The Blues a brief History of the Blues by Robert M. Baker
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- The Same Thing
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- Who Do You Love
- I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl
Seventh Son by Willie Dixon Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one they call the seventh son Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I can do things for you that make your heart feel glad Look at the skies and predict the rain I can tell when a woman's got another man I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one they call the seventh son Now I can hold you close and I can squeeze you tight And I can make you cry for me both day and night And I can heal the sick and even raise the dead And make you little girls talk out of your head I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one they call the seventh son Now I can talk these words that sound so sweet I can make your little heart even skip a beat I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one they call the seventh son Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one they call the seventh son The Same Thing by Willie Dixon What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same old thing that makes the tomcats fight all night Why do all these men try to run these big-legged women down Why do all these men try to run these big-legged women down Must be the same old thing that makes the bulldog pit the hound Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing Why do we feel so good when our woman wear her evenin' gown Why do I feel so good when my baby get her evening gown Must be the same old thing that makes the preacher throw his bible down Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same old thing that makes the tomcats fight all night Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing The whole world fightin' 'bout the same thing You Need Love by Willie Dixon You've got yearnin' and I got burnin' Baby you look so sweet and cunning Baby way down inside, woman you need love Woman you need love, you've got to have some love I'm gonna give you some love, I know you need love You just gotta have love, you make me feel so good You make me feel all right, you're so nice, you're so nice You're frettin', and I'm petting A lot of good things you ain't getting Baby, way down inside, you need love You need to be hugged and squeezed real tight, by the light of the moon on some summer night You need love and kissing too, all these things are good for you I ain't foolin' you need schoolin' Baby you know you need coolin' Baby, way down inside, woman you need love Eternity by Willie Dixon I'm lookin' out my window I watch the clouds go by I look to see eternity The endless rolling sky You cannot think of eternity Think of it like time You try to think, you try to count You just mess up your mind Eternity, eternity Honey, I love you, you love me Let's love each other through eternity Since before man could see There was eternity After man is come and gone Eternity lingers on, eternity lingers on Everything crawl, creep, or fly Just live until they die I love you, honey you love me Let's love each other through eternity Eternity, eternity I love you, you love me Let's love each other through eternity Through eternity Well I think about life, we don't know Whether it all could be in vain Look through time, it's for sure It's the greatest gift to man Music and Love, you can't explain Try and understand The greatest thing could ever be We make love through eternity Make love through eternity When the world think our defeat Think that we are gone We'll still have our place of peace Our love will linger on, linger on We won't care just what who said If it's truth or lie We'll still have our greatest gift Our love won't ever die Love won't ever die Love won't ever die Background Bob Weir told a nice story about the writing of this song in an interview with David Gans on "Dead To The World" on KPFA: One of the reasons that Willie wanted to work with us is he wanted to sort of bust out of the blues bag. And he wanted to go into, you know, some more extended chord changes and stuff like that. And so we started working this thing up, and he liked it, and he started writing stuff. And by the time we had sort of fluffed up a verse and a chorus, musically, he handed me a sheet of paper. "Now, you go ahead and sing this." And I was reading it, and it was so simple, and I was thinking to myself, this is awful simple, this is really pretty simple-minded stuff. And it's really a great honor to be working with the legendary Willie Dixon and stuff like that, but you know, maybe he's gettin' old or something like that. Maybe he doesn't have the grip that he used to have, the edge that he used to have. And he was sitting back there, saying, "Go ahead and sing it now. You know, you play it and sing it, too." And so I figured, well, I gotta to that, you know. We're working with him. And so we started playin' it. And I read the lyrics off the page, and when I was done, I was transported somewhere else. I was speechless at what had just happened. Just the elegance of the statement that had just come through