr1Ix9uddqNFrBo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FV1szI5ICIHxcr1Ix9uddqNFrBo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/zRWuVvUuUOs" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/blues-for-mama-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-35113876694024958242010-05-22T00:01:00.000-07:002010-05-22T00:01:02.293-07:002010-05-22T00:01:02.293-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Rising-Sun/dp/B00137Z8GK?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The House Of The Rising Sun</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137Z8GK" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 03:51<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 10<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>The House Of The Rising Sun</b><br /> <br /> There is a house in New Orleans<br /> They call it the Rising Sun<br /> And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl<br /> And me, oh Lord, I'm one.<br /> <br /> If I had only listened of what my mama said<br /> Be at home today<br /> Bein' so young and foolish, my Lord<br /> Let a gambler lead me astray.<br /> <br /> My mother is a tailor<br /> She sews those new blue jeans<br /> Sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord<br /> Drinks down in New Orleans.<br /> <br /> Somebody go get my baby sister<br /> Tell her to do, not to do what I have done<br /> Shun that house in New Orleans<br /> They call it the Rising Sun.<br /> <br /> Goin' back to New Orleans<br /> My race is almost run<br /> Goin' back to spend my life<br /> Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord, beneath the rising sun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-3511387669402495824?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gf0bEc0ivW3SqopVP6gc0S17KpE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gf0bEc0ivW3SqopVP6gc0S17KpE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gf0bEc0ivW3SqopVP6gc0S17KpE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gf0bEc0ivW3SqopVP6gc0S17KpE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/ce8BIyntiM4" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/house-of-rising-sun-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-40725383892978614522010-05-21T06:21:00.000-07:002010-05-21T06:23:34.892-07:002010-05-21T06:23:34.892-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Since-Fell-You-Original-Master/dp/B00137XP6U?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Since I Fell For You</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137XP6U" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:50<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 09<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Since I Fell For You</b><br /> <br /> You made me leave my happy home, <br /> You took my love and now you're gone, <br /> Since I fell for you.<br /> <br /> Love brings such misery and pain, <br /> I guess I'll never be the same, <br /> Since I fell for you.<br /> <br /> It's too bad, <br /> It's too sad, <br /> I'm in love with you, <br /> You love me, then you snub me, <br /> But what can I do? <br /> I'm still in love with you.<br /> <br /> I guess I'll never see the light, <br /> I get the blues most every night, <br /> Since I fell for you, <br /> Since I fell for you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-4072538389297861452?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XXGgcDCY27CY_v003Yh9a0g881Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XXGgcDCY27CY_v003Yh9a0g881Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XXGgcDCY27CY_v003Yh9a0g881Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XXGgcDCY27CY_v003Yh9a0g881Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/jYJKSenqtCU" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/since-i-fell-for-you-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-12616401585548177702010-05-21T06:18:00.000-07:002010-05-21T06:18:58.603-07:002010-05-21T06:18:58.603-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> Buck<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 01:51<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 08<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Buck</b><br /> <br /> Buck<br /> You're a whole lot a man<br /> Just take a look<br /> At your great big hands<br /> You know you can crush<br /> Poor me in two<br /> But gentle, oh so gentle<br /> Are the things you do.<br /> <br /> I say I never have to worry<br /> 'Bout you goin' out<br /> There ain't no other woman<br /> Ain't no need to doubt<br /> So early to bed<br /> And early to rise<br /> I know just what you're thinkin'<br /> By the look in your eyes.<br /> <br /> I say Buck<br /> So sweet is your back<br /> I like to wash you<br /> And kiss you when you're wet<br /> So hold me close<br /> And squeeze me till I sigh<br /> Please love me, honey<br /> Till the day I die.<br /> <br /> I say Buck<br /> There ain't no other man around<br /> Get your lover gal<br /> To calm right down<br /> No question 'bout the way<br /> I feel for you<br /> So gentle, oh so gentle<br /> Are the things you do<br /> Oh so gentle, oh so gentle<br /> Are the things you do<br /> Oh so gentle, oh so gentle<br /> Are the things you do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-1261640158554817770?