Lyrics

Stop Breaking Down

Every time I’m walkin’ down the streets
Some pretty mama start breakin’ down with me
Stop breakin’ down, yes stop breakin’ down
The stuff I got’ll bust your brains out, baby
It’ll make you lose your mind

I can’t walk the streets now con, consulate my mind
Some no-good woman she starts breakin’ down
Stop breakin’ down, please stop breakin’ down
The stuff I got it gon’ bust your brains out, baby
It’ll make you lose your mind

Now, you Saturday night women’s, you love to ape and clown
You won’t do nothin’ but tear a good man reputation down
Stop breakin’ down, please stop breakin’ down
The stuff I got’ll bust your brains out, baby
It’ll make you lose your mind

Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree
She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin’ down, please stop breakin’ down
Stuff I got’ll bust your brains out, baby
It’ll make you lose your mind

I can’t start walkin’ down the streets
But some pretty mama don’t start breakin’ down with me
Stop breakin’ down, yeah stop breakin’ down
The stuff I got’ll bust your brains out, baby
It’ll make you lose your mind

© Robert Johnson

Tougher Than Tough

Well, money’s getting cheaper, prices getting steeper
Found myself a woman, but I just couldn’t keep her

Time’s getting tougher than tough
Things getting rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spending the stubs

I can’t afford to live, but I guess I’ll have to try
Undertakers got a union and it cost too much to die

Time’s getting tougher than tough
Things getting rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spending the stubs

[Instrumental]

Well, politicians are telling folks to cut out on their meat
Why don’t they cut the prices and let the people eat?

Time’s getting tougher than tough
Things getting rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spending the stubs

© Jimmy Witherspoon

Strong Enough

God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I’d be the last to help you understand
‘Cause I ain’t strong enough to be your man
Oh no

I have a face I cannot show
I make the rules up as I go
Try and love me if you can
‘Cause I ain’t strong enough to be your man

Oh lie, lie to me
And I promise, that I’ll believe
Oh lie, lie to me
But please don’t leave me

When I’ve shown you that I just don’t care
Yeah, when I’m throwing punches in the air
Try and love me if you can
Because I ain’t strong enough to be your man
To be your man
To be your man

Lie, lie to me
And I promise I’ll believe
Oh lie, lie to me
But please don’t leave me

God I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I’ll be the last to help you understand
I ain’t strong enough to be your man
To be your man
To be your man

© Sheryl Crow

Mean Old World

This is a mean old world,
Tryin’ to live in by yourself
This is a mean old world,
Tryin’ to live in by yourself
Can’t get the one you’re lovin’,
Have to use somebody else

I’ve got the blues,
Gonna pack my things and go
Yes, I’ve got the blues,
Gonna pack my things and go
Well I guess you don’t love me,
You’re lovin’ Mr. So-And-So

Sometime I wonder why,
Can your love be so cold
Sometime I wonder why,
Can your love be so cold
Seem like to me you don’t want me,
I’m just an unlucky So-And-So

© Walter Jacobs

Mad Man Blues

I go home at night about half past four
All that knocking on my door

I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
Man don’t you know, don’t you know

I love these women, gonna treat them right
Ain’t gonna fuss and ain’t gonna fight

I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
Man don’t you know, don’t you know

I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
Man don’t you know, don’t you know

You beg me now baby and not before
I’m gonna come round and kick your door

I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues
Man don’t you know, don’t you know

© John Lee Hooker

Kind Hearted Woman

I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me
I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me
But these evil-hearted women, man, they will not let me be

I love my baby, my baby don’t love me
I love my baby, my baby don’t love me
But I really love that woman, can’t stand to leave her be

Ain’t but the one thing, makes Mister Johnson drink
I’s worried about how you treat me, baby, I begin to think
Oh, babe, my life don’t feel the same
You breaks my heart, when you call Mister So-and-So’s name

She’s a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time
She’s a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time
You well’s to kill me, as to have it on your mind

© Robert Johnson

Come Go Home With Me

Baby, come go home with me
Baby, come go home with me
I’ll make you just as happy as any woman can be
Yes I will

My mama told me, and papa too
Told me just how that a woman do
She’ll run you crazy one day
Crazy as a man can be
She said “Son, send a good one home to me”
Mama wanna chastise her

Long time, I see her that is workin’ her toes
She wanna dance, go ahead and dance girl
She can cut it, don’t you believe it?
Uh huh, I guess you see now
I wouldn’t lie for nothin’
Before I lie, I shed my mouth
I wouldn’t lie for nothin’
Before I lie, I shed my mouth
When my wife, she tell me said “You lyin’, Sam
Everytime you walk about”

