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Apple Tree
04:18
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Apple tree, oh, apple tree
You make the flowers for the honeybee
Your blossoms make a bed for my baby and me
Apple tree, oh, Apple tree
Apple tree, oh, apple tree
You give the birds a reason to sing
Burst into bloom every Spring
Apple tree, oh, apple tree
Your sweet fragrance in the breeze
Your deep roots and your fine leaves
You gift your sweet red apples to me
Apple tree, oh, Apple tree
Ohh… ohh… Ahh… ahh
Ahh… ahh… oh oh oh
Apple tree, oh, apple tree
You were there in the Garden of Eden
You know bout the fruit of good and evil
Apple tree, oh, apple tree
Ohh… ohh… Ahh… ahh
Ahh… ahh… oh oh oh
The farmer comes to cut you down
Progress wants to take you over
You stand alone for the world to see
Apple tree, oh, Apple tree
Ohh… ohh… Ahh… ahh
Ahh… ahh… oh oh oh
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Lindy Loo
02:46
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Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
She’s slinky like a feline in a Leopard skin dress
Her bodies smoking like the devils silhouette
She’s five-foot seven in four-inch heels
She like’s the way that my six string squeals
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Her eyes are smoldering, her lashes are long
She gets down and dirty to rock n roll
Her kiss could make a preacher kick a hole
Through a stained glass window
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
The band is laying down a helluva groove
She does her thing bit like Moulin Rouge
I’m going crazy, she’s to blame
All I can do is call her name
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
Lindy Loo… Lindy Loo
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Six Stringer
04:14
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They laid it down, played it right
Made them guitars, sound dirty and cool
Sweetest sound ever from a six stringer
Makes ya wanna strap on an axe and play the blues
John Lee Hooker’s Epiphone
Make ya boogie all night long
And Robert Johnson was so badass
Those English rockers couldn’t help but steel his songs
Hound Dog Taylor had six fingers
Played house rocking slide in E
And Albert King’s four fret bends
On the backwards flying V
They laid it down, played it right
Made them guitars, sound funky and cool
Sweetest sound ever from a six stringer
Makes ya wanna strap on an axe and play the blues
Magic Sam’s tremolo
Otis Rush on a 335
Freddy King’s Gold Top Les Paul
Dwayne Allman’s SG slide
Blind Willie Johnson played a mean
Pocketknife on a Stella
And Son House’s National
Thumping out Death Letter
They laid it down, played it right
Made them guitars, sound funky and cool
Sweetest sound, ever from a six stringer
Makes ya wanna strap on an axe and play the blues
Muddy Waters telecaster
BB King making Lucille moan
And many delta-bluesman
Make ya jump with a diddley bow
Elmore James dusting his broom
Hendrix burning his strat on stage
And did you ever hear anyone
Play with the soul of Stevie Ray?
They laid it down, played it right
Made them guitars, sound coolass cool
Sweetest sound, ever from a six stringer
Makes ya wanna strap on an axe and play the blues
Yeah makes ya wanna strap on an axe and play the blues
Makes ya wanna strap on a guitar and play the blues
Makes ya wanna strap on a six string and play the blues yeah
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Iron Horse
03:22
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Rev my throttle
Rubber meets the road
Motor humming
Wild wind blowin’
Hold on honey
I’m coming to rescue you
White lines, black top
Rollin’ on by
Old man eagle
Circling in the sky
Hold on honey
Listen to the engine roar
We were born to ride
We were born to ride the iron horse
Far horizon
Thunder & lightning
Freedom is ours
Nothin’ slowing us down
Hold on tight
I’m getting us out of here
Boots and leather
Engine cookin’
You don’t know
How good your lookin’
Hold on tight honey
Baby and blow my mind
We were born to ride
We were born to ride the iron horse
We were born to ride
We were born to ride the iron horse
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5. |
High Water
03:38
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River rose in ‘62
When Mister Shelby still ploughed with a mule
Rain like hell, five days long
Knee deep in mud, drenched to the bone
High water ’ll come again someday
Build your levee in the earthen clay
High water ‘ll come again someday
Build your levee or you wash away
Ain’t seen the sun since I don’t know when
Bridge washed out, either sink or swim
Everything living just trying to survive
Lawless River so deep and wide
High water ’ll come again someday
Build your levee in the earthen clay
High water ‘ll come again someday
Build your levee or you wash away
If you live on the banks of the muddy water
Pack your suitcase and run for shelter
Better move on up to higher ground
Before that old devil comes to take you down
High water ’ll come again someday
Build your levee in the earthen clay
High water ‘ll come again someday
Build your levee or you wash away
High water ’ll come again someday
Build your levee in the earthen clay
High water ‘ll come again someday
Build your levee surely comes the rain
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Sugar In My Coffee
03:39
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Wake up early meet you at the cafe
Your makeup looks pretty, big smile on your face
You’re looking good this morning, got that sparkle in your eye
Swing in your step, and I know the reason why
I want your sugar in my coffee
Another bright and shinny day
Milk, cream, & honey
All my troubles melt away
I want your sugar in my coffee
Because it really puts me right
And your Daddy don’t know
What we did last night
And all the regulars in their exercise clothes
Want scrambled eggs and bacon, butter on their toast
I know you like yours with the salt and pepper
But there’s only one thing that’s makes my day go better
I want your sugar in my coffee
Another bright and shinny day
Milk, cream, & honey
All my troubles melt away
I want your sugar in my coffee
Because it really puts me right
And your sister don’t know
What we did last night
I used to wake up like a zombie, knock the beer cans on the floor
Tequilla in my head, from the night before
I tried Columbian dark, Ethiopian roast
But there’s one special flavor, that I really love the most
I want your sugar in my coffee
Another bright and shinny day
Milk, cream, & honey
All my troubles melt away
I want your sugar in my coffee
Because it really puts me right
And your brother don’t know
What we did last night
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7. |
