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Caldonia (Version 1)
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by Fleecie Moore recording of 1971 from In London (MCA 10843),
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Hey, I'm walking with my woman, she got great big feet Long, lean and angry, she ain't had nothing to eat But she's my woman, and I love her just the same She's a
fine looking woman, and Caldonia is her name
Now here we go!
Caldonia, Caldonia, what makes your big head so hard I love her, yeah, I love her just the same Give me that now
I'm crazy
about the woman, 'cause Caldonia is her name Can we do it once more?
Caldonia, Caldonia, what makes your big head so hard, oh Caldonia, Caldonia, Caldonia
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Caldonia (Version 1)
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by Fleecie Moore recording of 1999 from Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan (MCA 12042)
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Walking with my baby, she got great big feet Long, lean and cranky and ain't had nothing to eat But she's my baby, I love her just the same I'm crazy about my baby
'cause Caldonia is her name
Caldonia, Caldonia What makes your big head so hard? I love you, I love you just the same I'm crazy about you, baby, 'cause Caldonia is your name
You
know my mother told me to leave Caldonia alone No kidding, that what she said She said, "Son, the woman ain't no good, leave her alone" But mama didn't know what Caldonia had been putting
down So I'm going down to Caldonia's house and ask her just one more time
Caldonia, Caldonia What makes your big head so hard? I love you, love you just the same I'm crazy about you,
baby, 'cause Caldonia is your name
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Call It Stormy Monday (With Albert Collins)
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by Aaron T. Walker recording of February 15-19, 1991, Memphis from Blues Summit (MCAD-10710)
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You know I'm crazy 'bout my baby Lord, please send my baby back on to me
Help me out here man, help me out
Sun rise in the east, it set up in the west Yes, the sun
rise in the east baby, and it set up in the west It's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, which one, which one, which one a little bad
Yeah! Go ahead, do it one more
time
Oh the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I'll go out to play Oh the eagle flies on Friday, you know Saturday I'll go out to play Sunday I'll go out to the signify church Oh when
I'll fall down on my knees and pray
I say, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy on me Please, have mercy on me You know I'm crazy, crazy 'bout my
baby Please, send her back, send her back on to meYeah!
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Can't Get Enough
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by Jerry Williams recording of 1988 from King of Blues: 1989 (MCA MCAD-42183)
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I've been tossing and turning all night Staring into the darkness Afraid to turn on the light It's got nothing to do with money I just sure enough want you,
honey And I just can't rest Till I get it right 'Cause when the morning breeze Starts blowing That's when you hear me call your name That's when my love starts showing It's
getting serious, baby End of the game
'Cause I can't get enough of your love I said I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough of your love I said I can't get enough of
your love
You got me walking round in circles Yeah I'm always pacing the floor 'Cause this life I'm living without you I just can't take no more
When the morning breeze starts
blowing I can hear you call my name That's when my love starts showing It's getting serious, baby End of the game
'Cause I can't get enough of your love I said I can't get
enough of your love I can't get enough of your love I said I can't get enough of your love
'Cause when the morning breeze Starts blowing I can hear me call your name That's when
my love starts showing It's getting serious, baby End of the game
'Cause I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough of your love I said I can't get enough of your
love I said I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
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Catfish Blues
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by B.B. King / Joe Josea recording of 19 from My Kind of Blues (Crown 5188) & Paying the Cost to Be the Boss (Delta 17141) & B.B.'s Boogie (Mastertone 8342)
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Well, I wish I was a catfish Swimmin' in the deep blue sea I'd have all you women Fishin' after me Fishin' after me Fishin' after me
Well, I'm
broke and I'm hungry Ragged and I'm dirty too Well, if I clean up, baby, can I Stay home with you Stay home with you Stay home with you
If I can't, can't come in Let me sit
down front of your door I'll leave so early, your Mom won't know Won't never know Won't never know
Oh, I know, know my baby Well, she's going to jump and shout When my
train pulls in and I I come walkin' out Come walkin' out Come walkin' out
Yes, I'm goin', babe I'm goin' And your crying won't make me stay Oh, the more you cry,
baby More I'll go away More I'll go away More I'll go away
Well now I know, I know you don't want me Why in the world won't you tell me so? Then I won't be caught, baby,
'round Your house no more Your house no more Your house no more
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Caught A Touch Of Your Love
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by Craig Bickhart / John Best / J. Keller recording of 1995 from Lucille & Friends (MCA 33008)
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I'm not feeling like I usually do I think it might have something To do with you Every time you're near me My body gets hot Don't need a doctor I know what
I've got Caught a touch of your love It came on overnight I must have held you too tight Last night Caught a touch of your love
Your affection has affected me I'm feeling kind of
dizzy And weak in the knees I've been in love before But never so bad You're in my system And it's driving me mad
The fever from your kisses Tears me apart It starts from your
lips And goes straight to my heart No use pretending 'Cause baby, I'm sure There's no cure And I've just gotta have more
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Chains And Things
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by B.B. King / Dave Clark recording of 1970 from King Of The Blues 4 CD Box Set (MCA MCAD4-10677)
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Woke up this morning, after another one of those crazy dreams Oh, nothing is going right this morning, the whole world is wrong it seems Oh, I guess it's the chain that
bind me I can't shake it loose these chains and things
Got to work this morning, seems like everything is lost I got a cold hearted wrong doing woman, and a slave driving ball I can't
loosen these chains that bind me, can't shake them loosen these chains and things Just can't loosen these chains and things
Well you talk about hard luck and trouble, seems to be my middle
name All the odds are against me, yes, I can only play a losing game These chains that bind me, can't loosen these chains and things Just can't loosen these chains and things
Oh, I
would pack up and leave today people, but I ain't got nowhere to go Ain't got money to buy a ticket, and I don't feel like walking anymore These chains that bind me
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