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Hesitation Blues
04:43
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Sweat Upon My Brow
04:22
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Cold, cold cold sweat!
Sweat Upon My Brow,
You used to love me, so why don’t you want me now?
When I get ready to kiss, you take a step away,
First you get me all excited and then you tell me another day,
Woo, Woman why you gotta treat me that way?
Cold, Cold Cold Sweat!
All over my chest,
Reminds of when I first met you, and I was so impressed,
But then you started to use and play your little games,
Now when I’m talkin’ to you, things just ain’t the same,
Come on Darlin’, Let’s be lovers once again!
Cold, Cold, Cold Sweat!
I’m so ready for you.
I’ve heard you got a new boyfrirend, please tell me that’s not true,
When it comes down to it, you know he’s not as good,
And if you want me to be yours, you know I always would.
Come on Darlin’, Let’s be lovers like we should.
Cold, cold cold sweat!
Sweat Upon My Brow,
You used to love me, so why don’t you want me now?
When I get ready to kiss, you take a step away,
First you get me all excited and then you tell me another day,
Woo, Woman why you gotta treat me that way?
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I don’t feel welcome here, and I don’t feel good
I don’t feel welcome and it’s because of yo
I don’t feel welcome here, I don’t feel welcome here
I don't feel welcome here, why don't you know my name
and if it's you again you can expect the same
I don’t feel welcome here, I don’t feel welcome here
What kind of place is this, what kind of friends are you?
You try to act so hip, but who do you fool?
I don’t feel welcome here, I don’t feel welcome here
I don’t feel welcome, I don’t feel good,
there ain’t no neighbors in my neighborhood
I went from ridin’ high to sinkin’ low
sick of seein’ blank stares everywhere I go,
I’ve got to get the hell away from here,
because I don’t feel good and I don’t feel welcome here
My breath is cold and my feet are too,
I feel uneasy and I feel askew
I don’t feel welcome here, I don’t feel welcome here
It hurts me bad, I know it hurts you too,
but you can’t keep sayin’ things that you no ain’t true
I don’t feel welcome here, I don’t feel welcome here
I’ve done some things that I can’t deny,
but to say that I don’t love you would still be a lie
I don’t feel welcome here, I don’t feel welcome here
You can tear me up and you can tar my name,
when you get through it’s the same damn thing,
You built me up so you could cut me low, but I ain’t gonna be your dog no more,
I’ve got to get the hell away from here, because I don’t feel good and I don’t feel welcome here
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I’ve got a right to carry on, go ahead and song my songs
I’ve got a right to raise the roof, I’m not just sittin’ on the stoop
I’ve got my eye on you
I need to get rowdy and rough, try everything and all of the above,
what is thing called love, ‘cause I can never get enough,
I’m a scoundrel and a fool
I’ve got a right to be unkept, forget the places that I’ve slept,
Forgive me if I‘ve overstepped, but I ain’t finished with you yet
I’m gonna turn you upside down
I’m what the cat dragged in, I’m what the chef threw out,
I’m rotten and I’m evil and I’ll make you jump and shout
I”m not foolin’ with you dear, I’m not tryin’ to turn you ‘round
I’ve been feelin’ lost all year and I’m lookin’ to be found by you
Come on and think it through
Come on and think it through
I’ve got a right to carry on, go ahead and sing my songs,
but little things can change my mood , and I’m apt to come unglued,
So let ‘em know my screws are loose
I’ve got a right to act real squirrelly, go out late and come home early,
You’ve been messin’ with my mind, c’mon baby one more time
because you know you’re lookin’ fine
Some days I might be right, Some days I might be wrong,
but I’ve got to hang in here, stand up and sing my songs
I’m not foolin’ with you dear, I’m not tryin’ to turn you ‘round,
I’ve been feelin’ lost all year and I’m lookin’ to be found by you,
Come on and think it through
Come on and think it through
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I will never ever be the last fool in the rain,
Branches tapping ‘gainst my window pain
Only you could pass me by just to look me up again,
and the only one that’s whispering’s the wind
and the only one that’s whispering’s the wind
I played all the cards I had but they weren’t the ones I’d choose
played until I’d nothing left to lose,
Falling into apathy was the best that I could do..
Here goes one more distillation of the blues
Here goes one more distillation of the blues
Folks are fond of sayin’ that the blues will never die
I could never lick them if I tried
When the cupid’s little arrows smacks right between the eyes
and then love just up and leaves you where you lie
I can’t wait for night to come with the passing of each day
Stellar light have things to tell the a friend would never say
I need only look above when I have lost my way
to be guided by my lucky stars again
to be guided by my lucky stars again
extra
I begin to disappear and I know no reason why,
mistake myself for loneliness sometime
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6. |
Champion Jack
04:02
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7. |
Slippin' Slowly
03:06
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She was just my color and just my size,
She had a swivel in her hip and the devil in her eyes,
I slipped so slowly that before I knew,
Every song that I wrote was coming' out blue.
Smooth Sailin' through the gates of hell,
she might a had my number but I never could tell
I slipped so slowly that before I knew,
Every song that I wrote was coming out blue.
Knee deep in the mud by the bank,
Cause I tried to swim to shore when my love ship sank,
I slipped so slowly that before I knew,
Every song that I wrote was coming out blue.
