Hey, that's my baby, she's a redheaded ball of flame. She
don't put up with double talk and stupid games. She's got
more class than all the movie stars. She don't need no diamond
rings, or fancy cars. When I come knocking, she always lets
me in. No doubt about it, she's a fine specimen. She 's a
fine woman, not too tall. Fine woman, she's my baby doll.
Fine woman, makes my motor run. Fine woman, sixteen, tons
of fun. She don't care nothing about no shopping mall. She
says she's got no business going down there at all. She got
no use for fancy food and fur coats. When she gets to loving
me, man, that 's all she wrote. I don't go messing around.
Ain't no sense in that. When I need good loving, man, I know
where it's at. She's a fine woman
Never gonna let her
go, you know I love her so, she's so fine. She got me in her
spell, ain't too hard to tell. She's my little red hot, rolling
dynamo. She's so fine. I still wake up sometimes, get my breakfast
in bed. When I get ugly, she whacks me on the head. She don't
want nothing that she can't use. She pulls me up when I get
down in the blues. When I come knocking, she always lets me
in, no doubt about it, she 's a fine specimen. She's a fine
of the Sun (Raven,
I've seen the burning bush and the dirty water, the road to
ruin and the San Berdoo. I've seen the girls in New York City.
Seen the light in Memphis and Mephisto 2. Ain't nothing new,
ain't no surprises. The moon waxes and the wheel goes around.
You cut the cards and you count your blessings. You count your
dollars when the deal goes down. It's all in vain when the day
is done. Ain't nothing new in the eye of the sun. I've seen
a woman casting bread on the water. I've seen a man go from
dust to dust. I've seen the bottle and the needle go around,
true love and murderous lust, ain't nothing new, ain't no surprises.
I've seen the black car driving slow. I heard them singing in
the city of David. I heard them weeping down in Tupelo. It's
all the same, when the day is done, ain't nothing new in the
eye of the sun. I've seen the wicked in the holy places. I've
seen an angel in a juke joint bar. I've heard the wisdom of
a thousand sages. I've smelled the flies in the medicine jar,
ain't nothing new, ain't no surprises. The fools laughing and
the wise men crying. I've seen the hard rain fall on the righteous,
the rich dogs and the starving lions. You've had your fun when
the day is done. Ain't nothing new in the eye of the sun.
You got your knickers in a knot tonight. Yeah, you sure know
how to pick a fight. Slow down sugar, best keep your britches
on. Well, I can see you're chafing at the bit. Now you're fixing
to pitch a fit. Slow down sugar, best keep your britches on
When the sun comes up tomorrow, I would not be surprised, if
we're still throwing punches, and scratching out our eyes
I don't really want to get in the ring. You ain't connecting
but you sure can swing. Slow down sugar, best keep your britches
on. I seen you coming and I said, "I swear, there be a
bumble bee in her underwear." Slow down sugar, best keep
your britches on.
Watts, Prodaniuk, Anderson)
Don't you cry for me, mama, 'cause I can't stay. I'm a circuit
rider. I'm on my way I got to roll down the lonesome highway.
The bird's got a nest, and the fox got a hole, but the circuit
rider just got to roll. And I got to roll. With a beat up bible
and a bottle of wine, I'm traveling light and testifying. I
got to roll down the lonesome highway. I got a slow ass mule
and cold blue steel. I got the sword of the spirit and a soul
like a wheel. I got to roll. Don't you worry about me mama;
I'll be back in town, 'cause the C.C. rider got to spread the
word around. And I got to roll. With my slow ass mule and my
cold blue steel, with my sword of the spirit and my soul like
a wheel, I got to roll.
You can hang when the game gets rough. You can hang, I know
you think you're tough. You can hang with the thugs and thieves.
You can hang like a side of beef. But you don't know when to
bail. You got to know when to bail, just go on home. You can
hang when it all gets too deep. You can hang with the slaughterhouse
sheep. You can hang 'till the bottle's gone. Yeah, I know you
can hold your own. But you don't know when to bail. You got
to know when to bail. You got to throw down, get out of jail.
Just go on home
I know you've got your reasons why you
do the things you do. We've all got something that we think
we have to prove... You can hang on your old, rugged cross.
You can hang till you can't get off. You can hang till the fire
burns cold. You can hang out your big, raw soul. You can hang
with the lions and lambs. You can hang like a smokehouse ham.
You can hang by your nails and toes. Or you can fall with the
dominoes. Or you can go on home. You got nothing to lose. You
got nothing to prove. You just go on home. Just come on home.
I feel so fortunate to have your number. It' s like O2 in my
lungs. Such a nice, round, lovely number, I love to roll it
off my tongue. Such a sensual Kabalah. A numerological lambada.
