Cover songs for the next DLR/VH album!

[Loons The Great]

Cover Your Rig--ZZ Top

If you been out messin and actin a fool
You best be confessin hey, dont be cruel
Just callin attention you probably know
Dont hold on to nothin, its time to let go
Say baby I want ya, Im hurtin so big
Take out some insurance, and cover your rig
We talkin resurrection to shred your head
That certain possession you keep in yo shed
Dont wanna confuse you, muddy up your mind
Let nothing abouse you or come from behind
Say baby I want ya, Im hurtin so big
Take out some insurance, and cover your rig
If theres ever a question, take care of yourself
Use your protection, be respecting yourself
Make no obligations, you can throw em to the wind
Blind infatuations, the means to an end
Say baby I want ya, Im hurtin so big
Take out some insurance, and cover your rig

Y'all bettah take out some insurance on my, baby...well well well...yez yez...yez yeah...ooh well well...alright alright nah yez I says...hmmmmm nah....yonder come the blues...dem blooze...Texas gutbucket big rig truckin' ol' school rnb crunchfunk puttin' the unk in de PHUNK...blues yous can use...yez yez yez...ooh well well...dig it...cover you motherfuckin' rig...that's the blues right there y'all...well, welcome to Bluesville, y'all nah...yez yez...I said!!...I can hear Van Rothin' workin' this tune up their own style nah yez one time y'all...I ain't lyin'...that's the truth...tell the truth, spooky tooth...well, the dollar say In God We Trus'....woman wants a man, she wants to see some dollas firs'...yez yez...yez yeah!!...ooh well well...drop it like it's hot fo' teachah!!....hoppin' and boppin' the blues....all my friends are boppin 'em blues, mus' be goin' round nah....from London To Moscow...L.A. to New York...pitchin' a wang dang doodle...holdin' a pitchfork....right nah the debil should be runnin' wit me nah...runnin' from the debil...I ain't no spring chicken, I'm a full grown rooster baby!!...wellah wellah wellah...yez yeah!!...hmmm nah, dig the blues...the blues had a baby don'tcha know an' they named it rock n roll fo' sho'...dunkin' like Daryl Dawkins...shootin' like Johnny Dawkins....screamin' like Screamin' Jay Hawkin's...I put a spell on you...Alligator Wine...iz finn' to makes ya mine...alllllll rite nah...yez yez....hmmmm....I got the blues...an' it ain't from yous...it's cuz Ize heard the news...'bout 'em ol' sensible shoes...I got the blues...well, let's go shake 'em...yez yez...

[Loons The Great]

I Was There When It Happened--Jimmie Davis

There are some people,who say we cannot tell,
Whether we are saved or, whether all is well;
They say we only can hope and, trust that it is so,
But I was there when it happened and I guess I ought to know.

Yes, I know when Jesus saved me (yes, He saved my soul),
The very moment He forgave me (yes, He made me whole);
He took away my heavy burden (yes, He took my sin and),
And He gave me peace within (gave me peace within).
Satan can't make me doubt it (he can't make me doubt it),
It's real and I'm gonna shout it (I'm gonna shout it);
'Cause I was there when it happened (oh, my Lord),
and I guess I ought to know (yes, I ought to know).
Now, I don't care who tells me, salvation is not real,
Though the world may argue, that we cannot feel;
The heavy burdens lifted and the vile sins go,
But I was there when it happened and I guess I ought to know.

[Loons The Great]

Love was like a song
A lovely melody
Our hearts would sing along
In perfect harmony
But you forgot all the words
While i still remember the tune
Each time our lips would cling
I heard a serenade
Of love and youth and spring
Forever to be played
But you forgot all the words
While i still remember the tune
We used to dance
Instead of walk
We used to sing
Instead of talk
Why was our love song
That used to be
Only the start of the blues for me
But songs are funny things
They never really die
And so my hope still clings
That someday you will try
To just remember the words
For i still remember the tune
When lonely lights are lit
And midnight songs will start
Our song i must admit
Still fills my hopeful heart
So please remember the words
For i still remember the tune

[Loons The Great]

