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Albert King Album


I Wanna Get Funky (1974)
1974
1.
2.
Playing on Me
3.
4.
Til My Back Ain't Got No Bone
5.
Flat Tire
6.
I Can't Hear Nothing But the Blues
7.
Travelin' Man
8.
9.
. . .


Yeah,
I wanna get down

I wanna get funky
I wanna get down, yeah

I wanna get funky, yeah
You know, I wanna get down

Now listen to this:

When I leave work
My trouble is gone
I rush to my baby
Who's waiting at home

I wanna get funky, yeah yeah
I wanna get down
You know, I wanna get funky
I wanna get down

When I plays my music
From town to town
I can hear the people talkin'
Sayin' they wanna get down


I wanna get funky, yeah
You know, I wanna get down

I'm gonna get on down now

I wanna get funky
I wanna get down yeah

I want to get funky, yeah
Well, you know, I wanna get down

When I leave work
My trouble is gone
I run to my baby
Who's waiting at home

I wanna get funky
I said, you know, I wanna get down

Listen:

I wanna get funky, yeah baby, oh baby
I wanna get down
Oh

. . .

Playing on Me

[No lyrics]

. . .


Walking The Back Streets And Crying
I Wanna Get Funky


The Other day A Woman stopped me
She said daddy let me talk to you
She said now listen I aint beggin
Im just lonesome & Im Blue
Once I had a good man
But I didnt Know How to act
by the time I learnt my lesson
My good man wouldnt take me back
She cried that was too much for me
thats why I walked the back street and cried
but it hurt me so bad, yeah
yeah that the man I misused said goodbye

I said rap on baby

I sent a friend to talk for me
And she say I did the best I could
I lied like a dog for you
I just couldnt do you no good
thats why I hit the backstreet there
just as drunk as I could be
the man I had misused
he passed and didnt look back at me
I said its too much for me
thats why I walk the backstreet and cry
well, it hurt me so bad, it hurt me so bad
to hear the man I misused say goodbye

Ahhh...
(Solo I)

I had the galls to call him
he said you lowdown as you could be
and last time we had an argument
you know called the police on me
They raid me out of my house woman
while you stood there on and grinned
now the police cant help you little girl
Cause they cant bring me in
She said that was too much for me
thats why i walk on the backstreet and cry
Ohh it hurt me so bad,it hurt me so bad
to hear the man I misused say goodbye

thats what she said
Yeah, Come on
(Solo II)

Around the globe...

Whooo...

-End- -->

. . .

Til My Back Ain't Got No Bone

[No lyrics]

. . .

Flat Tire

[No lyrics]

. . .

I Can't Hear Nothing But the Blues

[No lyrics]

. . .

Travelin' Man

[No lyrics]

. . .


Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
We're gonna try it one mo' time
The new, Cross Cut Saw
Comin' at you, hot an' heavy
Watch this!
Got a hell-uva groove to it, too!

Hey brother, aah!

I'm a cross cut saw
Just drag me across your log
I'm a cross cut saw
Just drag me across your log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help but say 'Hot dog!'

Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam'
Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill'
Last girl I cut the wood for
Want me back again

I'm a cross-cut saw
Just drag me across your log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help me say, 'Hot dog')

Now dig this!

Yeah

Got a double-bladed ax
That's really cuttin' good
I'm a crosscut saw
Bury me in the wood

I'm a crosscut saw
Just drag me across the log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you


You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog'

Dig this!

Yeah!
Well, alright

Spoken:
Hey, Mike!
Oh, Mike
Let's do it like we did in 1965
In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin'
We did Crosscut Saw
It went somethin' like this
And it had a hell-uva groove to it
(In that little room with no air conditioner over there)
Funk-aay, but gettin' on down
Heavy stuff!
Ha-ha-ha

Watch this!

(Bass player)
Oooo-wee!
Ooo-UH!
I could feel that m'self

Wait a minute!
Let's take it from the top, one more time
Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time?

I can't hear ya
Do you want it from the top, one more time?

We're goin' all the way to the top
And come down with a hell-uva groove
Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself
It's gon' be sho' nuff funky!

Bandmember says:
('Watch this, man!')

ooh-uh

. . .


Oh you come home one eve'nin'
To nothin' but the four walls
And then ya find your phone been disconnected
You can't even make no call
Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there
You look in the closet, buddy, an'you find it's all bare

Oh, that's what the blues is people
That's what the blues is all about
Well that's a hard pill to have to swallow, um!
When you find what the blues is all about

Now listen to this:

I went out to my backyard
Ya know I whistled for my dog (3 whistle sounds)
He ran up under the house, people
Like he didn't even know me at all
Now I hadn't fed him in two or three days
An' he was lookin' kinda thin
Oh, when your dog turn his back on ya, buddy
You know ya haven't even got a friend

That's the blues, people


That's what the blues is all about
Oh it's a hard pill to swallow, um!
When ya find out what the blues is all about

Oh, look out!
Uh!
Oh no!
I think I got 'em!

I went out to my mail box
I got a bunch-a bills that I can't pay
I guess my wife been out shoppin' again
While I been at work all day

I see the man comin' with his tools
Now is he gonna cut off my water?
You know they got my gas yesterday
An' they comin' right back for the lines tomorrow

Ah, that's what the blues is people
That's what the blues is all about
Well that's a hard pill to swallow, buddy
Oh, when you find out what the blues is all about

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