A.C. Reed
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Table Of Content (13 songs, 4 soundclips)

Page 1

Big Woman
Broke Music
Fed Up
Florine
Give It Up (Smoking)
I Got Mad
Junk Food

Last Time Around
Lonely Man
Party With Y'all
Roadhouse Blues
Women In A Pick Up
You're Going To Miss Me

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Big Woman

soundclip


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

I want a tell ya about my baby, she used to weigh 383
She went to Jenny Craig, and now she's just as slim as me
Talkin' 'bout my baby, whoa yeah, that woman a-mine
Well she used to be a big woman, right now, she's slim and fine

She be on the cover of some-a magazine
'Cause that woman upset these men when she wear her blue jean
Oh yeah, talkin' about that woman a-mine
Well she used to be a big woman, right now, she's slim and fine

When summer comes she wears bathin' suit
Men gather 'round her 'cause she's so cute
Talkin' about my woman, whoa yeah, that woman a-mine
I wanna tell ya I wanna thank, Jenny Craig, 'cause right now she's slim and fine

 

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Broke Music

soundclip


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of ca. 1981/'82, recorded live at The Paradise Club in Tulsa, Oklahoma
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

I got the blues, you know I'm so broke I wanna cry
Lord, I got 'em, you know I'm so broke I wanna cry
Because my baby she's gone and I just don't know the reason why

She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
Whoa, Lord
I gotta find my baby, 'cause I don't want nobody else

Well now I love that woman so much
She got me on the run
She got the keys to my car
She got my great big mansion

She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
I gotta find my baby, 'cause just don't want nobody else

 

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Fed Up


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Still playin' this music now
I wanna show you way I feel
I feel bad 'cause I don't have a dollar bill
I need money, Lord, at least that's what I wish
One bird in the hand is better 'n two out in the bush

That' why I'm fed up
(He's fed up)
Gotta keep the bird right in my hand, oh yeah
Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
An' get me a job like the average man, um-hm

I'm gonna get me a job where I work from nine to five
I'm playin' this music an' I can't hardly survive
Money on a musician is the worst musician I ever seen
I was better off when I was workin' for Walgreen

That's why I'm fed up
(He's fed up)
Wanna keep a dollar right in my hand, oh yeah
Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
Get me a job like the average man, um-hm

Should be a star 'cause I always want to be
I hate guitars 'cause they just won't profit to me
I'm playin' my saxophone an' I'm walkin' the streets an' cryin'
Gotta get me a job 'cause I don't have a lousy dime!

Now I hate this music 'cause it always leave me flat
Thirty dollar job and you got your agent tryin' a-steal that
People keep on tellin' me blues don't get satisfaction
One hit record then I'll be a star like Michael Jackson

That's why I'm fed up
(He's fed up)
Gonna keep a dollar right in my hand, oh yeah
Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
And get me a job like the average man

Lord, I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
An' get me a job like the average man

Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
An' get me a job like the average man

 

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Florine


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Florine, Lord you know I call her, Flo
Florine, you know I call her, Flo
She's my hip shakin' mama and she shake like jello

You know I met her, long time ago
You know I met her, long time ago
She's my hip shakin' mama and she shake like jello
Woo-hoo-hoo

Shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)
An' shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)
Shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)
Now shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)

She's my hip shakin' mama
And she shake like jello
Hoo-hoo-hoo

You know I met her, long time ago
You know I met her, long time ago
She's my hip shakin' mama and she shake like Jello
Hee-hee

Shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)
Shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it shake it baby)
Shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)
An' shake it, shake it baby
(Shake it, shake it baby)

She's my hip shakin' mama
And she shake like jello
E-hee-ee

Woo-hoo-eee

Woo-hoo

 

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Give It Up (Smoking)


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Lord, I smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke two packs a day
Only thing it's doin' to me
Is fadin' my life away

That's why, I'm gonna do what I gotta do, oh yeah
Well, I done made up my mind
I'm gonna cut this smokin' or lose, oh yeah

Lord, I go out and have a drink
Go to the cigarette machine
I don't seem to help it
'Cause I'm addicted to the nicotine

That's why I gotta do what I gotta do, oh yeah
Well I done made up my mind
I'm gonna cut this smokin' or lose

Now I don't care what ya smoke
Now it could be cigarettes or it could be killer dope
Whatever it is now you better quit
Because it would take your life, bit by bit

Now don't hang in the streets
And run with the wrong gang
If you do your life can't be the same
You might think that's a good thing to do
But it they offer you drugs just say, "No thank you"

You might try it once
And if that's the way you feel
When you get that habit
You gotta rob and steal

So never think that is
The way to go
If they offer you drugs
Just please say "No"