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p6BdWlUllY8jOjJjqjnR0fD4wQA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p6BdWlUllY8jOjJjqjnR0fD4wQA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p6BdWlUllY8jOjJjqjnR0fD4wQA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p6BdWlUllY8jOjJjqjnR0fD4wQA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/98gGRrRkX6U" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/buck-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-46035802042555943312010-05-21T06:17:00.000-07:002010-05-21T06:17:09.346-07:002010-05-21T06:17:09.346-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Want-Little-Sugar-My-Bowl/dp/B00137Z8F6?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137Z8F6" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:32<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 07<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl</b><br /> <br /> I want a little sugar<br /> In my bowl,<br /> I want a little sweetness<br /> Down in my soul,<br /> I could stand some lovin'<br /> Oh, so bad,<br /> I feel so funny and <br /> I feel so sad.<br /> <br /> I want a little steam<br /> On my clothes,<br /> Maybe I can fix things up<br /> So they'll go,<br /> Whats a matter Daddy<br /> Come on, save my soul,<br /> I need some sugar in my bowl<br /> I ain't foolin',<br /> I want some sugar in my bowl.<br /> <br /> You been acting different<br /> I've been told,<br /> Soothe me<br /> I want some sugar in my bowl,<br /> I want some steam<br /> On my clothes,<br /> Maybe I can fix things up <br /> So they'll go<br /> Whats a matter Daddy<br /> Come on, save my soul<br /> I want some sugar in my bowl<br /> I ain't foolin',<br /> I want some sugar hmmm<br /> In my bowl.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-4603580204255594331?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76TGDSvjZfiTtmRLWvHrgcBshio/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76TGDSvjZfiTtmRLWvHrgcBshio/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76TGDSvjZfiTtmRLWvHrgcBshio/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76TGDSvjZfiTtmRLWvHrgcBshio/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/tw1mSr5WNh8" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-little-sugar-in-my-bowl-nina.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-57027063581438606762010-05-20T10:13:00.000-07:002010-05-20T10:13:32.509-07:002010-05-20T10:13:32.509-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> Backlash Blues<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:29<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 06<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Backlash Blues</b><br /> <br /> Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash<br /> Just who do think I am,<br /> You raise my taxes, freeze my wages<br /> And send my son to Vietnam.<br /> <br /> You give me second class houses<br /> And second class schools,<br /> Do you think that all a colored folks<br /> Are just second class fools,<br /> Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you<br /> With the backlash blues.<br /> <br /> When I try to find a job<br /> To earn a little cash,<br /> All you got to offer<br /> Is your mean old white backlash,<br /> But the world is big<br /> Big and bright and round,<br /> And it's full of folks like me<br /> Who are black, yellow, beige and brown,<br /> Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you<br /> With the backlash blues.<br /> <br /> (guitar solo)<br /> <br /> Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash<br /> Just what do you think I got to lose,<br /> I'm gonna leave you<br /> With the backlash blues,<br /> You're the one will have the blues<br /> Not me, just wait and see.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-5702706358143860676?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NAv9qKKurHZYMV9yukfMBeH1Gjw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NAv9qKKurHZYMV9yukfMBeH1Gjw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NAv9qKKurHZYMV9yukfMBeH1Gjw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NAv9qKKurHZYMV9yukfMBeH1Gjw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/rbY8ibtbOLA" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/backlash-blues-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-22413018162661076722010-05-20T10:12:00.000-07:002010-05-20T10:12:26.679-07:002010-05-20T10:12:26.679-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> My Man's Gone Now<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 04:16<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 05<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>My Man's Gone Now</b><br /> <br /> My Man's gone now<br /> Ain't no use a listenin'<br /> For his tired footsteps<br /> Climbin' up the stairs.<br /> <br /> Old man sorrows<br /> Come to keep me company<br /> Whisperin' beside me<br /> When I say my prayers<br /> When I say my prayers.<br /> <br /> He come around<br /> He come up, he come around<br /> Ain't that I mind workin'<br /> Workin' means travelers<br /> Journeyin' together<br /> To the promised land.<br /> <br /> But old man sorrow<br /> Mountin' all the way with me<br /> Tell me that I'm old now<br /> Since I lose my man<br /> Since I lose my man.<br /> <br /> Since I lose my man.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-2241301816266107672?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wvUZXKQYFIXFupOmIGZ_DCWED4c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wvUZXKQYFIXFupOmIGZ_DCWED4c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wvUZXKQYFIXFupOmIGZ_DCWED4c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wvUZXKQYFIXFupOmIGZ_DCWED4c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/AhzB88u7CW8" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mans-gone-now-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-25478913092713078552010-05-20T10:10:00.000-07:002010-05-20T10:10:28.614-07:002010-05-20T10:10:28.614-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Real/dp/B00137TIJI?