I looked at my shadow and to my surprise,
I wasn't any bigger than a little bitty fly,
so I flapped my wings and I buzzed around,
and I kissed my baby where the sun goes down,
I caught the fever and I caught the flu,
and I every song that I wrote started coming' blue
I don't want to walk away, but I can't take no more
I was standing up for something, I forget what for,
I slipped so slowly that before I knew,
Every song that I wrote started coming out blue.
She was just my color and just my size,
She had a swivel in her hip and the devil in her eyes,
I slipped so slowly that before I knew,
Every song that I wrote was coming' out blue.
bonus verse
I ain't that evil and i aint that bad,
and I ain't for nobody always diggin' in my past
sometimes you win, sometime you lose,
sometimes all your songs start to coming out blue
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8. |
Bad Kids
04:17
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Bad Kids and they won't do right,
Underneath the staircase shootin' dice,
Passin' 'round a bottle and a big ole spliff,
Shoutin' baby can I git a hit?
Bad Kids in the the dead of night,
Stealin' wallets, stealin' ten-speed bikes,
Walkin' down the street carryin' huntin' knifes,
Carvin' their names in trees.
One day I heard somebody scream,
Peered out the screen door, so as not to be seen,
I figured those bad kids must have been pretty mean,
Because they covered Julio's face in shaving cream
I spied em, up on the roof,
The ringleader and his little brother too,
Thowin stones at the passersby,
Somebody's gonna lose an eye,
B. Why should I fix that gate?
So they can take off the hinge again,
Breakin' rules, Skippin' school.
They're headin' for a life of sin.
It was a rough patch right on the tracks,
If you waved at the train,
the conductor waved back,
All them little kiddies playin' snakes in the grass will never forget that day,
When those bad kids, the ones that was always doin' wrong broke in the window of the old folks home,
Scalin' up the all on a factory pallet,
Bustin' up the bricks with a croquette mallet,
Bad kids in the afternoon,
We heard police sirens soon,
Cops caught wind, and they caught the train,
And we never saw those bad kids again,
No,
We never saw those bad kids again.
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9. |
Adam and The Devil
04:02
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In gentle dreams of a city by the river,
where the poets and the privateers play,
no longer will I sing the songs that the devil gave to Adam,
nor will I worship in a temple of pain.
I’ve got no hook to lay my hat on,
No one to answer to,
I just keep wandering round this big, wide open country,
Looking for you.
I suppose that I could sing songs of my problems,
Lord knows I’ve got a slew,
I suppose that I could sing of them and make you feel for me,
That’s what the cynics want me to do.
Just know I might come empty handed,
Fancy clothes, I have but few,
I’ve got my share of stories to tell,
some of them are even true.
At the bottom of the muddy Mississippi,
they say there’s catfish as big as men,
and if you should ever have the grave misfortune of falling under,
you might never come back up again,
In gentle dreams of a city by the river,
where the poets and the privateers play,
no longer will I sing the songs that the devil gave to Adam,
nor will I worship in a temple of pain.
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10. |
Butterfly Dreamin'
04:51
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Eatin' at me all the time,
These fixations of my mind
and there I lay, awakened late at night
There's no candle by my bedside.
No journal in which to confide.
but the words they burn sufficiently bright.
I've got a wine box full of pages
Books of wisdom through the ages
will I get my chance to live again,
When I wake in the morning with blues sailing round my head
Am I a buttery that's dreamin' or a hungry moth instead?
I would never doubt you.
I love a hundred things about you.
We all have days we're itching for a fight.
You just get my mind to stirring
Start the lines to blurring
And I'll Capture all the musings without light.
So When these instruments won't serve me and
Musicians just unnerve me
Girl you know I've got you in my sights,
When I wake up in the morning with blues flying round my bed
I hope I'm not some butterfly that's dreamin'
and you're lying there instead
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11. |
When The Weather Breaks
04:25
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In the summer, I could get things done,
Back last summer, in the summer sun,
I seemed to have my share of time,
And then suddenly I find,
that the summer's gone
that the summer's gone
In the springtime, when the world was new,
In the springtime, I discovered you,
And I wondered what's to come,
Why you'd fall for such a bum,
I knew you'd run
Yeah, I knew you’d run
In the autumn, with its falling leaves,
In the autumn, how my heart did grieve,
When you offered your reprieve,
and the daylight took it's leave,
with the autumn blue skies
with the autumn blue skies
In the winter, how my heart did ache,
In the winter, oh for heavens sake,
Why must the storm clouds break,
What the summer makes,
It's so hard to take,
When the weather breaks,
and the snowflakes take me down, down down
down, down, down,
down, down, down,
When the weather breaks, and the snowflakes take me down
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Ted Hefko and The Thousandaires New Orleans, Louisiana
Ted Hefko & The Thousandaires stir up an intoxicating brew of the profound and the profane, of virtue and vice and most importantly the volatile in-between. Ted’s songs explore hope and hustlers, saints and strays, drifters and the down-and-out. The band brings these stories to life with the spontaneity of jazz, and the rough-hewn, bare-bones tone of backwoods rhythm and bllues. ... more
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