Drop On By
02:45
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I could touch base a bit more often
I know it’s been quite a while
I never want to be a bother
But I think about you all the time
You know where to find me
And it is never too late at all
I always sleep with the windows open
Out here I never lock my door
Any time you’re feeling lonely
If there's teardrops in your eyes
If a friend is what you need
Come see me, just drop on by
Doorbell’s long been broken
There ain’t no need for knockin’
I’ve always got records playin’
I get a bit lost in my own world
Any time you’re feeling lonely
If there's teardrops in your eyes
If a friend is what you need
Come see me, just drop on by
If a friend is what you need
Come see me, just drop on by
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8. |
Mama's Cookin
03:44
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Up from the river comes Marcy
Barefooted with a fishing pole
Wearin’ an old straw hat, dirty overalls
Mississippi mud between her toes
Over yonder on the front porch
Mister Charlie talking up Miss Pearl
Cool whisky in a tin cup
Sitting on top of the world
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
Fried chicken on the stove
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
You can smell it coming down the road
Sister Mabel on Sunday
At the Ebenezer Baptist Church
Preacher dunked her three times
Until the devil come up outa her
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
Fried chicken on the stove
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
You can smell it coming through the screen door
Daisy lying in a pine box
Over at the funeral home
Rings on her fingers, have all gone missin’
Gravedigger only had one arm
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
Fried chicken on the stove
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
You can smell it coming down the road
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
Fried chicken on the stove
Mamas cooking in the kitchen
You can smell it coming through the screen door
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9. |
Say You Love Me
03:40
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You don’t have to say you love me
I already know
By the way that you treat me
And how you hold me close
You’re not the kind to waste words
But you let your feelings show
You don’t have to say you love me
I already know
The way you walk beside me
The way you squeeze my hand
The way you tell all of your friends
That you’re proud I’m your man
I can hear it in your heartbeat
I can taste it on your lips
I can feel it in your tenderness
From my head to my toes to my fingertips
You don’t have to say you love me
I already know
By the way that you treat me
And how you hold me close
I don’t need to hang around
And wait for you to tell me so
You don’t have to say you love me
I already know
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In a crowded room it feels just like
There’s no one there but you and I
The way you smile with gentle eyes
The way you kiss me goodnight
I want every body to know
That you are my girl
I’m gonna climb to the top of the highest building
And shout it out loud to the whole wide world
But, you don’t have to say you love me
I already know
By the way that you treat me
And how you hold me close
You’re not the kind to waste words
But you let your feelings show
You don’t have to say you love me
I already know
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10. |
Sweet As You
02:57
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The moon is laughing all night
Looking down like I’m a fool
For drinking red wine, speaking my mind
And losing a woman sweet as you
All the streetlights have gone out
And the West wind chills my bones
Now I’m hungry and I’m cold, and there’s nothing I can do
I lost a woman sweet as you
I step in every puddle on the street
Just trying to find my way home
And the rain drenches me through, in my sock and in my shoe
I lost a woman sweet as you
I wish there were sunny days ahead
Grey cloud just hanging over my head
And its all my fault it’s true, for winding up so blue
I lost a woman sweet as you
The moon is laughing all night
Looking down like I’m a fool
For drinking red wine, speaking my mind
And losing a woman sweet as you
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11. |
Drunk And Stoned
01:48
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Blind Boy Blue got a hole in his boot
Swapped a resonator for his old gold tooth
Got an hat box kick and a bottle of booze
Now he’s buskin’ on the corner singing them blues
Every body round here
Every body round here
Every body round here
Is stumbling drunk and stoned
Sweet Miss Rosie lost her job
She heard they’re hiring down at the Catwalk Club
Now she’s high as a kite, loaded as a dice
She ain’t gonna stay sober tonight
Every body round here
Every body round here
Every body round here
Is stumbling drunk and stoned
Swigging from the bottle, whispering a prayer
May the Midnight Special get me out of here
Every body round here
Every body round here
Every body round here
Is stumbling drunk and stoned
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If women come from Venus
And men really come from Mars
That explains why getting along
Sometimes feels so hard
You’ve got your way of doing things
And you know I’ve got mine
We both need a bit of compromise
When the planets don’t align
Because love makes the world go round
Everybody knows it’s true
Love makes the world go round
And I want to get along with you
You need to know you’re the queen of my heart
Precious treasure of the rarest kind
I need to feel like the king of the world
Every once in a while
We were both doing fine
And getting by on our own
But like Adam and Eve I think we both agree
We weren’t meant to be alone
Because love makes the world go round
Everybody knows it’s true
Love makes the world go round
And I want to get along with you
Your standing in the doorway
In your flowing cotton dress
Batting your eyes and twirling your hair
How can I stay upset?
Because love makes the world go round
Everybody knows it’s true
Love makes the world go round
And I want to make love to you
Because love makes the world go round
Everybody knows it’s true
Love makes the world go round
And I want to make love to you
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8 Ball Aitken Australia
For more than a decade, blues-rocker 8 Ball Aitken has toured the world - performing his swampy, slide guitar-driven songs at more than 200 gigs each year. His live shows have rocked music festivals across the US, Australia, Europe, Canada, and Asia.
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