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Real Real</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137TIJI" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:21<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 04<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Real Real</b><br /> <br /> I say real, real<br /> Our love is real to me,<br /> It thrills me<br /> With perfect liberty,<br /> When you tell me you love me<br /> And you hold me and kiss me,<br /> Then I know it's real, real<br /> It's so real to me.<br /> <br /> I say real, real<br /> Our love is real to me,<br /> Please thrill me<br /> With your kisses sweet,<br /> Tell your papa and your mama<br /> One day soon we're gonna<br /> Have a great weddin' day<br /> It's so real to me.<br /> <br /> I say real, real<br /> Out love is real to me<br /> It gives me perfect liberty<br /> When you tell me you love me<br /> And you hold me and kiss me,<br /> Then I know it's real<br /> It's so real to me.<br /> <br /> I say real now, real<br /> It's so real to me,<br /> Please thrill me<br /> With your kisses sweet,<br /> Tell your papa and your mama<br /> One day soon we're gonna<br /> Have a great weddin' day<br /> It's so real, so real<br /> So real, so real<br /> It’s so real, so real<br /> It's so real to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-2547891309271307855?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/taeDF1gLPpLebCa-7MonMiB8DG4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/taeDF1gLPpLebCa-7MonMiB8DG4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/taeDF1gLPpLebCa-7MonMiB8DG4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/taeDF1gLPpLebCa-7MonMiB8DG4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/2xZE07nHsb0" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/real-real-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-42861594082454297602010-05-19T07:54:00.000-07:002010-05-19T07:54:20.665-07:002010-05-19T07:54:20.665-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Original-Master-Mix/dp/B00137VKUI?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">In The Dark</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137VKUI" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:56<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 03<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>In The Dark</b><br /> <br /> In the dark<br /> It's just you and I,<br /> Not a sound<br /> Their's not one sigh,<br /> Just the beat of my poor heart<br /> In the dark.<br /> <br /> Now, in the dark, in the dark<br /> I get such a thrill,<br /> When he presses his fingertips<br /> Upon my lips<br /> And he begs me to please keep still<br /> In the dark.<br /> <br /> But soon<br /> This dance will be endin'<br /> And you're gonna be missed<br /> Gee, I'm not pretendin'<br /> 'Cause I swear it's fun<br /> Fun to be kissed.<br /> <br /> In the dark<br /> Now we will find,<br /> What the rest<br /> Have left behind,<br /> Just let them dance<br /> We're gonna find romance,<br /> Lord, in the dark.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-4286159408245429760?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hKBcaBQo6IJbsjO4tXUvEStYhYA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hKBcaBQo6IJbsjO4tXUvEStYhYA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hKBcaBQo6IJbsjO4tXUvEStYhYA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hKBcaBQo6IJbsjO4tXUvEStYhYA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/sfbfnQhqp9E" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-dark-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-43886814292826563312010-05-19T07:52:00.000-07:002010-05-19T07:52:20.442-07:002010-05-19T07:52:20.442-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Day-And-Night/dp/B00137XPE2?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Day And Night</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137XPE2" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:34<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 02<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Day And Night</b><br /> <br /> When you like a fellow<br /> Try to treat him right,<br /> Give him your attention<br /> Day and night.<br /> <br /> When he starts to smilin'<br /> And he's got you uptight,<br /> Shower him with kisses<br /> Day and night.<br /> <br /> Tell him how you love him,<br /> Tell him he's out of sight,<br /> Then he'll know you dig him<br /> Day and night.<br /> <br /> If he wants to leave you<br /> And you think he might,<br /> Beg him not to leave you<br /> Day and night.<br /> <br /> Tell him that you're lonely,<br /> Tell him that you're cold,<br /> Tell him that you need him<br /> Here to (satisfy your soul).<br /> <br /> If he likes to dance now<br /> Tell you what you do,<br /> When you see him comin' down the street<br /> You start to (do the bungaloo).<br /> <br /> Oh no, even when he's wrong<br /> Tell him that he's right,<br /> You can take the blame<br /> Both day and night.<br /> <br /> When you like a fellow<br /> Try to treat him right,<br /> Give him your attention<br /> Day and night.<br /> <br /> When he starts to smilin'<br /> And he's got you uptight,<br /> Shower him with kisses<br /> Day and night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-4388681429282656331?