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Breaking
Down The Henhouse
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1982
from Hans
Theessink & Gerry Lockran Cushioned For A Soft Ride
Inside (Autogram),
copyright
notice
I've got a sugar babe 'cross the river
Big black river's deep and wide
Some day soon I'll go and see her
'Way over on the other side
I've got a sugar babe down the highway
Takes a travel of a day 'n night
Some day soon I'll go and see her
'Cause she is my heart's delight
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1998
from Blue Grooves From Vienna (a 50th
birthday celebration), copyright
notice
Come on baby come along with me
Down to the bayou1 country
To the swamplands where the cajuns2 go
Do the zydeco3
Alligator jumps around
Wags his tail to the squeeze-box sound
There's a fish-fry and there's hot gumbo4
Come on baby let's go
Tune up the fiddle, roisin' up the bow
Listen to the fiddle of Old Man Moe
Sends a tune up to the sky
Watch them bowhairs fly
Alligator jumps around ...
There's Old Ray and black-eyed Susie
Rockin' to the beat of a Cajun boogie
Dancin' the two-step and the fais dodo5
Come on baby let's go
Alligator jumps around ...
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Note 1: bayou, any of various usually marshy or sluggish
bodies of water;
Note 2: Cajun, a citizen from the U.S. state of Louisiana
descended from French-speaking immigrants from Acadia,
Canada. The Acadians were French settlers of eastern Canada
who were exiled from their land in the 1750's. The Cajuns
are their descendants who settled in Louisiana. The word
Cajun is an alteration of Acadian. Find out more at this
site, Acadian-Cajun
Genealogy & History;
Note 3: zydeco, popular music of southern Louisiana that
combines tunes of French origin with elements of Caribbean
music and the blues and that features guitar, washboard, and
accordion;
Note 4: gumbo, a soup thickened with okra pods or
filé and containing meat or sea foods and usually
vegetables;
Note 5: fais dodo, probably a Cajun dance.
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1992 resp. 1993 and 1998
from Call
Me (Deluge DEL-D-3006) &
Hans
Theessink & Blue Groove, LIVE (Minor
744125) & Ratzenbeck,
Theessink, Langer RTL3, Gitarre x 3, copyright
notice
When darkness lies heavy, the night is too long
You need a shoulder, you can lean on
Call me, call me
The words of a lovesong are hurting your soul
Your lover has left you standing out in the cold
Call me, call me
I can't bring you the rainbow
Promise you silver nor gold
Oh but darling, I can reach out a hand to hold
You can't tell your visions from reality
Like a clown that keeps laughing to hide all his tears
Call me, call me
You're walking a highway that got no return
Ain't no way back 'cause your bridges are burnt
Call me, call me
You can count on me, call me
You can count on me, call me
You can call me
You feel like a singer who's lost all his songs
A sailor that's been out upon the ocean too long
Call me, call me
The dreams that you dream can't pull you through
Disillusion keeps following you
Call me, call me
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1982
from Hans
Theessink & Gerry Lockran Cushioned For A Soft Ride
Inside (Autogram),
copyright
notice
If you go down to South Rampart Street
There's a man down there you'll likely meet: Charly Stone,
playing his slide-trombone
Little children dance around
Dance to his happy sound
Charly Stone, playing his slide-trombone
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traditional
recording of 1982
from Hans
Theessink & Gerry Lockran Cushioned For A Soft Ride
Inside (Autogram),
copyright
notice
Come back baby, baby please don't go
One more time just before you hit the road
Come back baby, let's talk it over one more time
One more time, one more time
Let's talk it over one more time
Come back baby, let's talk it over one more time
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traditional, new lyrics and music by
Gerry Lockran
recording of 1982
from Hans
Theessink & Gerry Lockran Cushioned For A Soft Ride
Inside (Autogram),
copyright
notice
When I was just a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In them old cottonfields back home
Well when them cotton folks get rockin'
We don't pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In them old cottonfields back home
When Jess 'n I were just about knee high
'N our daddy's corn was ridin' mighty high
In them sweet old cottonfields back home
Mama would pray to the lord to save our cattle
'N get the mandolin down 'n make the chickens scuttle
In them old cottonfields back home
Well when them cotton folks get rockin' ...
When Jake 'n Jonas was drinkin' whiskey
We hit on the road up to Tennessee
'N leave them old cottonfields back home
But mama would wring her hands 'n start a-cryin'
Sayin' her boys wouldn't leave their mother dyin'
In them old cottonfields back home
"No way Mama ..."
