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London Blues 1964-1969 (1992)
1992
1.
2.
My Baby Is Sweeter
3.
Crocodile Walk
4.
Blues City Shakedown
5.
6.
7.
Bernard Jenkins
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
Looking Back
13.
So Many Roads
14.
Sitting In The Rain
15.
Hard Road
16.
Dust My Blues
17.
Supernatural
18.
Another Kinda Love
19.
20.
Burn Out Your Blind Eyes
1.
All My Life
2.
3.
Eagle Eye
4.
It Hurts Me Too
5.
Double Trouble
6.
Sonny Boy Blow
7.
Broken Wings
8.
9.
Death Of J.B. Lenoir
10.
11.
Checking On My Baby
12.
Suspicions, Pt. 1
13.
14.
Picture On The Wall
15.
No Reply
16.
She's Too Young
17.
18.
19.
Bear
20.
Fly Tomorrow
. . .


[Chorus:]
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
"Don't be late",
Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

[Chorus]

So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
Life is just a slow train.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

. . .

My Baby Is Sweeter

[No lyrics]

. . .

Crocodile Walk

[No lyrics]

. . .

Blues City Shakedown

[No lyrics]

. . .


I'm your witchdoctor, got the evil eye,
Got the power of the devil, I'm the conjuror guy.
Gonna teach you love at the midnight hour,
Gonna feel you burning like a passion flower.

Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey.
Your witchdoctor, your witchdoctor, got my eyes on you.

I was born in the country and I lived in the trees.
I got my voodoo from the birds and the bees.
Gonna teach you love at the midnight hour,
Gonna feel you burning, little passion flower.

Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey.


Your witchdoctor, your witchdoctor, got my eyes on you.

I'm your witchdoctor, got the evil eye,
Got the power of the devil, I'm the conjuror guy.
Gonna teach you love at the midnight hour,
Gonna feel you burning like a passion flower.

Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey.
Your witchdoctor, your witchdoctor, got my eyes on you.

I got my mean old spell on you
I got my mean old spell on you
Your witchdoctor, your witchdoctor, got my eyes on you.

. . .


Telephone Blues
I couldn't sleep last night
I was sittin' by my telephone
All the time wastin'
All the love you've never shown
But someday, someday darlin'
You will realise I'm alone
The last time I saw you,
You promised me you'd come call
But time is runnin' out babe
You never call at all
But life's so long babe lonely
Sittin' by my telephone
But someday, someday darlin'
You will realise I'm alone

. . .

Bernard Jenkins

[No lyrics]

. . .


All the love I miss loving, all the kiss I miss kissing.
All the love I miss loving, all the kiss I miss kissing.
Before I met you baby, never knew what I was missing.

All your love, pretty baby, that I got in store for you.
All your love, pretty baby, that I got in store for you.
I love you pretty baby, well I say you love me too.

All your loving, pretty baby, all your loving, pretty baby.
All your loving, pretty baby, all your loving, pretty baby.
Since I first met you baby, I never knew what I was missing.

Hey, hey baby, hey, hey baby.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, oh, oh, baby.
Since I first met you baby, never knew what I was missing.

. . .


It's a mean old scene
When it comes to double crossing time.
It's a mean old scene
When it comes to double crossing time.
When you think you got good buddies,
They will spin around and cheat you blind.

Double crossing man is mean,

He will try to make it so you lose.
Double crossing man,
He will try to make it so you lose.
You'll fill your mind with worry,
You know he hurt me with the blues.

. . .


I never realized that you were in pain.
I wanna help you honey, let me see you again.
Hurts my soul, babe, when I find you feeling rough.
Life is so bad, baby, when I find the key to love.

Put a smile on your face and dry away your tears.
Life is bound to get better as you live your years.
Hurts my soul, babe, when I find you feeling rough.
Life is so bad, baby, when I find the key to love.

Somewhere in this world, the one you waited for
Come along and find you, turn the key your door.
Hurts my soul, babe, when I find you feeling rough.
Life is so bad, baby, when you find the key to love.

. . .


I'm sitting over here on parchman farm.
I'm sitting over here on parchman farm.
I'm sitting over here on parchman farm,
Ain't never done no man no harm.

Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack.

Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack.
Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack,
A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

I'm sitting over here on parchman farm.
I'm sitting over here on parchman farm.
I'm sitting over here on parchman farm,
Ain't never done no man no harm.

. . .

Looking Back

[No lyrics]

. . .

So Many Roads

[No lyrics]

. . .

Sitting In The Rain

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hard Road

[No lyrics]

. . .

Dust My Blues

[No lyrics]

. . .

Supernatural

[No lyrics]

. . .

Another Kinda Love

[No lyrics]

. . .