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kmDtJ8NptRCbHMXRCi586AeVrF4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kmDtJ8NptRCbHMXRCi586AeVrF4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kmDtJ8NptRCbHMXRCi586AeVrF4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kmDtJ8NptRCbHMXRCi586AeVrF4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/g-ORM-vYePE" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-and-night-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-91289770519660488802010-05-19T07:47:00.000-07:002010-05-19T07:47:26.362-07:002010-05-19T07:47:26.362-07:00<a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/n/nina-simone/album-nina-simone-sings-the-blues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Nina Simone<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Nina-Simone-Sings-Blues/dp/B000CNE164?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Sings The Blues</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000CNE164" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> RCA<br /> <b>Year:</b> 2006<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Do-I-Move-You/dp/B00137VKLC?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Do I Move You?</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137VKLC" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:45<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 01<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Do I Move You?</b><br /> <br /> Do I move you, are you willin'?<br /> Do I groove you, is it thrillin'?<br /> Do I soothe you, tell the truth now<br /> Do I move you, are you loose now?<br /> The answer better be (yes, yes)<br /> That pleases me.<br /> <br /> Are you ready for this action?<br /> Does it give you satisfaction?<br /> Are you hip to what I'm sayin'?<br /> If you are then let's start swayin'<br /> The answer better be (yes, yes)<br /> That pleases me.<br /> <br /> When I touch you do you quiver?<br /> Form your head down to your liver?<br /> If you like it let me know it<br /> Don't be psychic or you'll blow it<br /> The answer better be (yes, yes)<br /> That pleases me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-9128977051966048880?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wf4s4nep0bVTkwet3r0DQi-9T4k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wf4s4nep0bVTkwet3r0DQi-9T4k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wf4s4nep0bVTkwet3r0DQi-9T4k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wf4s4nep0bVTkwet3r0DQi-9T4k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/KR5wh_5hVh4" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-i-move-you-nina-simone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-56809249944579655572010-05-15T00:03:00.000-07:002010-05-15T00:03:00.040-07:002010-05-15T00:03:00.040-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Blind Willie McTell<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Definitive-Blind-Willie-McTell/dp/B0000028WJ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Definitive Blind Willie McTell</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000028WJ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /> (CD 2)</i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Sony<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1994<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> East St. Louis Blues<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:52<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 20<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>East St. Louis Blues</b><br /> <br /> I walked all the way from East Saint Louis<br /> I never had but that one, one thin dime,<br /> I laid my head in a New York woman's lap<br /> She laid her little cute head in mine.<br /> <br /> She tried to make me bleed by the rattlings of her tongue<br /> The sun would never, never shine,<br /> I pawned my sword and I pawned my chain<br /> Well I pawned myself but I fell to shame.<br /> <br /> I tried to see you in the fall<br /> When you didn't have no man at all,<br /> I'd love to meet you in the spring <br /> when the bluebird's almost ready to sing<br /> Faree, honey, faree well!<br /> <br /> You can shake like a cannon ball<br /> Get out and learn that old Georgia crawl<br /> Faree, honey, faree well!<br /> <br /> (Play it boy)<br /> <br /> And I laid my head in a barroom door<br /> And I can't get drunk, drunk no more,<br /> Now if you can't do the sugary <br /> Get yourself on out of this house to me<br /> Faree, baby, faree well!<br /> <br /> I tried to see you in the spring <br /> When the bluebird's almost ready to sing<br /> Faree, honey, faree well!<br /> <br /> And I walked on back to East Saint Louis<br /> Never had but that one, one thin dime.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-5680924994457965557?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3OdUxLS4_0m-wv-2oyFx3jpszeA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3OdUxLS4_0m-wv-2oyFx3jpszeA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3OdUxLS4_0m-wv-2oyFx3jpszeA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3OdUxLS4_0m-wv-2oyFx3jpszeA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/0eVjcDw9iaA" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/east-st-louis-blues-blind-willie-mctell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-15146075571508157012010-05-15T00:02:00.000-07:002010-05-15T00:02:00.240-07:002010-05-15T00:02:00.240-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Blind Willie McTell<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Definitive-Blind-Willie-McTell/dp/B0000028WJ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Definitive Blind Willie McTell</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000028WJ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /> (CD 2)</i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Sony<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1994<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> B & O Blues #2<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 03:02<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 14<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>B & O Blues #2</b><br /> <br /> I'm gon' grab me a train, I'm goin' back to Baltimore,<br /> Well I'm gon' grab me a train, goin' back to Baltimore,<br /> I'm gonna find my baby, 'cause she rode that B & O.