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Baby
What You Want Me To Do
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by Jimmy
Reed
recording 19
from , copyright
notice
You got me running
You got me hiding
You got me run hide, hide run
Anyway you want to let it roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're doin' what'cha want me
Baby what'cha want me to do
I'm goin' up
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' up, down, down, up
Anyway you want to, let it roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're doin' what'cha want me
Baby what'cha want me to do
Oh, baby
Honey, honey what's wrong with you
You don't treat me, treat me woman
Baby like you used to do
Oh, baby
Honey, honey what's wrong with you
You don't treat me, treat me woman
Baby like you used to do
You got me running
You got me hiding
You got me run hide, hide run
Anyway you want to let it roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're doin' what'cha want me
Baby what'cha want me to do
Top
by probably Johnny
Winter
recording 1986
from Third
Degree (Alligator ALCD-4748),
copyright
notice
These women loving each other,
you know they ain't thinkin' about no man
They ain't keepin' secrets no more,
they playing a wide open hand
I saw a little girl the other day,
I asked her for a little thrill
She said I'm so sorry daddy,
but I'm puttin' out the same thing you is
I took the woman out ridin',
bought her all kinds of whiskey and wine
I guess I was too drunk to realize,
she say I'll see you some other time
The woman gets all dressed up to boogie,
goes out smelling sweet like a rose
Comes home 5 o'clock in the mornin',
with that fish scent on her clothes
Top
by Johnny
Winter
recording 1969
from The
Progressive Blues Experiment (One Way
57340), copyright
notice
I believe that bad luck and trouble, man is all that joins
us
I mean that bad luck and trouble, people that's all that
joins us
When my bad luck quit me, Lord my trouble just began
I'm travelin' the highway, since I was a child
Nobody see no woman man, nobody seems to care
Bad luck and trouble, man is all that joins us
When my bad luck quit me, man my trouble just began
Lord I'm sittin' down and thinkin', man I'm a long, long way
from home
Just sittin' down and thinkin, man I'm a long, long way from
home
Think about all my good times lord and my friends all want
to know
They never hurt nobody, they never done nobody wrong
Other people won't accept me they say man leave me alone
Sittin' down and thinkin', Lord I'm a long long way from
home
Thinkin' about my good times, man and my friends all want to
know
Yeah
Man ain't nobody has this trouble, I gonna tell nobody
else
Nobody else has this trouble, man ain't gonna tell nobody
else
My whole life I'm livin' baby, gonna make it by myself
Top
by Johnny
Winter
recording 1969 resp. 1974
from The
Johnny Winter Story (GRT 10010)
& Saints
And Sinners (Columbia CK-32715),
copyright
notice
Yeah, woo
The full moon, it is rising and the rain is falling down
Looking for my woman but she ain't nowhere around
Woohoo
She in a bad luck situation, gonna shoot my baby down
I don't share or have no mercy, I got murder on my mind
She in a bad luck situation 'cause she treat me so
unkind
Woohoo
Just like today you livin' but tomorrow you could be
dying,
Yeah
Oww, yeaah, (boogie, with it)?
WooOOoo, alright, yeaah
Got my mojo in my
pocket
Got my pistol in my hand
I've been thinkin'. I've been wonderin', but I just don't
understand
Gonna sure enough fix my woman where she don't meet no other
man
Uhh, woo, alright, oww
Top
by Joe
Josea / B.B.
King
recording 1969 resp. 1994 and 1997
from Johnny
Winter (Columbia CK-9826) &
White
Hot Blues (Sony 65213) &
A
Johnny Winter: A Rock N' Roll Collection (Columbia/Legacy
46985), copyright
notice
Man, be careful with a fool. you know, someday he may get
smart
Man, be careful with a fool. you know, someday he may get
smart
He will treat you so cool and chilly, till he hurt you to
your heart
Yeah, you know
Hate to remember, oh, what a fool I used to be, ha, ha!