Well when them cotton folks get rockin'
(spoken: Then mama would take the mandolin down 'n start
a-playing and a-dancing, playing just like this)
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1995
from Crazy
Moon (RFR 1016), copyright
notice
Crazy moon, look what you've done
Crazy moon, look what you've done
Crazy moon, look what you've done
Took away my woman, left me all alone
Crazy moon, drive me out of my mind
Crazy moon, drive me out of my mind
Crazy moon, drive me out of my mind
Took away my woman, took away my life
Crazy moon, hiding in the sky above
Crazy moon, hiding in the sky above
Crazy moon, hiding in the sky above
Took away my woman, took away my love
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1992
from Call
Me (Deluge DEL-D-3006),
copyright
notice
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
Sign of rain, sign of rain
When you hear them woodowls callin' through the night
When you hear them woodowls callin' through the night
When you hear them woodowls callin' through the night
Somebody's leavin' this old world behind
When you hear that high 'n lonesome sound
When you hear that high 'n lonesome sound
When you hear that high 'n lonesome sound
Somebody's on his last go round
Beg for mercy on your bended knees 'n pray
Beg for mercy on your bended knees 'n pray
Beg for mercy on your knees 'n pray
Ain't nowhere to run to, ain't no hiding place
Beg for mercy on your bended knees 'n pray
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1987 resp. 1998
from Baby
Wants To Boogie (Flying Fish
FF-70455) & Blue Grooves From
Vienna (a 50th birthday celebration), copyright
notice
Oh the sun is nearly rising
And the night is almost gone
And the night is almost gone
The darkest hour is just before dawn
Won't you cuddle up a little closer
Mama won't you hold my hand
Mama won't you hold my hand
The blues is creeping on me
Got to loose 'em if I can
Oh, the sun is nearly rising
I can hear the rooster crowing
Mama 't ain't long fore day
Mama 't ain't long fore day
Wait for the sunshine
To drive my blues away
Oh, the sun is nearly rising
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Death
Don't Have No Mercy
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by reverend Gary Davis
recording of 1998
from Lifeline (Blue Groove BG-9020),
copyright
notice
Death don’t have no mercy in this land
Come to your house, won’t stay long
You look in the bed and somebody be gone
Death don’t have no mercy in this land
Death never takes a vacation in this land
Come to your house, won’t stay long
You look in the bed and your mother be gone
Death never takes a vacation in this land
Death will leave you crying in this land
Come to your house, won’t stay long
You look in the bed and your father be gone
Death will leave you crying in this land
Death always in a hurry in this land
Come to your house, won’t stay long
You look in the bed and your brother be gone
Death always in a hurry in this land
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traditional
recording of 1970
from Next
Morning At Sunrise (Autogram
130), copyright
notice
I received a letter, it was addressed in red
I received a letter, it was addressed in red
It said "Come on home daddy, your mama is dead"
I went to the depot, caught the train a-flyin'
I went to the depot, caught the train a-flyin'
When I walked in her door, saw my little baby's dyin'
I went to her bedside, looked down in her face
I went to her bedside, looked down in her face
Said "I love you, love you, baby but I just can't take your
place"
Well you don't mind your water, until your well runs dry
Well you don't mind your water, until your well runs dry
You don't miss your mama, till the day she's gonna die
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traditional, arranged by Hans
Theessink (from the singing of
Garfield Akers)
recording of 1989 resp. 1998
from Johnny
& The Devil (Blue Groove
2010) & Blue Grooves From
Vienna (a 50th birthday celebration), copyright
notice
Yes I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
Yes I rose this morning, didn't know right from wrong
Have you ever woke up, your dough-roller gone
Then you wring your hands, cry all day long
Yes, I told my woman, before I left the town
Don't you let nobody, tear your barrelhouse down
Yes, I fold my arms and slowly walked away
I said "That's allright mama, your troubles gon' come some
day"
Yes I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
Yes I woke up this morning, didn't know right from wrong
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1989
from Johnny & The Devil,
copyright
notice
If I had money just like Henry Ford
If I had money just like Henry Ford
Have my breakfast here
And my supper in New York
They accused me of murder, never raised my hand
I may be a poor man
But I never harmed another man
They accused me of robbery, never took a dime
There's men in this world that steal millions
And they never have to do no time
False accusations, lord can't you hear me cry
Gonna get up in the morning
Take a long black train and ride
If I had money just like Henry Ford
Have my breakfast here
And my supper in New York
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by Muddy Waters
recording of 1997
from Journey
On (Minor 84172),
copyright
notice
Well late over in the evening
I feel like blowin' my horn
Well I woke up this morning
All I had was gone
Brooks run into the ocean
Ocean run into the sea
If I don't find my baby
Somebody sure gonna bury me
Minutes seem like hours
Hours seem like days
Well seems like my baby
Well boy must stop her lowdown (evil) ways
Some people tell me
The worried blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling
I almost ever had
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1989
from Johnny & The Devil,
copyright
notice
Baby baby don't you know
What happened to me a while ago