<br /> <br /> I'm goin' to act like a rambler and I can't stay home no more,<br /> I'm goin' to act like a rambler and I can't stay home no more,<br /> 'Cause the gal I love she rode that B & O.<br /> <br /> She said: "Daddy, I'm leavin' and I can't come back no more",<br /> She said: "Daddy, I'm leavin' and I can't come back no more",<br /> And if she don't come back, I'm goin' down in Ohio.<br /> <br /> (Ah, play it now, you'd feel bad when she should leave you too…<br /> Trouble, boy, trouble.)<br /> <br /> I never would have thought that my baby would treat me so,<br /> Well, I never would have thought that my baby would treat me so,<br /> Ah, she broke my heart, when she grabbed that B & O.<br /> <br /> Now she wants to come back and I can't use that child no more (not at all),<br /> Now she wants to come back and I can't use that child no more,<br /> 'Cause I got another hot mama and she lives in Baltimore.<br /> <br /> (Play it a little bit now boy…stand by you gonna hear it again, next year...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-1514607557150815701?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_eBQQyU8n0oKZ3LGoDBXg3xbA6s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_eBQQyU8n0oKZ3LGoDBXg3xbA6s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_eBQQyU8n0oKZ3LGoDBXg3xbA6s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_eBQQyU8n0oKZ3LGoDBXg3xbA6s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/5raJrbgf3UE" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/b-o-blues-2-blind-willie-mctell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-35884583276942585852010-05-15T00:01:00.000-07:002010-05-15T00:01:00.542-07:002010-05-15T00:01:00.542-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Blind Willie McTell<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Definitive-Blind-Willie-McTell/dp/B0000028WJ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Definitive Blind Willie McTell</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000028WJ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /> (CD 2)</i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Sony<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1994<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> Death Room Blues #1<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:51<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 09<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Death Room Blues #1</b><br /> <br /> Tombstones is my pillow, cold grounds is my bed,<br /> Tombstones is my pillow, cold grounds is my bed,<br /> The blue skies is my blanket and the moonlight is my spread.<br /> <br /> Early one morning death walked into my room,<br /> Early one morning death walked into my room,<br /> Oh, well it took my dear mother, early one morning soon.<br /> <br /> She left me moanin' and cryin', moanin' like a turtledove,<br /> She left me moanin' and cryin', moanin' like a turtledove,<br /> Death walked in and got my dear mother and the only friend I loved.<br /> <br /> Mmm, eehh, eehh, eehh, cryin' Lord have mercy, and she was the only friend I loved<br /> <br /> Ever since my mother died and left me all alone,<br /> Ever since my mother died and left me all alone,<br /> All my friends have forsaken me, people I haven't even got no home.<br /> <br /> Mmm, feel like moanin' and cryin',<br /> Mmm, feel like moanin' and cryin',<br /> Death walked in and got my mother and that was the only dear friend of mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-3588458327694258585?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cx4LpizRdWDwQo_LhVMmMWTv-Kw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cx4LpizRdWDwQo_LhVMmMWTv-Kw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cx4LpizRdWDwQo_LhVMmMWTv-Kw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cx4LpizRdWDwQo_LhVMmMWTv-Kw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/cY7xoMcNtds" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-room-blues-1-blind-willie-mctell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-71991230376867799262010-05-14T00:04:00.000-07:002010-05-14T00:04:00.084-07:002010-05-14T00:04:00.084-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Blind Willie McTell<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Definitive-Blind-Willie-McTell/dp/B0000028WJ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Definitive Blind Willie McTell</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000028WJ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /> (CD 2)</i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Sony<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1994<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> Love Makin' Mama #2<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:56<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 07<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Love Makin' Mama #2</b><br /> <br /> You may fall from the mountain, drown in the deep blue sea,<br /> You ain't did the right fallin', till you fall in love with me,<br /> You's a love makin' mama, sweet as you can be,<br /> Ah, you may be a little rockin', but baby you all right with me.