It was little Christine who was leapin' all on my mindShe give me all the action a man most want to findShe was leapin' every night and I'm leapin' all down the line

She's been leapin' every dayLeapin' every nightLeapin' every night and I'm leapin' on down the line

. . .

Burn Out Your Blind Eyes

[No lyrics]

. . .

All My Life

[No lyrics]

. . .


Around the bend in the L&N
They load it down with a lot of men
The whistle blow and threw the switch
Nobody knew just-a which one swich
I'm ridin', ridin on the L&N
I ain't jivin', ridin' on the L&N

Well a man named Quin (Grant?) on the L&N
Runnin' 'round on Horseshoe Bend
Train slowed down and the men jumped off
I wasn't dead 'cause I heard him call
I'm ridin', ridin' on the L&N
I ain't jivin', ridin' on the L&N

A man named Mose with a great big nose
Sleepin' on that pile of toes
The doctor came and he rang the bell
The palla alla get well, well, well
I'm ridin', ridin' on the L&N
I ain't jivin', ridin' on the L&N

(Spoken: Walter Trout on guitar!)

. . .

Eagle Eye

[No lyrics]

. . .

It Hurts Me Too

[No lyrics]

. . .

Double Trouble

[No lyrics]

. . .

Sonny Boy Blow

[No lyrics]

. . .

Broken Wings

[No lyrics]

. . .


Williams

Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none
She's a pretty woman right down to the bone
So you just might as well still leave your skin alone

Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do

Oh pretty woman what you trying to do
You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you
So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne
Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone

Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do

Oh pretty woman that's all right for you
Now you just go on doing what you want to do
But someday when you thing you've got it made
You get in water deep enough so you can't wade

Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do

. . .

Death Of J.B. Lenoir

[No lyrics]

. . .


Kirkland

It could have been a million years ago or maybe yesterday
I crawled out of this wilderness, a debt I had to pay
I must have tipped the scales somewhere way back
Never saw the seeds I'd sewn
So now I travel backwards looking for a man of stone
A foggy night, a neon light... I've seen him standing there
Movin' where the shadows creep––no he never did play fair
And one night I almost got him, but I knew you'd tapped my phone
And communication is dangerous, lookin' for a man of stone
With Juan in Argentina I thought I saw him in the street
In a seaplane over Hydra he sat in the captain's seat
And I've chased him from the Colosseum down the Spanish steps in Rome
And history just gets hazy lookin' for a man of stone
In the mornin' out your I saw him leanin' on a tree
Wearin' a snappy suit of grey and then he motioned to me
He pointed with his finger, as if to say my soul he owned
But I had sold that long ago to you lookin' for a man of stone
Now I sit in this burnt out barn they call The Raven's Nest
Drinkin' bloody monkeys7, your name tattooed on my chest
Sometimes I think of Juan or you––or sometimes I think of hime
And sometimes I don't think of anything but lookin' for (that's right) a man of stone

. . .

Checking On My Baby

[No lyrics]

. . .

Suspicions, Pt. 1

[No lyrics]

. . .


my blues for Jenny means she's not around
I wish my Jenny could be homeward bound
I'd live through all my lonely confusion if I c'd only see her again

I think of Jenny as a memory
I wish my Jenny could be here with me
I'd live through all my lonely confusion if I c'd only see her again

– trumpet solo

I don't see Jenny – and the years go by
maybe that Jenny gotta 'nother guy
I'd live through all my lonely confusion if I c'd only see her again

I dream of Jenny and the night is cold
my bed is empty, need her now to hold
I'd live through all my lonely confusion if I c'd only see her again

– guitars and trumpet

. . .

Picture On The Wall

[No lyrics]

. . .

No Reply

[No lyrics]

. . .

She's Too Young

[No lyrics]

. . .


Oh, where is my Sandy?
What does she do each day and night?
Well, I follow her behaviour
The way she do it just ain't right

Well, she's taken my pendant
It's lying on her breast
But if I was her lover
I'd lay her down and take the rest

Well, I stood by her doorway
She couldn't see me from afar
But it hurt me to see her
Step inside another man's car

Well, I knew I'd be waiting
For her to come to me in vain
But I'll still be waiting
When she takes me for a fool again

Well, Sandy, oh, Sandy
The way you do, it just ain't right
The way you do
It just ain't right

. . .


Watching all the people like the waves along the shore
They hang around he whiskey and every open store

Chorus
I'm walking on sunset
And I'll never reach the end
I'm walking on sunset
Everything is like a friend

All the pretty women, never seen a better crop
Music all around, the flashing lights will never stop

Standing at the corner watching every kind of car
Friendly people come and say they wanna see your star

The cops were in the car but they never bothered me
A new magic world - I never felt so free

. . .

Bear

[No lyrics]

. . .

Fly Tomorrow

[No lyrics]

. . .


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