I Would Hate To See You Go--John Brim

[Loons The Great]

St. Louis Blues--Bessie Smith

[Loons The Great]

Death Valley Is Just Half Way To My Home--Lonnie Johnson

Looked down that long old lonesome road
Looked down that long old lonesome road
My poor feet is gettin' tired, but still I've got to go

There's no train to my home town, ain't but the one way to go
There's no train to my home town, ain't but the one way to go
That's mile after mile, trampin' that muddy road

It's just one thing, that worries me both night and day
Ain't but one thing, that worries me both night and day
There's a place they call Death Valley, and it's just halfway

You can't see a house, in twenty-five miles around
I can't see nobody, goin' towards my ol' home town
I've still got three hundred miles to go, and my poor feet is giving down

I can hear the wild cats and panthers, howl when the sun go down
Can you hear the wild cats and panthers, howlin' when the sun go down
And I've got to go through Death Valley, to get to my old home town

I've been trampin' this lonely road, forty nights and days
My poor legs is gettin' tired, don't help me someways
Cause I've got three hundred miles to go, trampin' in this mud and clay

[Loons The Great]

Jesse James--Lesley Nelson-Burns

Vance Randolph collected this song in Arkansas in 1920 from a man who reportedly learned it from his father-in-law, "who had often entertained the James and Younger boys in his cabin."

Jesse James, living in St. Joseph, Missouri under his pseudonym "Thomas Howard" was shot by Robert Ford on April 4, 1882. Robert Ford was a member of Jesse's gang whom Jesse regarded as a friend. Ford shot Jesse in the back while Jesse was hanging a picture. According to Randolph the song became popular throughout the Midwest almost immediately after Jesse's death. Ford himself was shot in 1892 by another member of Jesse's gang.


Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train;
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward;
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
It was in this very place that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

They went to the crossing not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was on Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

The people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford
He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man with the law in his hand
Who could take Jesse James when alive.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

[Loons The Great]

Nicotine & Gravy--Beck

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping
Through the poignant rain
I think we're going crazy
Her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli
Nicotine and gravy
I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti
Where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry
Massage your soul
I'll turn you over
To the highway patrol
I think we're going crazy
Things don't even faze me
Her left eye is lazy
Nicotine and gravy
Miracles amaze me
She looks so Israeli
Love the way she plays me
I think I'm going crazy
I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight...

[Combat Ready]

Not fade away-----Jim Dandy and the boys!

[jharp84]

"RESPECT" Aretha!! Mike Anthony has to be on background vocals to make it work!!

[Loons The Great]

Not Fade Away an' Respect would be cool fo' sho'...an' Superfly, too...Supahfly...

[Loons The Great]

WHEN SHERMAN MARCHED DOWN TO THE SEA

Our campfires shone bright on the mountains That frowned on the river below. While we stood by our guns in the morning, And eagerly watched for the foe. When a rider came out of the darkness That hung over mountain and tree. And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea" And shouted "Boys, up and be ready, For Sherman will march to the sea". Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen. And the bugles re-echoed the music That rose from the lips of the men. For we know that the stars in our banners More bright in their splendor would be. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Then forward, boys, forward to battle, We marched on our wearisome way. And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca, God bless those who fell on that day! Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free. But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea Still onward we pressed till our banners Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls. And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the Traitor flag falls. We paused not to weep for the fallen That slept by each river and tree. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Proud, proud was our army that morning, That stood where the pine darkly towers When Shermand said, "Boys, you are weary, But today, fair Savannah is ours." Then we all sand a song for our Chiertain, That echoed o'er river and lea, And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Our campfires shone bright on the mountains That frowned on the river below. While we stood by our guns in the morning, And eagerly watched for the foe. When a rider came out of the darkness That hung over mountain and tree. And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea" And shouted "Boys, up and be ready, For Sherman will march to the sea". Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen. And the bugles re-echoed the music That rose from the lips of the men. For we know that the stars in our banners More bright in their splendor would be. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Then forward, boys, forward to battle, We marched on our wearisome way. And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca, God bless those who fell on that day! Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free. But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea Still onward we pressed till our banners Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls. And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the Traitor flag falls. We paused not to weep for the fallen That slept by each river and tree. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Proud, proud was our army that morning, That stood where the pine darkly towers When Shermand said, "Boys, you are weary, But today, fair Savannah is ours." Then we all sand a song for our Chiertain, That echoed o'er river and lea, And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea.