I wanna tell all you children
You better shake this curse
Never use cocaine
'Cause it's just as bad or worse

That's why, you better do what you gotta do, oh yeah
Well then make up your mind
If you can touch that stuff or lose, oh yeah

Lord, you better give it up
(Give it on up)
Don't waste no time
(Give it on up)
You better listen to me now baby
(Give it on up)
'Cause you might be dyin'
(Give it on up)
Better give it on up
(Give it on up)
Just give it on up
(Give it on up)
Just make up your mind now
(Give it on up)
Darlin' don't use the stuff
(Give it on up)
Better give it on up
(Give it on up)
That's the way to go
(Give it on up)
If they offer you drugs, darlin'
(Give it on up)
Will you please say, "No"
(Give it on up)
Just give it on up
(Give it on up)
Just give it on up
(Give it on up)
Better give it on up

Fading:
(Give it on up)
Better give it on up
(Give it on up)
Better give it on up, darlin', darlin'
(Give it on up)
Don't use the stuff
(Give it on up)
Just give it on up
(Give it on up)

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Note: vocals by A.C. Reed and Maurice John Vaughn.

 

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I Got Mad

soundclip


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of ca. 1982, recorded live at The Paradise Club, Tulsa Oklahoma
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Come home this mornin' my woman she treated me like dirt
Just because I had lipstick on my shirt
She looked at me she made a nasty crack
I said, "Please, please woman get off-a my back"

I got mad (got mad baby)
Got so mad (I got a bad little baby)
I got mad you can see
That woman tryin' to beat the hell out-a me

I got the meanest woman that you ever seen
That woman tried to beat the hell out of me
She said, "I'm tired of you foolin' around"
Then she picked up a brick an damn near knocked me down

I got mad (got made baby)
Got so mad (I got a bad little baby)
I got mad you can see that woman tryin' to beat the hell out of me

Now I thought of ev'ry night and day
That kinda love can't go on that way
That woman she said, "You tryin' to be slick"
She said, "I will take this knife and I will cut off your prick!"
I got mad (I got mad baby)
Got so mad (I got a bad little baby)
I got mad you can see that woman tryin' to beat the hell out of me
Whoa yeah

I got mad (I got a bad little baby)
Got so mad (I got a bad little baby)
I got mad (I got a bad little baby)
I stay so mad (I got a bad little baby)
I got mad you can see that woman tried to beat the hell out of me

 

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Junk Food

soundclip


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Ridin' down a highway in my ragged Greyhound bus
Wanted to buy me some food but my money didn't have enough
No time for foolin' around I had to go an' do a show
So I edged it off the highway at a 7-11 store

I bought junk food
I bought me some junk food
I bought some junk food
I bought some junk food
I bought me some junk food, junk food
Lord, Lord, Lord

I bought a long hot dog
Wasn't no steak dinner but I ate just the same
Wasn't no hamburger, I didn't stop at Burger King
It wasn't no Fat Mac, and it wasn't no barbecue
It wasn't no collard greens, I tell ya but plain old junk food

I was eatin' junk food
I was eatin' this junk food
I was eatin' some junk food
I was eatin' this junk food
I was eatin' junk food, junk food
Lord, Lord, Lord

I ate a foot long dog

I hate this junk food
It's bad for my health
But I'm playin' these lousy blues
An' I can't afford nothin' else
Never made too much money
So that's all I've got to eat
Them Polish hot dog and I buy 'em on Maxwell Street1

Got to eat junk food
I got to eat junk food
I got to eat junk food
I got to eat junk food
I got to eat junk food, junk food
Woo Woo Wee

Talkin' 'bout bologna an' cheese
I've got to eat junk food

I've got to eat junk food
I've got to eat junk food
I've got to eat junk food
I've got to eat junk food
I've got to eat junk food
I've got to eat junk food
I've got to eat junk food

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Note: Maxwell Street, famous "blues" street in Chicago.

 

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Last Time Around


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Been playin' blues all-a my life
Always have been that way
But I've a got tired of these bills comin' in
And I don't have the money to pay

That is why, I gotta put it down
So I'm gonna tell ya again
It's gonna be my last time around

Well please don't try to tell me
'Bout all the money I made
Last night I went out an' I played all night
When it was over I didn't get paid

That is why, I gotta put it down
So I'm gonna tell ya again
This gonna be my last time around

Well I know I'm in the wrong business
That don't bother me
I'm gonna take my saxophone an' sell it
I'm goin' down in Tennessee

That is why, I gotta put it down
So I'm gonna tell ya again
This gonna be my last time around

 

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Lonely Man


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

I'm a lonely man, wrapped up all in this world of mine
Lord I'm lonely, I'm wrapped up all in this old world of mine
Now I gotta find me somebody, an' I won't have to sing these blues an cry

I feel bad, I feel so bad than I ever been, Lord, I feel bad, bad, bad
I feel so bad than I ever been
Now I ain't had no good lovin', well, well, well, since you know when

Well now I went out with my woman last night
She asked me what did I wanna do
I said, "I need some lovin' darlin' "
She said, "Ooo what the hell bit you?"