my lips. And he'd been watching me. You know, he's an old guy, he's seen me go through all these changes, he'd been watching me. And so, I'm sitting there with my mouth open and my eyes just sort of *wide* open, and he's just crackin' up. "Now you see, now that's the wisdom of the blues." Rollin' Stone by Muddy Waters Well, I wish I was a catfish, swimmin in a oh, deep, blue sea I would have all you good lookin women, fishin, fishin after me Sure 'nough, a-after me Sure 'nough, a-after me Oh 'nough, oh 'nough, sure 'nough I went to my baby's house, and I sit down oh, on her steps. She said, "Now, come on in now, Muddy You know, my husband just now left Sure 'nough, he just now left Sure 'nough, he just now left" Sure 'nough, oh well, oh well Well, my mother told my father, just before hmmm, I was born, "I got a boy child's comin, He's gonna be, he's gonna be a rollin stone, Sure 'nough, he's a rollin stone Sure 'nough, he's a rollin stone" Oh well he's a, oh well he's a, oh well he's a Well, I feel, yes I feel, feel that I could lay down oh, time ain't long I'm gonna catch the first thing smokin, back, back down the road I'm goin Back down the road I'm goin Back down the road I'm goin Sure 'nough back, sure 'nough back She's Nineteen Years Old by Muddy Waters I'm gonna say somethin' to you I don't care how you feel You just don't realize You got yourself a good deal She's nineteen years old And got ways just like a baby child Nothin' I can do to please her To make this young woman feel satisfied I'm gonna say this to you I don't care if you get mad You about the prettiest little girl That I ever had She's nineteen years old And got ways just like a baby child Nothin' I can do to please her To make this young woman feel satisfied (What kind of woman is that?) Can't ask her where she's going She tells me where she's been She starts a conversation That don't have no end She's nineteen years old And got ways just like a baby child Nothin' I can do to please her Whoah, yeah! Whoah, yeah! Whoah, yeah! To make this young woman feel satisfied Smokestack Lighting by Howlin' Wolf Ah, oh, smokestack lightning Shinin', just like gold Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Ah, whoo hoo, ooh... Whoo... Whoa, oh, tell me, baby What's the, matter with you? Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo hoo, whoo hoo Whoo... Whoa, oh, tell me, baby Where did ya, stay last night? A-why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo hoo, whoo hoo Whoo... Whoa, oh, stop your train Let her, go for a ride Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo hoo, whoo hoo Whoo... Whoa, oh, fare ya well Never see, ah, you no more Ah, why don't ya hear me cryin'? Ooh, whoo hoo, whoo hoo Whoo... Whoa, oh, who been here baby since I, I been gone, a little, bitty boy? Girl, be on Ah, whoo hoo, whoo hoo Who Do You Love? by Bo Diddley I walk 47 miles of barbed wire, I use a cobra-snake for a necktie, I got a brand new house on the roadside, Made from rattlesnake hide, I got a brand new chimney made on top, Made out of human skull, Now come on take a walk with me, Arlene, And tell me, who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, Just 22 and I don't mind dying. Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? I rode around the town, use a rattlesnake whip, Take it easy Arlene, don't give me no lip, Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Night was dark, but the sky was blue, Down the alley, the ice-wagon flew, Heard a bump, and somebody screamed, You should have heard just what I seen. Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Arlene took me by my hand, And she said oowee Bo, you know I understand. Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? I'm a Man by Bo Diddley Now when I was a little boy, At the age of five, I had somethin' in my pocket, Keep a lot of folks alive. Now I'm a man, Made twenty-one, You know baby, We can have a lot of fun. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. All you pretty women, Stand in line, I can make love to you baby, In an hour's time. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. I'm goin' back down, To Kansas to Bring back the second cousin, Little John the conqueroo. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. The line I shoot, Will never miss, The way I make love to 'em, They can't resist. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl by Nina Simone I want a little sugar in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin' Oh so bad Feel so lonely and I feel so sad I want a little steam on my clothes Maybe I could fix things up so they'll go Whatsa matter Daddy Come on, save my soul Drop a little sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' Drop a little sugar in my bowl Well I want a little sugar in my bowl Well I want a little sweetness down in my soul You been acting strangely I've been told Move me Daddy I want some sugar in my bowl I want a little steam on my clothes Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go Whatsa matter Daddy Come on save my soul Drop a little sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' Drop some sugar- yeah- in my bowl. 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