[Loons The Great]

MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA

Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song, Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free, So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia. How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia. Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia. "Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia. So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia.

[diamondsgirl]

Baby take off your coat
Real slow
Take off your shoes
I'll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Yez, yez, yezzz

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go over there, turn on the light
Hey, all the lights
Come over here, stand on that chair
Yeah, that's right
Raise your arms up in the air
Now shake 'em
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live

Sweet darling, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
Baby, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)

(You can leave your hat on)

Suspicious minds are talkin'
They're tryin' to tear us apart
They don't believe in this love of mine
They don't know what love is

They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
Yeah, I know what love is

There ain't no way
(You can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)
Give me the reason to live
(You can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on

[Jérôme Frenchise]

I'll never give up on my Taj Mahal suggestion...
If you remember the song, when Taj goes "Yes you wiiiiiiiiiiiill...", in his high-pitched, rawky voice, how can one not think of Dave, really?

You're gonna neeeeeeeed somebody on your booond child
You're gonna neeeeeeeed somebody on your booond
When it's late 'round midnight and old man death comes slippin' into the room
You're gonna neeeeeed somebody on your bond
You take Mary and Martha standin' up in the hillside
Mary explainin' to Martha, "Darlin', look at the river deep and the water wide"
Here comes ole Moses, faithful Moses carryin' big ole stones up the hill
Tellin' everybody they're gonna neeeeeed somebody on their booooond
Whoa, you take Maivus Staples and ole Corn Cheevers(?),
they got the good side on their bond
Oh I been listen to the music people ever since the day I was born
My momma raised me in a room across from the church by the tree,
and that sweet gospel music, oh how it used to comfort me
Tellin' everybody they're gonna need somebody on their bond
Uuuuuuuuh yes they wiiiiiiiiiiill...
Uuuuuuuuh yes they wiiiiiiiiiiill...

[Loons The Great]

You Can Leave Your Hat On--Tom Jones live

[tajmahal]

George Thoroghgood - I Drink Alone
ZZ Top - Legs

[LstLkly2Succeed]

I was thinking ZZ Top also! I would love to hear DLR singing Tush, that would definitely make my day.

[Loons The Great]

Van Rothin' covered,"Tush," in the glorious club days...plenty of bootlegs of thattun' nah nah yezz yezz...

[cvh 2007]

thats not so bad i dont mind a little fog hat

[delta5150]

"Everything I do" by Bryan Adams



Only Joking! Sorry!

I'd say something funky like

"Jungle boogie" by Kool and the gang, that's a badass tune. "Hit the boogie...phrrrr"


Anyway if they were to do a cover song it should be a well-known hit for it to be successful, why not
"Whitelines" by Grandmaster Flash, can you imagine that jejjeje! that'd be funny and quite strange too

[Jérôme Frenchise]

Originally posted by cvh 2007
thats not so bad i dont mind a little fog hat

Sorry if it isn't new, but there's some spoonerism in Fog Hat (reverse the two words together with the vowels): was it on purpose?
Just asking.

Not their kind, anyway.

[tajmahal]

Summer Nights - This song was made for DLR. He would definitely need to change the lyrics

ACDC - Have a Drink on Me

[binnie]

Cream - Sunshine of Your Love

[Loons The Great]

Success Story--THE mighty WHO

Friday night, I'm on my way home
They oughta make work a crime
I'm home for the weekend
I'm gonna make the most of my time
There's a rock and roll singer on the television
Giving up his music, gonna take up religion
Deserted rock and roll
To try to save his soul

Saturday night, gotta gig with the band
Playing the electric guitar
Someday I'm gonna make it
Gonna be a super-duper-star
Get a flashy car
And a house for my Ma
The big break better happen soon
'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one