Don’t call me no liar, make me mad
Got girls and old ladies, come on let’s dance too
That’s alright, and I’m gonna cut a step
She can’t cut, uh oh I like to fail
My back kinda hurts too
I bet I go to the doctor and see
What done happened to me

Got back from the doctor, huh
Yes I am, what’d he say?
I better be careful, sit down and don’t dance no more
He said I better be careful
Sit down and don’t dance no more
My wife, she told me the same thing
And I said “Shut up, before you
Find yourself getting up off the floor”
‘Cause I know she wasn’t no doctor

© Lightnin’ Hopkins

Aeroplane Blues

I’m gonna buy me an airplane
And I’m gonna fly all over your town
I’m gonna buy me an airplane
And I’m gonna fly all over your town
On account of the way you treat me
And the way you put me down

I’m gonna zoom into your bedroom
And make you scream and shout
I’m gonna zoom into your bedroom
And make you scream and shout
Yeah on account of the way you treat me baby
And the way you put me down

I’m gonna warm up my big engine
And aim in your direction
Hey yeah, I’m gonna warm up my big engine
Yeah and aim in your direction

You won’t be able to look in a mirror, baby
Without seeing my reflection
No you won’t

© Aynsley Lister

Empire State Express

I went down to the station
I leaned against the door
I went down to the station
I leaned against the door
You know I know the Empire State
Any time I hear her blow
Then I ask the depot agent
Let me ride, let me ride the blind
Oh depot agent
Please let me ride the blinds
He said I wouldn’t mind it son
But this empire state ain’t mine
You know he said I have an Empire State
She rides on eastern
She rides on eastern
Eastern time

She runs on ester time
She is the rollingest baby that runs on New York central line
Engineers
I said wasn’t me an old farmer
And I trust all engineers
You know they took my women away
Yes the engineers blow the whistle
The farmer only rung the bell
You know my women is on board
And she is waving back farewell
I’m going to tell you all
You on the train
You on the train
The train will do
And I’m gonna tell you all what I know the train will do
It will take your women away
And chop back smoke as you

© Son House

Crossroads

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, “Have mercy, now, save poor Bob if you please”

Ooh, standin’ at the crossroad, tried to flag a ride
Ooh-ee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn’t nobody seem to know me, babe, everybody pass me by

Standin’ at the crossroad, baby, risin’ sun goin’ down
Standin’ at the crossroad, baby, eee-eee, risin’ sun goin’ down
I believe to my soul, now, poor Bob is sinkin’ down

You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got the crossroad blues this mornin’, Lord, babe, I’m sinkin’ down

And I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, baby, I looked East and West
Lord, I didn’t have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress

© Robert Johnson

Walkin' Blues

I woke up this mornin’, feelin’ round for my shoes
Know ’bout ‘at I got these, old walkin’ blues
Woke up this mornin’, feelin’ round for my shoes
But you know ’bout ‘at I, got these old walkin’ blues

Lord, I feel like blowin’ my woh old lonesome horn
Got up this mornin’, my little Bernice was gone
Lord, I feel like blow ooohn’ my lonesome horn
Well I got up this mornin’ woh all I had was gone

Well ah leave this morn’ of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah
I’ve feel mistreated and I don’t mind dyin’
Leavin’ this morn’ ah, I have to ride a blind
Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don’t mind dyin’

Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain’t bad
Worst old feelin’ I most ever had, some
People tell me that these old worried old blues ain’t bad
It’s the worst old feelin’, I most ever had

She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh
(Spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey)
Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes

© Robert Johnson

As The Crow Flies

As the crow flies, baby
Well I ain’t too far from you
As the crow flies, baby
Well I ain’t too far from you
Yeah, but since I don’t have wings
Well I can’t get home as fast as I want to

Well, you don’t know, baby
I’ve missed your sweet caress
Well, you don’t know, mama
I’ve missed your sweet caress, oh yeah
Yeah, now when I’m in your lovin’ arms
Oh, I’m at my very best

In a dream last night
Well I heard you call my name
In a dream last night
Well I heard you call my name
Yeah, I took it as an omen
And I jumped on the very fast freight train

As the crow flies, baby
Well I ain’t too far from you, oh no no
As the crow flies, mama
Well I ain’t too far from you
Yeah, but since I don’t have wings
Well I can’t get home as fast as I want to

© Tony Joe White

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Supakev n Pilchards

Release Date : February 1, 2002
Catalog ref. : RUF 1074
Format : CD

Recorded live at South Parade Pier, Southsea, UK. by Steve Gladders
Mastered by Jesse Davey.

GUITAR & VOCALS – Aynsley Lister