<br /> <br /> Now for your love baby, I'll be your slave,<br /> When Gabriel blows his trumpet, I rise from my grave,<br /> 'Cause you's a love makin' mama, sweet as you can be,<br /> Ah, you may be a little rockin', but baby you all right with me.<br /> <br /> Now I'm goin' to put in my order mama for two weeks ahead,<br /> I'd rather eat your cookin' than my own home bread,<br /> You's a love makin' mama, sweet as you can be,<br /> Ah, you may be a little rockin', but baby you all right with me.<br /> <br /> (Aw, play it, that's the way I like it.)<br /> <br /> Now I give you all my money, your clothes I dye,<br /> I give you my lovin' baby till the day I die,<br /> You's a love makin' mama, sweet as you can be,<br /> Ah, you may be a little rockin', but honey you all right with me.<br /> <br /> Now from your feet baby to the top of your head,<br /> I'll give you my lovin' till the day I'm dead,<br /> Sweet lovin' mama, sweet as you can be,<br /> You may be a little rockin', but honey you all right with me.<br /> <br /> Love makin' mama, sweet as you can be<br /> You may be a little rockin', but baby you all right with me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-7199123037686779926?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ucm-Uuixwinn8EdF7tuam9pC0qY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ucm-Uuixwinn8EdF7tuam9pC0qY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ucm-Uuixwinn8EdF7tuam9pC0qY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ucm-Uuixwinn8EdF7tuam9pC0qY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/epk-PF-eO-Y" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-makin-mama-2-blind-willie-mctell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-77380674267265998582010-05-14T00:03:00.000-07:002010-05-14T00:03:00.087-07:002010-05-14T00:03:00.087-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Blind Willie McTell<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Definitive-Blind-Willie-McTell/dp/B0000028WJ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Definitive Blind Willie McTell</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000028WJ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /> (CD 1)</i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Sony<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1994<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Kind-Mama/dp/B0013AMVEE?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Kind Mama</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0013AMVEE" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:58<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 04<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Kind Mama</b><br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man,<br /> She ain't got nobody to hold her hand<br /> <br /> Way down yonder on Cripple Creek<br /> Hemp don't grow but sixteen feet<br /> Would go to bed but it ain't no use<br /> They pile up on the bed like chickens on a roost.<br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man<br /> And she ain't got nobody to hold her hand<br /> <br /> The rooster chew tobacco and the hen dip snuff<br /> Said he can't shimmy but he struts his stuff.<br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man<br /> And she ain't got nobody to hold her hand.<br /> <br /> See that fella with that derby on<br /> Look good to me just as sure as you're born<br /> I'll tell you the truth and it's a natural fact<br /> Shoulda been a rule 'gainst being that black.<br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man<br /> <br /> (Play that boy)<br /> <br /> See that fellow that's standing right there<br /> He don't live here but he's somewhere<br /> Little patch of hair right around his mouth<br /> Like he swallowed a mule and left his tail hanging out.<br /> <br /> Real kind mama looking for another man<br /> She ain't got nobody to hold her hand.<br /> <br /> Wake up in the morning at a half past three<br /> Thanks pretty mama done put out what I need.<br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man<br /> <br /> Soon in the morning at half past four<br /> Hot shot rider rappin' at her door.<br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man<br /> She ain't got nobody in town to hold her hand.<br /> <br /> Went to the door and the door was locked<br /> Think that baby tryin' to eagle rock.<br /> <br /> She's a real kind mama looking for another man,<br /> Real kind mama looking for another man,<br /> And she ain't got nobody here to hold her hand.<br /> <br /> (guitar solo)<br /> <br /> Kind mama looking for another man.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-7738067426726599858?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J3AvHfm2g1dkhVV2_-NeaonQZk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J3AvHfm2g1dkhVV2_-NeaonQZk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J3AvHfm2g1dkhVV2_-NeaonQZk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J3AvHfm2g1dkhVV2_-NeaonQZk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/P_I0muQOSYM" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/kind-mama-blind-willie-mctell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-47954237487797623722010-05-14T00:02:00.000-07:002010-05-14T00:02:00.145-07:002010-05-14T00:02:00.145-07:00<a href="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://dkpresents.