Just like Cinderella
When she couldn't go to the ball
A voice said, "I'm your fairy manager
You shall play the Carnegie Hall"
I gotta give up my day job
To become a heartthrob
I may go far if I smash my guitar

Away for the weekend
I've gotta play some one-night stands
Six for the tax man, and one for the band
Back in the studio to make our latest number one
Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six
You know, this used to be fun

Monday morning, I just got home
Six and the birds are singing
I need a drink and my clothes are wet
Ooh, and my ears are still ringing
There's a rock and roll singer boppin' on the TV
He used to be a preacher, but now he sings in a major key
Amended his decision to the new religion

[Loons The Great]

Psycho--The Sonics

[Katydid]

Better run for the round house Maximus, they won't corner you there!

Fat Possum Records in Oxford, MS has sent me newsletters weekly for a few years. They took a lot of old cotton pickers from MS and made them blues men. Made sure they paid them their royalties.

It was so odd, because I saw a documentary on tv about Fat Possum Records and told it in a website I was in. Opened my e mail later and they had sent me a whole album on mp3 that folks could listen to. I posted it in Embryo Songs out of Singapore where I've modded a long time. I'd mentioned that cds coming out of Japan at the time were $82. each. Next thing I knew the old cotton pickers were coming up in the world and being on tv and touring overseas.

I remember when New Orleans flooded I got an e mail for prayers for some of them, because they could'nt locate them. One was found, but died later.

[ALinChainz]

You do not mod there, anyone can look at the member list and you are just that, a member.

You are the only one that posts there, anyone can look to see no one converses with you there either.

Too easy to prove hag.

Please keel over.

[diamondsgirl]

I really want to hear Dave sing "Woke Up This Mornin'" (the Sopranos theme tune.)

I love that tune and he'd nail it.

[Loons The Great]

Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be--AC/DC

Black Math--The White Stripes

To Love Somebody--The Bee Gees

Searchin' The Desert For The Blues--Blind Willie McTell

Tough Mama--Bob Dylan

Big In Vegas--Buck Owens

Is Anybody Goin' To San Antone--Charlie Pride

Is You Ever Seen A One-Eyed Woman Cry--Earl Hooker

Blues Power--Eric Clapton(damn, that would be incredible)

Texola--Eric Sardinas

Footstompin' Music--Grand Funk Railroad

If The South Would Have Won--Hank Williams, Jr.

I Need Somebody--The Stooges

Skinny Legs And All--Joe Tex

The Man That Got Away--Judy Garland

Willin'--Little Feat

Doesn't Remind Me--Audioslave

Moon River--Satchmo style

Bell Black Ocean--Mark Lanegan

Alabama--Neil Young

Ghosts Of You And Me--Soulsavers

Down--Stone Temple Pilots

Dream Letter--Tim Buckley

Theme From Sanford & Son

Theme From The A-Team

[Loons The Great]

I Think I Lost My Headache--The Queens Of The Stone Age
...aka Sammy Finally Got Lost...

[Loons The Great]

The Song Remains The Same--Led Zeppelin

[diamondsgirl]

Big Legged Woman

this tunes been done by many bluesmen but has never had the Roth treatment that I'm aware of, I'd like to see Ed go off on this too.

[Howlin' Wolf]

Methamphetamine Blues--Mark Lanegan

[Howlin' Wolf]

Auto Pilot--Queens Of The Stone Age

[Howlin' Wolf]

Wintertime Love--The mighty Doors y'all yezz that's where it's at
I'm de king of de blues

[Howlin' Wolf]

Ivy--The mighty Screaming Trees

[canadian halen]

These are all great picks, but theres nothing like Daves own lyrics, his own style of saying shit, thats what Id want out of solo DLR. Back to back cover solo albums?.... ok... but original always works best for the fans....he sure can put a cool twist on cover tunes!..

[MERRYKISSMASS2U]

Bob Marley - Lively Up Yourself

Ed could RIP on that song. Would sound like You Really Got Me and Hot for Teacher. Awwesome.

[Howlin' Wolf]

I Don't Need No Doctor

Spoonfull

...,,,both of these a here blues cuts would be the most to says the least, motherfuckers,,,