Now I'm lonely
I'm wrapped up all in this old world of mine, oh Lord
Now if I don't find nobody
I'm stayin' home 'til I die

 

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Party With Y'all


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

Now won't ya come on baby let me go out an party wit y'all
Now won't ya come on baby let me go out an party wit y'all
I ain't got much money but we'll really, really have a ball

You ain't got no date so you ain't got nothin' to lose
You ain't got no date so you ain't got nothin' to lose
We will find us a joint we gon' dance by some good old blues

I played a gig last night
I got paid with a check
The check bounced on me
Now I'm in an' awful wreck

But you come on baby we'll go out party wit' y'all
I ain't got much money but we'll really, really have a ball

Come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby

I ain't got much money but we'll really, really have a ball

Come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby

I ain't got much money but we'll really, really have a ball

 

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Roadhouse Blues


by John Densmore / Robby Krieger / Ray Manzarek / Jim Morrison
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

(Spoken:
Put your seat belts on, we gonna ride down the road)

Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel

Well we goin' to Kingston Mines1
Say we gonna have a real
Good time, yes alright
It's alright

In the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
In the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people that like to go down slow, yeah

Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll, all night long

Yeah, blow your horn, A.C.!
Let me hear you blow

I want you baby
I say passion lady
I want you baby
So give up your vows
Say give up your vows

Save our city
Save our city
The girl is alright
Yeah, you know she's alright

Say let her roll, roll, roll
Let her thrill my soul
You gotta honk a bonk a beep bonk
A bump, bump, bump
You gotta bbbbbbbbbbb
I tell you baby

I, I, I, I, I, I , I wanna make love to ya baby
All night long

Said we woke up this mornin', A. C.,
(Got some scotch and milk)
Said we woke up this mornin', A. C.,
(Got some scotch and milk)

I said your future is uncertain
The end is always near, yeah

Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll, all night long

All night long
All night, all night, all night all night long

Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll baby roll
Let it roll, all night long
Yeah!

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Note: vocal by Arthur Irby;
Note 1: Kingston Mines is a Chicago Blues Club.

 

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Woman In A Pick Up


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

I was runnin' down the highway, goin' down to New Orleans
Two women passed me, drivin' a big machine
I didn't know what it was but finally I caught up
They gettin' a spendin' ticket and they were drivin' a pick up truck

Two womens in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Two womens in a pick up truck, man them is really tuff
Rollin' down the highway drivin' their pick up truck

Said, "Honey where you goin' I want you to make my day"
She said, "I'll do anything just as long as you goin' my way"
She said, "We not dressed up we only got on blue jeans"
"But we feel right fine so we're goin' down to New Orleans"

Two womens in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Two womens in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Rollin' down the highway drivin' their pick up truck

I was runnin' down the highway drivin' 'bout sixty-five
(Say what, say what?)
I would find them women I was the happiest man alive
(Say what, say what?)
I say "You're doin' good honey, now tell me what more can we do?"
(Say what, say what?)
She said, I'll drive anything and drive an' eighteen wheeler too"
(Say what, say whaaat?)

Two womens in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Two womens in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Ridin' down the highway, drivin' their pick up truck

Two women's in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Two women's in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff
Goin' to New Orleans they were drivin' their pick up truck

 

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You're Going To Miss Me


by Aaron Carthen Reed
recording of 19
from
Junk Food (Delmark 3970), copyright notice

I know little gal, you gon' miss me
I know, darlin' you gon' cry
When it's all over, you might wanna die-i

I know, gonna have tears in your eye-eyes
You'll be lonely an' really won't know why-i
When it's all over, you might wanna die-i

When you left me little girl, you only hurt yourself
When you left me darlin', you only hurt yourself
But now it's all over, there's nothin' else left
Ooh

Woman! Woman! Woman! Woman!

Oh! Hey! Yeah! Oh!

I know little gal, gonna have tears in your eye-eyes
You'll be lonely, woman, but you won't know why
But when it's all over, you might wanna cry

Now listen girl

When you left me now, you know you hurt yourself (real bad!)
When you walked out on me little gal, only hurt yourself
But now it's all over woman, there's nothing else left

Ooh, Look out gal!

Woman! woman! woman! woman!
Fading:
Woman! woman!

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Note: vocal by Sammy Fender.

 

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Page last updated on:
June 12 2000


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