Man, I hate to remember how foolish I used to be
The way I used to love you, baby, how bad it's gonna be
You know, I used to cry 'bout you, baby, ha!
You know, I'd-a walk the streets a-late at night
Used to cry about ya, a-walk the streets, a-late at
night
If you love me just a little bit, baby, why in the world
don't you treat me right?
Ah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah!
Yeah!
Ah!
Yeah, baby!
Uh, fin'lly over, baby, whoa, I believe this is the end, ah,
ah, yeah, well!
Fin'lly over, baby, oh, I believe this-a is the end, ah
I want to tell you my baby, to forgive me for my sin
Top
by Johnny
Winter
recording 1969 resp. 1996, 1997
from The
Progressive Blues Experiment (One Way
57340) & Electric
Blues Man (Magnum America 510)
& White
Heat (M.I.L. Multimedia 3031),
copyright
notice
I believes my old lady she done, drive my black bone
You know I made my old lady she done, drive my black
cat bone
I got a funny feeling right here, something's going all
wrong
She don't shoot in the morning, she walk the streets till
late at night
She don't shoot in the morning, she walk the streets till
late at night
Well she come home in the evening, doggone baby fight
Gonna call up the operator, right around the town
Get up this crazy world that's going on, I believe my baby
she done, drive my black cat bone
Got a funny feeling right here, something's going wrong
My mama treats me like a, well fed dog at bay
You know my baby, like a well fed dog at bay
Yeah, I might be tired of living and I'll put
I'm gonna take it up iron Memphis, to get my hands on the
bone
Gonna lay around here living till I, get on the phone
Gonna make it to Memphis man, to get my hands on the
bone
I'm gonna lay around here in Mississippi, 'cause or else
it's gonna spoil
I believes my old lady she done, drive my black bone
You know I made my old lady she done, drive my black cat
bone
I got a funny feeling right here, something's going all
wrong
Top
by Paris
recording 1992
from Hey,
Where's Your Brother? (Capitol
86512), copyright
notice
I woke up this morning, with something that I've never
had
I woke up this morning, with something that I've never
had
I've had the blues before but I've never had the blues, I've
never had the blues this bad
Everyone that I talk to, everybody feelin' down and out
Everyone that I talk to, everybody feelin' down and out
Everybody's got an answer but nobody really knows, nobody
really knows what it's all about
There ain't no drugs can help me, my baby she can't ease my
mind
There ain't no drugs can help me, my baby she can't ease my
mind
I don't even know what hit me but I just have to keep on, I
just have to keep on, keep on tryin'
Tables don't stop turnin', who knows what we're headed
for
Tables don't stop turnin', who knows what we're headed
for
Nothin' I say or do, ain't gonna mean a thing, ain't gonna
mean a thing and that's for sure
Top
by Jerry
Lynn Williams
recording 19
from , copyright
notice
I got a girl named Boney Moronie
She's as skinny as a stick of macaroni
Oughta see her rock-n-roll with her blue jeans on
She's not very fat she's just skin and bones
I love her and she loves me
Oh, how happy now we could be
Makin' love underneath the apple tree
She's my one and only she's my hearts desire
She's a real upsetter she's a real live wire
Everybody turns when my baby walks by
She's something to see she really catches your eye
Gonna tell her momma and her poppa too
Just exactly what I want to do
I wanna get married on a night in June
And rock-n-roll by the light of the silvery moon
Top
by probably Blind
Willie McTell
recording 1969
from The
Progressive Blues Experiment (One Way
57340), copyright
notice
Feel like a broke down engine mama, Lord my driving
wheel
Feel like a broken down engine mama, Lord my driving
wheel
Got me all tied up and lonesome, you know exactly how it
makes a good man feel
I've been shooting craps and gambling, mama I believe I done
got broke
Been shooting craps and gambling, woman I believe I done got
broke
Had a poor mean forty four, man I'm already closing so
Man I went down to my praying ground and I felt down on my
knees
Went down to my praying ground, Lord I fell down on my
knees
I ain't trying for no religion, won't you bring me back my
