Messin' With The Blues Lyrics

Gin Soaked Boy
(T. Waits)

I've had a belly full'a you
And that Leavenworth stuff
Now I'm gonna get out
And I'm gonna get rough
Ya been lyin' to me
How could you crawl so low
With some gin soaked boy
That you don't know

Ya came home last night
Full of a fifth of Old Crow
Said yer goin' to yer ma's
Where the hell did you go
You been slippin' out nights
You didn't think I'd know
With some gin soaked boy
That you don't know

Well I bet you as far
As Oklahoma by now
Dogs are barkin' out back
And you knit yer brow
Well, I'm on your trail
Sussed your M.O.
With some gin soaked boy
That you don't know

Living With The Blues
(J. Lyon/M. Noble)

Her sweet scent lingers in your room
Perfumes the sultry Southern night 
While across the moon
A whip-poor-will takes flight
A long slow descent down into the depths
Her last words echo in your ear
The saddest song you know you'll ever hear

When the world looks cold and distant
When there's nothing left to lose
Ah, that's how it feels
Living with the blues

The night sky shifts from black to blue
The first unwelcome hint of dawn
Another day, another day and she's still gone
You can't just walk the streets
But you can't go home
Every word they said was true
But it's too late now
There's nothing you can do

When the world looks cold and distant
When there's nothing left to lose
Ah, you learn how it feels
Living with the blues

Remember all those Sunday mornings
Singing in the choir
Remember all those languid evenings
Wrapped up in desire
Remember all those days
Just her touch would set your skin on fire
On fire

When the world looks cold and distant
When there's nothing left to lose
Now you know how it feels
Now you're living with the blues

Rhumba And Coke
(J. Lyon/G. Tallent)

Hey now, little girl
Here's what I'd like to do
Motor-vate on downtown
And buy us both something cool
And as we dance to the music
I'd like to lose myself in you

Later on, later on
Baby, just we two
We might spend the night together
But don't misconstrue
You can lose yourself in me
While I lose myself in you

Now I'm not trying to feed you some old line
Or be something that I'm not
It's just that you look so cool and fine
And this weather is so damn hot

Listen here, pretty baby
This ain't nothing new
It's just a man and a woman
Doing what they're supposed to do
And who knows what we might find
Baby, let's get lost tonight

Sinful
(G. Tallent/H. Gross)

Well, it's sinful baby the way you look tonight
Well, it's sinful baby the way you look tonight
You may be on the road to ruin darling, 
But you're sure doing something right

It's sinful all those things you do to me
It's sinful all those things you do to me
I don't have a prayer now darling
May the good lord forgive me

Might be sinful, but it sure feels good to me
Might be sinful, but it sure feels good to me
If the devil tried to warn me
I still could not let you be

Messin' Round With The Blues
(F. Hunt)

I'm feeling low down
I act like a clown
I really don't know
What to do, what to do
Feeling so blue
Just thinking of you
You told me one day
We were through, we were through
Losing my mind
Just messin' around with the blues

With you on my mind
I'm blue all the time
I wonder just where
You can be, you can be
If you only knew
What I'm going through 
You'd hurry back home
Can't you see
Losing my mind
Just messin' around with the blues

It's funny but true
What people will do
They tell me each day
Let her go, just let her go
But I couldn't hide
Even if I tried
I love her so much
Don't you know, don't you know
Losing my mind
Just messin' around with the blues

Tell 'Em I'm Broke
(J. Lyon/G. Tallent)

People, I used to be so down and out
They called me the hard luck kid
I just couldn't seem to catch a break
No matter what I did...no no
All these bill collectors would call me up
Cryin' for the money I owed
I'd just tell 'em I'm broke
And don't come 'round here no mo'...uh uh

I went to see this old buddy of mine
'Cause I knew he had some money to lend
But when I rang his front door bell
His wife wouldn't let me in...huumm
I heard him shout from the pool out back
As she was slammin' that door
Tell 'em I'm broke
And don't come 'round here no mo'

Can you believe this stuff?!
What that old fool doesn't realize is;
I know I got the winning lot'ry ticket
Right here in my pocket
And when I collect ALL my winning's...
Brother, are we gonna have a time...
And he ain't gonna be invited
I feel pretty good already...
I think I'll blow some harp

Yeah, there'll be long haired misses
In cocktail dresses
And buddies from my life of crime
I'll buy drinks in every dive in Jersey
And I ain't savin' one damn dime
And if that fool starts to come around
Knock-knock-knockin' on my back door
We'll just tell 'em I'm broke
And don't come 'round here no more

Satan's Shoes
(J. Lyon/G. Tallent/B. Bandiera)

Down to the dregs
Of a two-week binge
Lost in the swamp
Way out past the fringe
He was rolled in Baton Rouge
Now he's barefoot in the bayou
Staring at a sight
That would make a dead man cringe

Out beyond the levee
The swamp grass is on fire
You can hear the marsh birds scream
As the methane drives them higher
Then the Devil in the flesh
Walking on fetid water
Holds out a taloned hand
And says "I know what you desire"

Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
You want to walk around in Satan's shoes
Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
You want to dance in Satan's shoes

You've been a loser all your life
You're friendless, you're loveless
You've been abandoned by your wife
Well, I've got the trick
That will make your life a treat
C'mon, what d'ya say
Slip 'em on your feet

