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Blues At Sunset (1973)
1973
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Got to Be Some Changes Made
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Watermelon Man
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. . .


Now, this tune here should be easy for you to deal with
All you gotta do is, is remember back home, you know what I mean
When you was sitting out behind the house
Or practicing on your own guit feble

Tryin' to get things together
And you couldn't make in up your mind
You kinda half-way knew what you wanted to do
But, but you didn't have it all together, you know

But you didn't know you wanted to travel
Ain't that right!
Yeah, I remember them days real good
I know

Didn't have really many clothes
I didn't know nobody to call, to sing for you
So you had to get out there in no time
You know, so

You don't make no tiffanies, you say, "I'm goin'
And I know I got a great time, but I'm goin' anyway"
Whatever happens, what happens?
Whatever happens, I gotta pay my dues somewhere
Listen

Dreamed that I was lucky
But I woke up cold in hand, yeah
Hey, I dreamed that I was lucky, darlin'
But I woke up cold in hand, yeah, yeah

I dreamed I had you all by myself
But now I know you found you another man, yeah

Oh, that's why I wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah

You know I haven't got so many
But I got so far to go, yeah

Yes, you got a good woman
You better pin her to your side, yeah
Hey, if you gotta good lady, fellow
You better pin'er up to your side, yeah, yeah

Because if she flag my train, buddy
I'm bound to let her ride well

Oh, that's why I wonder
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah

You know I haven't got so many
But I got so far to go, yeah, ain't that right?

I see you might do something with it
I hope so
Yeah, take it
You know, fix it like it you want

. . .

Got to Be Some Changes Made

[No lyrics]

. . .


If you're down and out and you feel real hurt
Come on over to the place where I live
And all your loneliness I'll try to soothe
I'll play the blues for you

Don't be afraid come on in
You might run across some of your old friends


All your loneliness I gotta soothe
I'll play the blues for you

I got no big name and I ain't no big star
I play the blues for you on my guitar
All your loneliness I'll try to soothe
I 'll play the blues for you

. . .


I should-a quit you, along time ago
I should-a quit you, baby, along time ago
I should-a quit you baby, an' went on to Mexico

If I had-a followed, my first mind
If I had-a followed, my first mind
I would-a been gone, yeah, my second time

Yeah!


I should-a went on, when my friend come from Mexico an' me
I should-a went on baby, when my friend come from Mexico an' me
No foolin' 'round 'wit cha' darling, you got me on the killin' floor

God knows, I should-a been gone
God knows, I should-a been gone
No foolin' 'round wit' cha baby
I let you put me on the killin' floor

. . .


I went to work this mo'nin'My foreman looked me in the eyeHe said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya,But you look sick enough to die"
He sent me to the company doctorAnd he examined from head to toe"Whatever's wrong with ya, young man,My x-rays just won't show"
I say, angel of mercyWon't you please look down on me?Angel of mercyA little mercy is all I need
The finance companyThey just don't receive my checkThey say they want a payment by FridayOr they want all-a the furniture back
I went to the credit unionTo try to get myself a loanThey said, "I would let ya have it young man,But we hear that you won't be workin' here much longer

Angel of mercyWon't you please look down on me?Oh, angel of mercyA little mercy is all I need
Lord have mercy! Oh angel! Oh!
Oh!
Cut my lights off this mo'nin'They set my furniture out doorsI was listenin' to the weatherman 'while agoAn' he's says it's gonna rain an'snow
My daughter's got pneumoniaAn' my son is down with the fluMy whole family's sufferin' from malnutritionAnd I can't even 'fford them soup
I say, angel of mercyWon't you please look down on me?Oh, angel of mercyA little mercy is all I need

. . .


Now, this tune here should be easy for you to deal with
All you gotta do is, is remember back home, you know what I mean
When you was sitting out behind the house
Or practicing on your own guit feble

Tryin' to get things together
And you couldn't make in up your mind
You kinda half-way knew what you wanted to do
But, but you didn't have it all together, you know

But you didn't know you wanted to travel
Ain't that right!
Yeah, I remember them days real good
I know

Didn't have really many clothes
I didn't know nobody to call, to sing for you
So you had to get out there in no time
You know, so

You don't make no tiffanies, you say, "I'm goin'
And I know I got a great time, but I'm goin' anyway"
Whatever happens, what happens?
Whatever happens, I gotta pay my dues somewhere
Listen

Dreamed that I was lucky
But I woke up cold in hand, yeah
Hey, I dreamed that I was lucky, darlin'
But I woke up cold in hand, yeah, yeah

I dreamed I had you all by myself
But now I know you found you another man, yeah

Oh, that's why I wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah

You know I haven't got so many
But I got so far to go, yeah

Yes, you got a good woman
You better pin her to your side, yeah
Hey, if you gotta good lady, fellow
You better pin'er up to your side, yeah, yeah

Because if she flag my train, buddy
I'm bound to let her ride well

Oh, that's why I wonder
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah

You know I haven't got so many
But I got so far to go, yeah, ain't that right?

I see you might do something with it
I hope so
Yeah, take it
You know, fix it like it you want

. . .

Watermelon Man

[No lyrics]

. . .


Laying around home alone
On a rainy night like this
Starving for your love
Hungry for just one kiss
Every raindrop I hear
On my window pane yeah
Beats so loud and clear
Why does it tell your name?
I got nowhere to turn to
Tired of being alone
I feel like breaking up somebody's home
I know it's useless
Hanging on to you
When you belong to someone else
Can't control the feelin'
Cause after all I didn't make it myself

Last night I cried so hard
I believe I caught a chill
Can't control the vibration
My heart just won't stand still
Got nowhere to turn to
I'm tired of being alone
I feel like breaking up somebody's home

I know you hear me talkin'
I know it's useless
Hanging on to you
When you belong to someone else
Can't control the vibration
Cause after all I didn't make it myself
Got nowhere to turn to
I'm tired of being alone
I feel like breaking up somebody's home

. . .


They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad

Lord and Wednesday's worse, Thursday's oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play
The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play

Sunday I go to church, I get down to pray
Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me

You know I tryin', tryin' to find my baby
Please send her on home to me

. . .


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