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/mctell-blind-willie-552-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Blind Willie McTell<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Definitive-Blind-Willie-McTell/dp/B0000028WJ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Definitive Blind Willie McTell</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000028WJ" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /> (CD 1)</i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Sony<br /> <b>Year:</b> 1994<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Come-Around-My-House-Mama/dp/B0013AMVB2?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">Come On Around To My House Mama</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0013AMVB2" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /><br /> <b>Duration:</b> 03:03<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 03<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Come On Around To My House Mama</b><br /> <br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me,<br /> Call me a hotshot rider and a cheater, colored from Tennessee,<br /> Take it easy, don't get rough, just wanna tell you that I know my stuff,<br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me,<br /> In the evening, ain't nobody home but me,<br /> In the morning, ain't nobody there but me.<br /> <br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me,<br /> That's why you hear me screaming and crying, going back to Tennessee,<br /> Can't read and write, can't spell my name, I can really drive your man's heart insane,<br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me,<br /> I mean, ain't nobody there but me.<br /> <br /> I love my corn and I love my booze, I really give your man the blues,<br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me,<br /> I mean, ain't nobody there but me,<br /> Pull down your window, lock up your blind,<br /> I'll tell you something that'll change your mind.<br /> <br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me,<br /> Late at night, ain't nobody there but me.<br /> <br /> Went to the door, the door was locked,<br /> Think my baby done changed the lock,<br /> Come on around to my house baby, ain't nobody there but me,<br /> That's why you hear me moaning, going back to Tennessee,<br /> Wake up in the morning 'bout half past three,<br /> Think my baby done pooped on me<br /> <br /> Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me,<br /> In the evening, ain't nobody home but me,<br /> In the morning, ain't nobody there but me,<br /> I'm by myself, ain't nobody home but me.<br /> <br /> (Play for the last time boy)<br /> <br /> Ain't nobody home but me<br /> You hear me talking, ain't nobody there but me<br /> About now, ain't nobody there but me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-4795423748779762372?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jdnAozulMs3WL83EcxltMKWYnQI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jdnAozulMs3WL83EcxltMKWYnQI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jdnAozulMs3WL83EcxltMKWYnQI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jdnAozulMs3WL83EcxltMKWYnQI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/O1z-umRiC8Q" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-on-around-to-my-house-mama-blind.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928995005309110801.post-35326751937496749952010-05-14T00:01:00.000-07:002010-05-14T00:01:02.359-07:002010-05-14T00:01:02.359-07:00<a href="http://static.rateyourmusic.com/album_images/s190495.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://static.rateyourmusic.com/album_images/s190495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> <b>Artist:</b> Bukka White<br /> <b>Album:</b> <i><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Sessions-1930-1940-Bukka-White/dp/B000001BLU?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdimosblbl-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">The Complete Sessions 1930-1940</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdimosblbl-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000001BLU" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /></i><br /> <b>Label:</b> Travelin' Man <br /> <b>Year:</b> 1976<br /> <b>Song Title:</b> Bukka's Jitterbug Swing<br /> <b>Duration:</b> 02:42<br /> <b>Track #:</b> 13<br /> <br /> <br /> <b>Bukka's Jitterbug Swing</b><br /> <br /> Hey, come on you women, let's do the Jitterbug swing,<br /> Come on you women, let's do the Jitterbug swing,<br /> When you do the Jitterbug swing then you know you will be doing a thing.<br /> <br /> Hey, I can't stand it long, I'm telling you women, I can't stand it long,<br /> Hey, every time I ask you, you won't let me follow you home,<br /> You must have some rounder, lyin' in your arms.<br /> <br /> (guitar solo)<br /> <br /> Hey, you women workin' on my nerves,<br /> Hey, you women workin' on my nerves,<br /> Hey, you gonna drive me in my blood.<br /> <br /> (guitar solo)<br /> <br /> Hey, please, m'am, don't say, "Uh uh".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928995005309110801-3532675193749674995?l=dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qcyjybEc_KWYHT8Vgihh7KAHOx8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qcyjybEc_KWYHT8Vgihh7KAHOx8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qcyjybEc_KWYHT8Vgihh7KAHOx8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qcyjybEc_KWYHT8Vgihh7KAHOx8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/vtXQ/~4/DU3XId0w9eI" height="1" width="1"/>Dimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882302731666671530noreply@blogger.com0http://dimosblueslyrics.blogspot.com/2010/05/bukkas-jitterbug-swing-bukka-white.html