good gal please
If you just send me my baby, won't have to worry and cry no
more
If you just send up my baby man, Lord I won't have to worry
and cry no more
Don't have to bring to my house, Lord won't you leave her up
at my door
Top
by Johnny
Winter
recording 1969
from Johnny
Winter (Columbia CK-9826),
copyright
notice
Goin' back to Dallas, take my razor and my gun
Goin' back to Dallas, man, take my razor and my gun, oh
yeah
Lots of people lookin' for trouble, man, sure gonna give 'em
in some
I believe old Dallas, man, is the meanest town I know
I believe that Dallas, man, is the meanest town I know
Because you're not safe in Dallas, I don't care where you
go
You know that I'm evil, just wanna have some fun
There's so much shit in Texas, I'm bound to step in some
Goin' back to Dallas, take my razor and my gun
If there are people lookin' for trouble, sure gonna give 'em
some
I load up my revolver, sharpen up my knife
Some redneck messin' with me man, I'm bound to have his
life
Down to Dallas, take my razor and my gun
Man, people there lookin' for trouble, sure gonna give 'em
some
Top
by
recording 1986
from Third
Degree (Alligator ALCD-4748),
copyright
notice
When I think about my baby, I got evil on my mind
When I think about that woman, I got evil on my mind
It brings teardrops to my eyes and sends chills out down my
spine
It sends chills out down my spine, when I watch this woman
walk
Sends chills out down my spine, when I watch that woman
walk
And she smiles right in your face and lies ev'ry times she
talks
Look out!
They say your enemies can't hurt you, if you keep track on
your friends
They say your enemies can't hurt you, if you keep track on
your friend
I say you know what your woman, that's the one who threw you
in
Top
by Chester
Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf
recording 1969
from The
Progressive Blues Experiment (One Way
57340), copyright
notice
I want my baby forever, that makes my soul to soar
I want my baby for forever, now, that makes my soul to
soar
You know I want her, everybody, gonna tell my baby,
y'know
You know I work all night, my troubles all get in my
head
You know I work all night, only trouble in my head
But when I'm by my woman, we're gonna come back ahead
Well I'm so mad this morning, I don't know which way the
wind will go
You know I'm so mad this morning, don't know which way the
wind will go
You know I'm bleedin' in my soul, gonna let my woman go
Top
by D. Level / B. Love
recording 1969-'79
from A
Johnny Winter: A Rock N' Roll Collection (Columbia/Legacy
46985), copyright
notice
Good morning little schoolgirl, good morning little
schoolgirl
Can I go home with, can I go home with you
I'll tell your mother and your father, I'm a little
schoolboy too
Gonna buy me an airplane, gonna buy me an airplane
Gonna fly all over, gonna fly all over town, all over town,
yes
If I don't find my little schoolgirl, ain't gonna set my
airplane down ah, yeah
Good morning little schoolgirl, ah, I remember way back, I
remember way back
When I was twelve, baby when I was twelve years old
You know I was looking for a schoolgirl just to, eat my
jelly roll,
yeah
G, good morning little schoolgirl, good morning little
schoolgirl
Can I go home with, can I go home with you, ah, yeah
Tell your mother and your father, I'm a little schoolboy,
yes a schoolboy
Top
by Bass / Williamson
recording 1969
from The
Progressive Blues Experiment (One Way
57340), copyright
notice
You gotta help me darling, I can't make it all by myself
You gotta me baby, I can't do it by myself
If you don't help me little girl, I gotta use somebody
else
You might have to curse, you have to swear, you might have
to disturb
You might have to rock and roll but you gotta help me
darling
I can't make it all by myself, if you don't help me little
girl, I gotta find somebody else
You might have to curse, you have to swear, you might have
to disturb
You might have to rock and roll but you gotta help me
darling
I can't make it all by myself, if you don't help me little
girl, I gotta find somebody else
Hey baby put your morning gown, woah baby put on your
morning gown
I'm so sleepy little girl but I feel like lying down
Top
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