Well, he tried 'em on
And they fit like a hand tooled glove
And that fine Corinthian leather
Felt just like a mother's love
He howled at the moon
And he raged at the sun
Yea, he all kinds of illicit fun

Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
I want to walk around in Satan's shoes
Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
I want to dance in Satan's shoes

Ah, people, now 
We come to the sad part of the story
They found him face down
In the mayor's wife's morning glories
Yeah, he had a good time
But it didn't last too long
Now he's somewhere singing
That old mournful song...you know

Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
You want to walk around in Satan's shoes
Satan's shoes, Satan's shoes
He's stepping out tonight in Satan's shoes

Cadillac Jack
(K. Gordon)

My daddy sells Caddys down on Grand Avenue
He walks that hot asphalt in his new white shoes
He's tryin' to talk some fool into that two door on the corner
Well, it ain't ever run and it ain't ever gonna
Doctored odometers and forged inspections
Landed my pappy in the House of Correction

Cadillac Jack's #1 son
Dirty hands get the dealin' done
I'm just a chip off'a the busted block
Cadillac Jack's #1 son

I wrapped this Eldorado ¡round a telephone pole
And landed straight in the arms of the state patrol
There was whiskey on my breath and blood on the wheel
And bright lights in my face..."Hey, what's the big idea!"
But Pappy knows the D.A. and he'll see it our way
A big stack of cash can surely save

Cadillac Jack's #1 son
Dirty hands get the dealin' done
I'm just a chip off'a the busted block
Cadillac Jack's #1 son

Now don't the blood run thicker than the law when you're on the brink
The things you do for love and hate No, you don't stop to think

Now, there's this woman I know used to treat me kind
And the baby she rockin' in her arms is mine
But I just can't abide no restraining order
I' m gonna grab that kid and break for the border
We'll be just a coupl'a gringos down in Mexico
South of Matamoros, ain't nobody gonna know

Cadillac Jack's #1 son
Dirty hands get the dealin' done
I'm just a chip off'a the busted block
Cadillac Jack's #1 son

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Looks Like Rain
(J. Lyon)

She caught the five-fifteen to Reno
Said she'd phone me in a week
I had a ten-spot in my pocket
And her lipstick on my cheek
I still hear that railroad whistle
Blowing like a hurricane
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

I had a gypsy take me downtown
To my usual port o' call
Where everyone's a drunken sailor
Waiting on a call
I took my ivy-covered cottage
And slowly poured it down the drain
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

I mumble that I'm better off
Shout out that I don't care
But the whiskey takes my drunken words
And throws them down the stairs
From the black-and-white above the bar
I hear that same sad refrain
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

Well no no no no
No, people I haven't gone insane
It's just that mean old southern whiskey
Clouding up my brain
It's just that mean old Southern whiskey
Dragging me down again
Lord, Lord, Lord, I wish she'd never caught that train
Weatherman says fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks like rain

River's Invitation
(P. Mayfield)

I've been all across the country
And I've stayed in every town
Because I'm trying to find my baby
But no one has seen her around
And you know which way I'm headed
If my baby can't be found

I spoke to the river
And the river spoke back to me
It said man you look so lonely
You look full of misery
And if you can't find your baby
Come and make your home with me

Well, I don't want to leave her
Because I know she's still alive
And someday I'm going to find her
And I'll take her for a ride
And we'll spend our days forever
In our home beneath the tide

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Come Home Little Girl
(Schuler/Stutes)

Ah ah ah ah
Little girl what's on yo mind
Ah ah ah ah
Little girl what's on yo mind
You lef' your daddy
Lef' yo daddy in the back do' cryin'

Well, listen to me baby
Wantcha ta listen well
Yer gonna wanna come back home, do tell
Aw baby, why doncha come back home
Yer daddy's so lonesome
Lonesome and so all alone...yes he is

I came home this mornin'
Found a long long note on my do'..yes I did
Came home this mornin'
Found a long long note on my do'... yeah 
It tol' me you were leavin'
And you weren't comin' home no mo'...yeah

Well' let me tell you baby
Let me tell you once't
I ain't a gonna be nobody's dunce
Oh, baby, why 'oncha come back home
Yer daddy's so lonesome
Lonesome and so all alone...yes he is

Mother Earth
(P. Chatman/L. Simpkins)

You may play the horses
You may even own the race track
You may have enough money
To buy anything you lack
I don't care where you go
And I don't care what you're worth
When it all ends up
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may high-hat me all the time
You may never go my way
But Mother Earth if layin' for you
And that's a debt you've got to pay
I don't care where you go
And I don't care what you're worth
When it all ends up
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may be a big shot in the city
You may own your own home town
You may fly your own jet plane
Think you never will come down
I don't care where you go
And I don't care what you're worth
When it all ends up
You got to go back to Mother Earth

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Kill My Love
(J. Lyon/G. Tallent)

Every night, ain't nothing new
Don't know where you are, woman
But I know what you're up to
You're doing wrong, baby
Swear by stars above
You're gonna kill my love
You're gonna kill my love

I work so hard
Do the best I can
Laugh in my face
Call me your shadow man
Some day, baby
I'll have had enough
You're gonna kill my love
You're gonna kill my love

Last time, baby
I beg you to change your ways
Trouble's comin'
It's just a matter of days
That's all, baby
This is my last appeal
May not be pretty
But I swear to god it's real
Soon now, baby
Push will come to shove
I'm gonna kill my love
I'm gonna kill my love