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Buddy Guy
Buddy Guy


Background information
Birth name George Guy
Born July 30, 1936
Born place Lettsworth, Louisiana, United States
Genre(s) Blues
Electric Blues
Years active 1953—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Cleopatra Records
Zomba Music Group
Vanguard Records
Jive Records
Rhino Records
MCA Records
Associated acts Junior Wells
Website Website



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Buddy Guy Album


Blues Master (1997)
1997
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2.
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It Hurts Me Too (When Things Go Wrong)
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Checking On My Baby
7.
So Sad This Morning
8.
Hours of the Day
9.
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What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around
Give him a half pint of good liquor, and sit down and drink it all down
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline
Strikin' me a match and blow myself up in steam
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
I feel I'm gonna move on back down south,
you know where the water tastes like cherry wine
Because this crap of whiskey and water tastes to me like turpentine

. . .


They called it stormy Monday,but Tuesday is as just as bad
Oh, they called it, they called it stormy Monday, but Tuesday, Tuesday is as just as bad
Oh, Wednesday is worst And Thursday oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday now, Saturday I'll go out to play
Oh, the eagle, the eagle flies on Friday Saturday I'll go out and play
Sunday I'll go to church, and I fall on my knees and pray

I say, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
But Lord, Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me
You know I'm crazy 'bout my baby
Lord, please send my baby back on to me

Help me out here man, help me out

Sun rise in the east, it set up in the west
Yes, the sun rise in the east baby, and it set up in the west
It's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell
Which one, which one, which one a little bad

Yeah! Go ahead Do it one more time
Oh, the eagle flies on Friday Saturday I'll go out to play
Oh, the eagle flies on Friday You know Saturday I'll go out to play
Sunday I'll go out to the signify church Oh when I'll fall down on my knees and pray

I say, Lord have mercy Lord have mercy on me
Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy on me
Please, have mercy on me
You know I'm crazy, crazy 'bout my baby
Please, send her back, send her back on to me

Yeah!

. . .

It Hurts Me Too

[No lyrics]

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It's your time now baby
Ohh but it's gonna be mine after awhile
I said it's your time right now baby
Lord but it's gonna be mine after awhile
You know you know if things don't change
I'm gonna move on down

She stayed out last night
And do you know she just walked in
The girl is gettin' ready
She's going back out again
I said just wait one minute
Just before you go
She didn't even look at me
She just turned and walked out the door

It's your time, it's your time, it's your time right now
Ohh, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta feelin'


Ohh it's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna be my time after awhile

I got a look through my window
And guess what I seen
My baby sat with another man
In a long black limosine

I said it's your time, it's your time
Yes you know I, you know I got that feelin' woman
Baby it's gonna be my time after awhile

I just wanna talk to my baby:
And here's what I wanna say
Go ahead on and mistreat me
But every every dog got his day wow

Somebody better come here and get me baby
I just want to talk to my baby

. . .


I'm ready, ready as any man can be
I'm ready, ready as any man can be
You know I'm ready for you
And I hope you're ready for me

I got an axe-hounds pistol build on a graveyard frame
That shoots tombstone bullets somewhere and a ball and chain
I'm drinkin' TNT, you know, I'm smokin' dynamite
You know I hope some screwball start a fight

'Cause I'm ready, oh aha
You know I'm ready for you
And I hope you're ready for me

Say now you pretty little chicks with your curly hair
I know you feel just like I ain't nowhere
But stop what your doin' and baby come over here
You know I can prove to ya baby that I ain't no square

'Cause I'm ready, sure enough now
You know I'm ready for you
And I hope you're ready for me

Come on let's get together now

Say now you pretty little chicks come here with your curly hair,
I know you feel just like I ain't nowhere
But stop what your doin' and baby come over here
You I can prove to ya baby that I ain't no square

'Cause I'm ready, sure enough now
You know I'm ready for you
And I hope you're ready for me

I've been drinkin' gin like never before
I feel so good, you know, I just gotta let you know
One more drink, you know and I wish you would
I takes a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good

' Cause I'm ready, sure enough now
You know I'm ready for you,
And I hope you're ready for me

Oh, I'm ready
Oh, I'm ready
Ohhhhooo Lord

You know I'm ready for you
And I hope you're ready for me

Yeah

. . .

Checking On My Baby

[No lyrics]

. . .

So Sad This Morning

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hours of the Day

[No lyrics]

. . .


I don't want to lose you
This good thing
That I've got 'cause if I do
I will surely, surely lose a lot

'Cause her love is better
Than any love I know
It's like thunder and lightning
The way your love is frightening
I better knock on wood, baby

I'm not superstitious about you
But I can't take no chance
You got me spinnin', baby
Baby I'm in a trance

'Cause your love is better
Than any love I know
It's like thunder and lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood, baby

It's no secret that woman
Fills my loving cup
'Cause she sees to it
That I get enough

Just one touch from her
You know it means so much
It's like thunder and lightning
The way your love is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby, I better knock

Think I better knock on wood
Think I better knock on wood
Think I better knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock
Think I better knock, knock, knock

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