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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


The Real Deal (1996)
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Got my nose open baby
You got my nose open baby
Ahh huh
You got my nose open woman
But, I got my eyes on you

You got me weepin' and moanin'
Got me weepin' and moanin'
Hey, you got me weepin' and moanin', oh yes
You got me weepin' and moanin' woman
But I got my eyes on you, look a here

Got my nose open baby
You got my nose open woman
Uhh, ohh, yeah yeah
Got my nose open baby
But I, I got my eyes on you

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Oh I got a sweet black angel
Oh and I love the way she spreads her wings
I got a sweet black angel
And I love the way she spreads her wings
Don't you know it
I get joy in everything

Oh when she spreads her wing all over me
Ah don't you know I get joy in everything
Oh, when my angel spreads her wing all over me
People you know I get joy in everything
You know I feel a joyfull mood
I sit right there and I don't say a thing

Now look-a-here

Oh, if my black angel should quit me
People I do believe I would die
Oh oh if my my my my my black angel should quit me people
You know you know I believe I would die
You know if you don't love me angel
Please tell me the reason why

Yes I got the blues
Can I keep on can I keep going?

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Talk to my baby on the telephone
Stop what you're doin' woman and
Come on home
I can't hold out
I can't hold out too long
I get a real good feeling talking to you on the phone

Said, baby don't you worry you know my heart desire
You know I love you baby
I don't wanna see you cry
I can't hold out
I can't hold out too long
A real good feeling people I'm just
Talking to you on the phone


Oh yeah

Baby don't you worry
You walk or fly
You know I love you baby
I don't wanna see you cry
I can't hold out
I can't hold out too long
I get a real good feeling
Talking to you on the telephone

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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

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You said before we met
That your life was awful tame
Well, I took you to a night club
And the whole band knew your name

Oh well, baby, baby, baby
I've got news for you
Oh, somehow your story don't ring true
Well, I've got news for you

Well, you phoned me you'd be late
'Cause you took the wrong express
And then you walked in smiling
With your lipstick all a mess

Oh, let me say to you little mama
Wo, I've got news for you
Ah, your story don't ring true lil' girl
Yeah, I've got news for you, baby

Oh, you wore a diamond watch
Claimed it was from Uncle Joe
When I looked at the inscription
It said, 'Love from Daddy-o'

Oh, well baby, wo lil' girl
I wanna say I've got news for you
Ah, if you think that jive will do
Let me tell you, oh, I've got news for you
Well, somehow your story don't ring true
Wo, I've got news for you, oh, oh

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Damn right, I've got the blues,
People, from my head down to my shoes
Ah, you damn right, I've got the blues
From my head down to my shoes
Well you know I just can't win, 'cause I don't have a damn thing to lose
Stopped by my daughters house
You know I just want to use the phone
Yeah, stopped by my daughters house
Wow, you know I just, I just want to want to use the phone
You know my new grand baby came to the door
And said, granddaddy you know ain't nobody at home
I said watch it
Ah, you damn right, I've got the blues
From my head down, down to my shoes
Damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right I've got the blues
You know I can't win, 'cause I don't have a, a thing to lose
Now look at here
Make it so funky they can smell it
You damn right
You damn right, I've got the blues
You damn right, I've got the blues
Well, oh well
Well, oh well
Well, oh well
Well, oh well
Well, oh well
I feel kinda good right now
I wish we could do this every night
You damn right, I keep the blues
You damn right, I keep the blues
You damn right, I keep the blues
Look at here
I feel so good
I feel kind of good when I sing the blues
Damn right, I've got the blues
Well man, you know I, I, the band
I didn't rehearsal this with the band
I just told them, I said just follow me tonight, man, shit
Damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right
Oh

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The first time I met the blues
People, you know I was walkin' down through the woods
Yes, the first time I met the blues
You know, you know I was walkin' down through the woods
You stopped by my house first mister blues
And blues, you didn't do me much good
You, should have heard me beggin'
Blues, don't murder me
Aw, you, you should have heard me begging
Mister blues, don't you murder me
You know, you be with me every morning mister blues
I just got to know what you want with me
Ah, good morning, good morning mister blues
I'd like to know what you're doing here so soon
Good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning mister blues
I wonder, I wonder what you're doin' here so soon
You'll be with me every morning mister blues
You'll be here every night and every noon
Yeah
Mister Lenny Picket ladies and gentleman
Let's give Len a big hand

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You build my hopes so high
Didn't let me down so low
It makes no difference baby
I still love you more and more
And every very time you smile
Woman I smile with you
Every time you cry
Woman, you know I cry with you
Now ain't that lovin' you baby
Ain't that lovin' you baby
Lord, ain't that lovin' you
I don't believe
I don't believe you know what I'm talkin' about
I don't believe
I don't believe you know what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about love, love, love
I'm talkin' about love, love, love
I'm talkin' about love, love, love
I'm talkin' about love, love, love
You know I told you baby
I would never let you down
It makes no difference that
I will always be around
You treat me like a schoolboy
And that you know is true
It makes no difference by you
I'll be there with you
Ain't that lovin' you
Ain't that lovin' you baby
Lord, ain't that lovin' you
I don't believe
You know I'm smiling with you
Oh, ain't that loving you baby
You know, that's loving you

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Well now, ooh wee baby, woman I declare, you sure look fine
Oh, ooh wee baby, I declare, you sure look fine
Well there's a girl like you a make many a man change his mind
I said now, baby, when you walk, woman you know you shake just like a willow tree
Oh baby, when you walk woman, you know you, shake just like a willow tree
Why does a girl like you woman would love to make a fool of me
Oh, Let me love you baby
Let me love you baby
Let me love you baby
Let me love you baby
Let me love you baby 'til your good love drive me crazy

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