Mojo Monkeys Discography:  Hang

HANG LYRICS

  fine woman

hey, that’s my baby. she’s a redhead ball of flame

she don’t put up with double talk and stupid games

she got more class than all the movie stars

she don’t need no diamond ring, 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 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

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 going to let her go

you know i love her so

she’s so fine

she got me in her spell

it 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

she whack 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 woman

                     eye of the sun

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 cairo, too

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 the same 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

seen a man go from dust to dust

seen the bottle and the needle go round

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

heard them weeping down in tupelo

it’s all in vain when the day is done

ain’t nothing new

in the eye of the sun

i’ve seen the wicked in the holy places

seen an angel in a juke joint bar

heard the wisdom of a thousand sages

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 a hard rain fall on the righteous

the rich dogs and the starving lions

you had your fun when the day is done

ain’t nothin new

in the eye of the sun

god’s home number

i feel so fortunate to have your number

it’s like O2 in my lungs

it’s such a nice, round lovely number

i love to roll it off my tongue

such a sensual kabalah

a numerological lambada (the forbidden dance)

each digit has a name. it has a face

it has a meaning all it’s own

when i call your number out, it stirs my soul

your number speaks to me in tone

your secret number has a music all it’s own

it’s like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone

can’t do the rhumba

but i’ve 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 kabalah

a numerological lambada

each lovely number, like a psalm

written on an ancient scroll

it rings so nicely around my brain

it’s symbols tattooed on my soul

your secret number has a rhythm all it’s own

it’s like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone

can’t do the rhumba

but i’ve got god’s home number

                 mabel

mabel…. won’t you please make up your mind

you say maybe…. and leave me hanging on the line

won’t you tell me, baby, if i’m your man

this indecision, i  just can’t stand.

mabel….. why don’t you tell me yes or no

you got me hanging on the line

somewhere south of heaven in limbo

mabel…. you make me crazy can’t you see

you say maybe…you don’t know what you’re doing to me

won’t you tell me baby, i don’t know

marry me mabel, or let me go

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

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

                        hang

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 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

go on, hang out your big raw soul

you can hang by your nails and toes

you can fall with the dominoes

or you can go on home

           circuit rider

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 cc rider just got to roll

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 a cold blue steel

i got the sword of the spirit and soul like a wheel

i  got to roll

don’t you worry about me mama,  i’ll  be back  in town

cause the cc rider got to spread the word around

i got to roll

the bird’s got a nest and the fox got a hole

but the cc rider just got to roll

i got to roll down the lonesome highway

                  doghouse

she said, wipe that grin off your face

i want to know where you 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?

she 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 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

plus, the rent is right

life ain’t so bad

here in the doghouse

            roll on muddy river

nice and easy, i slip into the murky current flow

like alligator driftweed, like catfish moving low and slow

roll on muddy river, roll on carry me

roll on muddy river. carry me to the sea

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

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 the river runs in me

just like all the catfish souls

on this  slow death ride to sea

roll on muddy river, roll  on carry me

roll on muddy river. carry me to the sea

                   tailpipe

don’t let your tailpipe drag the ground

don’t let them big dogs drag you down

you got a light inside your eyes

just take the wheel and drive

keep on shining shining bright

stop your whining whining, shine your light

keep on shining shining, testify

keep on shining like the 4th of july

don’t let them shark suits chew up

don’t let em spill your loving cup

cause they don’t own your butt, no way

so get your butt on up

and keep on shining

good good. i see your flagsign sagging  down

burn, baby bagolon

daddy’s flaming out loud tonight

we got to fry this fisheyed fruit fly

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

and keep on shining

fly your freaking kite

                  mojo man

who’s that hound dog? lean and poor

sniffing and howling around your kitchen door

won’t you throw me a bone, baby, 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 moan

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 whiskey, your luck around

run all the rats and roaches out of town

mojo man

all your flying bullets, they don’t worry me

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

             sugar britches

you got your knickers in a knot tonight

babe, you sure know how to pick a fight

slow down, sugar, best to 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 to keep your britches on

you got your panties bunching up, alright

looks like it’s going to be a long hot night

slow down, sugar, best to keep your britches on

when the sun comes up tomorrow

no, 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 to 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 to keep your britches on