I may be wrong and I may be right
When I came home and I turned on the light
Somebody running out your backdoor
Never seen a thing move that fast before
Flying shoes, flying shoes
Running like a bullet, down the avenue
Baby baby take my advice
I tell you once and I tell you twice
Mama I want you to understand
I don't want you messing with no other man
Hey baby don't you fool around with me
'Cause I'm as jealous as a man can be
Flying shoes, flying shoes
Running like a bullet, down the avenue
Trouble hiding on a big old tree
Old man trouble ain't no friend to me
Looked him straight in the eye as I turned around
Son-of-a-bitch came tumbling down
Big bang as he hit the floor
Sure won't bother me no more
Flying shoes, flying shoes
Running like a bullet, down the avenue
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Get
Down 'n' Play The Blues
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1995
from Crazy
Moon (RFR 1016), copyright
notice
If you're lonesome and you're feeling blue
Let me tell you what to do
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
Don't let the folks around here drive you crazy
Just sit back and take it easy
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
Dig the music let it turn you on
Rocking to the boogie-rhythm all night long
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
Tuba at the bottom to hold it down
Roll on easy, man, I love that sound
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
Steady beat and a funky tune
Pickin' and a-grinnin' by the light of the moon
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
Get some action, move your feet
Satisfaction guaranteed
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
If your knees are knocking and you feel like rocking
If your hips are shaking and the strings ain't breaking
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
It don't cost money, just take your time
We'll be hoppin'-and-a-boppin' till the morning-light
Baby, get down 'n play the blues
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1998
from Lifeline (Blue Groove BG-9020),
copyright
notice
The music’s over and the crowd is gone
We really rocked the joint tonight
Get on the bus, head for the road
Watch out for those highway signs
Got a woman waiting down the line
At the brighter side of dawn
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now
Burn the rubber, just keep goin’
We’re going home, we’re going home, going home
I love my music and the life I live
I guess I’m quite a lucky guy
Sixty shows in sixty days
Too many hellos, too many goodbyes
The boys in the band are happy now
They know we’re homeward bound
Got our motor humming and a straight long road
Driver put that hammer down
I love my woman and she loves me
Long distance love for too much time
But I gotta sing and I gotta play
And sometimes leave that girl behind
I feel my heart beat stronger now
Got a fire in my soul
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now
Burn the rubber, just keep goin’
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traditional
recording of 1982
from Hans
Theessink & Gerry Lockran Cushioned For A Soft Ride
Inside (Autogram),
copyright
notice
Well I'm goin' down to Brownsville
Find me that right hand road
Lord I ain't gonna stop walkin'
'Till I find sweet mama's door
Well that girl that I love
She got long black curly hair
'N her mother 'n her father
Sure don't want me standing there
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traditional arranged by Hans
Theessink (from the singing of
Son House)
recording of 1989
from Johnny & The Devil,
copyright
notice
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
There's one thing to bear in mind
A true friend is hard to find
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
Your mother she may talk about you
Your brothers and your sisters they will talk about you,
too
No matter how you're trying to live
They will talk about you still
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
They'll jump you up and they jump you down
They'll try to turn you 'round and 'round
As soon as you turn your back around
They'll try and crush you down
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
Don't you mind people grinning in your face
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1994
from Hard
Road Blues (Minor 801047),
copyright
notice
Grab my suitcase, take up on the road
Grab my suitcase, take up on the road
I'm going away, where I've never been before
Moon going down, sun rising in the east
Moon going down, sun rising in the east
Another man got my woman, lonesome blues got me
I got the blues, just can't find no rest
I got the blues, just can't find no rest
Blues keep me moving like the wild geese flying to the
west
I got the blues, can't be satisfied
I got the blues, can't be satisfied
Grab my suitcase, jump a long black train and ride
Life is a hard road to travel, when you're all by
yourself
Life is a hard road to travel, when you're all by
yourself
The woman you love, loves somebody else
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by Hans
Theessink
recording of 1995
from Crazy
Moon (RFR 1016), copyright
notice
Do some homecooking baby
Do some homecooking baby
Do some homecooking baby
Satisfy my soul
Ate from a box at Micky D's
Dined in the rainbow-room
I've eaten with my hands
I've used a silver spoon
I've wined in diners
And I've dined with queens
But if it comes to cooking
You're the one for me
Do some homecooking baby
Just a taste from your starter
Gives me appetite
Every bite from that main-dish
Outasight!
Do some homecooking baby
I'm crazy 'bout that
Jelly-roll
I like the way you
Roll your dough
Keep me some dessert baby
Soft 'n sweet
The best in the world
Just what I like to eat
Do some homecooking baby
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