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Goin’ To Clarksdale

Written by Jon Walmsley

Instrumental

 

 

You Can't Judge a Book by Looking at the Cover

Written by Willie Dixon

 

You can't judge an apple by looking at the tree

You can't judge honey by looking at the bee

You can't judge a daughter by looking at her mother

You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh can't you see, oh, well, you misjudged me

I look like a farmer but I'm a lover

You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

 

You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane

You can't judge a woman by looking at her man

You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother

You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh can't you see, oh, well, you misjudged me

I look like a farmer but I'm a lover

You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

 

You can't judge a fish by lookin' in the pond

You can't judge right by looking at the wrong

You can't judge one by looking at the other

You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh can't you see, oh, well, you misjudged me

I look like a farmer but I'm a Lover

You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

 

 

Love and You

Written by Jon Walmsley

 

I get up, I get down

I was lost, now I'm found

I got love and you to pull me through

 

I get high, I get low

And when things get kind of slow

I got love and you to pull me through

 

No need to worry

Cause you'll ease my mind

No need to hurry, baby

Cause baby your lovin's so fine

 

I got you, you got me

Old Mr. Trouble he just leaves us be

We got love, that's true to pull us through

 

 

Too Much is Not Enough

Written by Jon Walmsley

 

Too much

Too much is not enough

Too much

Too much is not enough

 

Looked at my bills

They were more than I made

Said to my woman

Got to change our ways

Cut up the plastic

Stay out of those stores

And she said no, no, no

You just have make more, I said

 

(Chorus)

 

Politicians

Deaf to the call

All they do

Is block up the halls

The money’s flowin'

Palms gettin' greased

But the people in need

They don't get no relief, I say

 

(Chorus)

 

Went to church

To sing and pray

Hopin' soon

Will come a better day

Jesus needs money

We all said amen

The preacher passed the plate

Then he passed it gain, I say

 

(Chorus)

 

 

Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out

Written by Jimmie Cox

 

Once I lived the life of a millionaire,

Spent all my money, I just did not care.

Took all my friends out for a good time,

Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine.

 

Then I began to fall so low,

Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.

I get my hands on a dollar again,

I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.

 

'Cause no, no, nobody knows you

When you're down and out.

In your pocket, you ain't got a penny,

And as for friends, you ain't got any.

 

When you finally get back up on your feet again,

Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend.

Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt,

Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

 

When you finally get back upon your feet again,

Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend.

Said it's mighty strange,

Nobody knows you,

Nobody knows you,

Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

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The Thrill is Gone

Written by Rick Darnell, Roy Hawkins

 

The thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

The thrill is gone baby

The thrill is gone away

You know you done me wrong baby

And you'll be sorry someday

 

The thrill is gone

It's gone away from me

The thrill is gone baby

The thrill is gone away from me

Although I'll still live on

But so lonely I'll be

 

The thrill is gone, is gone away for good

Oh the thrill is gone, baby it's gone away for good

Someday I know I'll be over it all baby

Just like I know a good man should

 

You know I'm free, free now baby

I'm free from your spell

Oh I'm free, free, free now

I'm free from your spell

And now that it's over

All I can do is wish you well

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Key to the Highway

Written by Charlie Segar

 

I got the key to the highway,

Billed out and bound to go

I'm gonna leave here running

Because walking is most too slow

 

I'm going back, to the border

Where I'm better known

Because you haven't done nothing baby,

Except drove a good man away from home

 

When the moon peeks over the mountains

Baby I'm gonna be on my way

I'm gonna roam this mean old highway

Until the break of day

 

So give me one, give one last kiss baby

Just before I go,

'Cause when I leave this town

I won't be back no more, no more

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Hound Dog

Written by Jerry Lieber, Mike Stoller

 

You ain't nothing but a hound dog

Been snoopin' 'round my door

You ain't nothing but a hound dog

Been snoopin' 'round my door

You can wag your tail

But I ain't gonna feed you no more

 

You told me you was high-class

But I could see through that

Yes, you told me you was high-class

But I could see through that

And baby, I know

You ain't no real cool cat

 

You ain't nothing but a hound dog

Been snoopin' 'round my door

You ain't nothing but a hound dog

Been snoopin' 'round my door

You can wag your tail

But I ain't gonna feed you no more

 

You made me feel so blue

You made me weep and moan

You made me feel so blue

You made me weep and moan

Cause I was looking for a woman

All you're looking for is a home

 

 

New Glasses

Written by Jon Walmsley

 

I’ve got a new pair of glasses

I can stare right atthe sun

I’ve got a new pair of glasses

I can stare right at the sun

Don’t answer me no questions

I don’t want to hurt no one

 

I’ve got a dog that can whistle

I’ve got a bird that growls

I’ve got a dog that can can whistle

I’ve got a bird that growls

You may think that I’m indifferent

That don’t matter to me now

 

There’s a hole in the levee

But nobody wants to know

There’s a hole in the levee

But nobody wants to know

And the tide just keeps a’risin’

Someday we’re all gonna go

 

Politicians kissin’ babies

And they’re shakin’ dirty hands

Politicians kissin’ babies

And they’re shakin’ dirty hands

Just where the money’s goin’

Ain’t nobody understands

 

I’ve got a new pair of glasses

Now I’m a real cool cat

I’ve got a new pair of glasses

Now I’m a real gone cat

You tell me that you’ve changed

Well honey, I can see through that

 

 

Three O'Clock Blues

Written by Lowell Fulson

 

Three o' clock in the mornin'

Can't even close my eyes

Oh, three o' clock in the mornin'

Can't even close my eyes

Well, I can't find my baby

And I can't be satisfied

 

I've looked around me

And my baby can't be found

looked all around me, people

And my baby can't be found

If I don't find my baby

I'm goin' down to the golden ground

 

Goodbye, everybody

I believe this is the end

Goodbye, everybody

I believe this is the end

If you see my baby

Tell her please forgive me for my sins

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Good Day to Have the Blues

Written By Jon Walmsley

 

Woke up this mornin’ on the wrong side of the bed

A song from Mr. Johnson playin’ in my head

I got ramblin’ on my mind

And there’s holes in both my shoes

It looks like a good day

A good day to have the blues

 

Well there’s stones in my passway and the sky is cryin’

I’m way past twenty-one and I don’t mind dying’

The radio is playin’

But all I hear is more bad news

And it looks like a good day

A good day to have the blues

 

Guess that little red rooster he just forgot to crow

Now the landlord’s knockin’ and he says I got to go

My pockets are all empty and

He won’t take no I.O.U.’s

Well it looks like a good day

A good day to have the blues

 

Think I’ll hop a Greyhound south and see what I can find

Let some pretty delta lady ease my worried mind

And If I keep on ridin’

I might end up in Baton Rouge

‘Cause it looks like a good day

A good day to have the blues

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Katahdin

Written by Jon Walmsley

 

Instrumental