Each digit has a name, it has a face. It has a meaning all alone.
I call your number out, it stirs my soul. Your number speaks
to me in tones. Your secret number has a music all its own.
It's like a rumba with a cabalistic tone. Can't do the rumba,
but I got God's home number. One wretched Wednesday at 3 AM,
as I sat staring at my screen. A twitchy rhythm possessed my
fingers, and I was typing out a stream. Such a sensual Cabala.
A numerological lambada. Each lovely number, like a psalm, written
on an ancient scroll, rings so nicely around my brain, its symbols
tattooed on my soul. Your lovely number has a rhythm all its
own. It's like a rumba with a Cabalistic tone. Can't do the
rumba, but I got God's home number
Watts, Prodaniuk, Blazer)
Nice and easy, I slip into the murky current flow. Like alligator
driftweed, like catfish cruising low and slow. Roll on muddy
river. Roll on, carry me. I saw souls all around me, with mud
in their mouths and eyeballs blank. I saw one soul rowing hopelessly,
toward a burning bush on a distant bank. Roll on muddy river.
Carry me to the sea
Ain't it a long, slow, easy ride?
And I know that time is on my side. I'm like a languid parasite,
sucking on the blood of the earth
Like a slow day dawning,
I realize that the river runs in me. Just like all those catfish
souls, on this slow death ride to sea. Roll on muddy river.
I'm just rolling on, rolling down to sea. Drifting like a catfish,
aimlessly. Roll on muddy river.
Mabel, won't you please make up your mind? You say maybe, and
leave me hanging on the line. When you tell me maybe, I don't
know. Marry me Mabel, or let me go. Mabel, why don't you tell
me yes or no? You've got me hanging on the line, somewhere south
of heaven in limbo. Mabel, you make me crazy can't you see?
When you say maybe, you don't know what you're doing to me.
I don't want nobody else. I think I got you, but I just can't
tell. Mabel, why don't you tell me yes or no? You got me hanging
on the line, somewhere south of heaven in limbo. Mabel, I know
you don't mean to be mean. Come on baby, just cut me in or cut
me clean. Won't you tell me baby, if I'm your man. This indecision,
I just can't stand. Mabel, won't you tell me yes or no? You've
got me hanging on the line, somewhere south of heaven in limbo.
Watts, Prodaniuk, Anderson)
She said, "wipe that grin off your face. I want to know
where you've been." She took one look at the shape of my
shirt, locked the door, she wouldn't let me in. How can that
woman be so cruel, to go and put me out? Move over Rover; let
the big dog in, Daddy's in the doghouse, again. You're the best
friend a man ever had. You never treat me mean. You don't complain
about the way I smell, or ask me where I've been. How can that
woman be so cruel, to go and lock me out? Move over, Rover;
let the big dog in. Daddy's in the doghouse again. I guess it
could be worse, let's give the moon a howl. We can stay out
all night, the rent is right. Life ain't so bad, here in the
Don't let your tailpipe drag the ground. Don't let them big
dogs drag you down. You've got a light inside your eyes. Just
take the wheel and drive. Keep on shining bright. Stop your
whining, shine your light. Keep on shining, testify. Keep on
shining like the 4th of July. Don't let them shark suits chew
you up. Don't let them spill your loving cup. Because they don't
own your butt, no way. So get your butt on up, and keep on shining
I see your flag sign sagging down. Burn baby Baggylon, daddy's
flaming out loud tonight. We got to fry this fisheyed fruitfly.
So hold your torches high, keep on burning baby, burning bright
Don't let your tailpipe drag the ground, don't let the stampede
stomp you down. Cause you can take this bull in stride, just
grab them horns and ride. Keep on shining bright. Keep on shining,
fly your freaking kite. Keep on shining, testify. Keep on shining
like the 4th of July.
Who's that hound dog, lean and poor? Sniffing and howling around
your kitchen door? Won't you throw me a bone, honey? Don't be
cruel. I'm a bad dog, baby, but I ain't no fool. I'm the man
with the monkey hand. I'm your mojo man. I got magic tricks
to turn your head around. I can fly like a bat and burrow underground.
I got the monkey finger and the velvet tongue. I can make you
holler, get your motor running, I'm the man with the monkey
hand. I'm your mojo man
I can make the lame to walk and
the blind to see, make the girls go crazy, set the prisoner
free, turn your water to whisky, turn your luck around, run
all the rats and roaches out of town, mojo man
your flying bullets, they don't worry me, because I'm way too
fast, lord, I'm slippery. I got secret powers you ain't never
saw. I'm a low night flyer, I'm below the law. I'm the man with
the monkey hand, I'm your mojo man. l