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Too much to do
03:19
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Driving down the road at 102,
Too fast, I know, but I had a plan,
I called my baby on her mobile phone,
I said Hi there, it's your man.
I'm coming for now you right away,
Let's take a day off and have fun.
Forget your worries, forget your work
It's time to go out in the sun
She said 'Sorry babe, I'd love to come with you,
But I do you hope you understand
I got too much to do.'
It took me by surprise, I have to admit
But I was not deflated
I headed off to visit my old pal Pat
I knew he would be elated.
He answered the door in a pin stripe suit,
looking like a sharp dressed-man
He said 'I'm always up for a drink with you,
As often as I possibly can,
But this time I can't make it,
And I do you hope you understand
I got too much to do.'
My patience and my phone were running low
Thinking live can be a bitch
I really needed a beer or two
One for the road and one for the ditch.
Thought about my drinkin' buddy James
A partner I knew I could trust
I found him in a terrible state
With me in body . . . . but only just.
He said, 'You can see my predicament man,
And I've lost a good few days
I got too much to do.'
I got home, feeling well down,
I couldn't find a drinking friend
But I knew a person to whom I could turn,
One way this day would end.
I shook my alter ego by the hand.
Poured a beer for me and him
I knew that I needed a serious drink,
As my patience was running real thin,
Then he said, 'Sorry, someone has to tell you son,
And I do hope you'll understand
You got too much to do!'
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Where's the why?
02:43
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Tired of waking up on my own,
I have a house, but I don't have a home.
So lonely living life by yourself.
Don't like feeling left up on the shelf
Where's the why? Where's the you?
It doesn't worry me all of the time,
Just appears with no reason or rhyme
Sometimes I see somebody smile
I'd like to be there, every once in a while
Where's the why? Where's the you?
I'm getting older, I'm getting tired
Drunk, too often . . . getting wired
Don't know, how long I can last.
Life is going slower and time is moving fast.
Where's the why? Where's the you?
You might be tall, and slender with long blonde hair.
You might be 'reet petite' I don't really care.
As long as your mind works and your heart is true,
Don't mind if your eyes are green, brown or blue.
Where's the why? Where's the you?
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3. |
True true blues
04:14
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4. |
Feelin' Blue
02:50
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It’s early in the morning
The sun is already hot
There’s fresh food in the kitchen
The coffee pot is hot
So why
Am I feeling blue?
No clouds on the horizon,
I got money in the bank,
My car is sitting pretty
And there's gasoline in the tank
So why
Am I feeling blue?
There's big fish in the river
There's grapes upon the vine.
Last night we had a party
We had a really good time,
So why
Am I feeling blue?
My baby's gone and left me,
Not for another man,
She says she wants to travel,
And she doesn't give a damn.
She told me this morning.
I said I don't know what to say.
She said;'Say what you want, honey,
'Cos I'm leaving you anyway'
So I'll leave the food in the kitchen,
The coffee into kept tale off in my cadillac,
'Cos believe it or not,
My baby has gone cold on me; but her sister has not!
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5. |
How it is
03:32
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I’ve been thinking,
‘Bout what I’ve seen,
About what I’ve done
And where I have been
Made decisions,
‘Bout people I’ve met
Some were good ones,
Some I regret
Don’t know the future, Can’t change the past
That’s how it is.
I’ve been thinking,
‘Bout me and you
Where are we going,
What will we do.
Nothing to hold us together
Not one thing we’ve done.
No reason unites us
We live two lives not one.
Don’t know the future, Can’t change the past
That’s how it is.
I’ve been thinking,
‘Bout what might pass
Will I ever find someone,
A love that‘ll last.
I’m still hoping
Still looking around.
But the other half of me
Is nowhere to be found.
Don’t know the future, Can’t change the past
That’s how it is.
I’ve been thinking,
‘Bout what might have been
Might have been a different take,
Cut to a different scene.
A bit less adventure
Might have been less fun.
But I could be settled down
‘stead of rambling on.
Don’t know the future, Can’t change the past
That’s how it is.
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6. |
You give me the Blues
02:03
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You can be so funny, and you can be so mean.
You can be the sweetest girl the world has ever seen.
It can be so perfect, it can be so right.
But I don't know where I'll be at the end of the night.
'Cos I don't know where it's going to go,
You give me the blues
I think about you baby, all the night and every day,
But i don't know what you're going to do, or what you're going to say.
You know i love you baby for better or for worse.
Don't know if it's a blessing, or whether it's a curse.
You drive me crazy,
You give me the blues
Want to think about the future, forget bout the past,
Try to find something, something that will last.
You know that's all that matters in the end,
To find a lover; to find a friend.
You help me get along; you help me write this song.
You give me the blues
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Rowland Jones Manchester, UK
Started playing guitar during the 60's Blues boom. Still doing it! My music has been described as 'Contemporary Blues and soulful Americana' My songs have been compared to John Martyn, Mose Allison and Richie Havens - and I'm fine with that!
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