The Loons Blues-apaloosa Salloon and Juke Joint

[Loons The Great]

http://www3.clearlight.com/~acsa/introjs.htm?/~acsa/songfile/GOTMYMOJ.HTM

"Got My Mojo Workin'" is a tune that David Lee Roth has cooked up 'fore...in '88 and '91 he would trade lines on the tune with Brett Tuggle in the middle of Yankee Rose...

[Loons The Great]

Here's a Texas blues rock classic that Van Halen cooked up in the mighty club days an' King Papa Diamond Dave has sung recently nah yez:

TUSH

I been up, I been down.
Take my word, my way around.
I aint askin for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
Im just lookin for some tush.

I been bad, I been good,
Dallas, texas, hollywood.
I aint askin for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
Im just lookin for some tush.

Take me back way back home,
Not by myself, not alone.
I aint askin for much.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
Im just lookin for some tush.

[Loons The Great]

Brown Sugar--ZZ Top

Another gem of a blues-rock covah, Texas style nah yez...well well...WELLAH...

My friends, they all told me,
Man, theres something gonna change your life.
My friends, they all told me,
Man, theres something gonna change your life.
Gotta have that brown sugar.
Man its just gonna change my life.
Man, I gotta have that brown sugar.
Man, its just gonna make me feel so right.

Theres something make me feel good,
And its gonna change my life.
Theres something make me feel good,
And its gonna change my life.
I gotta have some of that brown sugar,
Gotta try it before I die.

Man it sure do save me
When theres no place left for me.
Man it sure do save me
When theres no place left for me.
Gotta have some of that brown sugar
As long as thats gonna set me free.

Man, theres somethin make me feel good
And its gonna change my life.
Man, theres somethin make me feel good
And its gonna change my life.
I gotta have some of that brown sugar,
Gotta try it before I die.

[rustoffa]

From the Deguello record.....Ol' #1 could do this one up right.

Well there comes Lola, out of control-a:
She just loves those rhythm and blues.
And miss Ivy will be arriving;
in leopard skin tights she's willing to cruise.

It's a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
SO FOR SOME BREAD COME DO YOUR HEAD AND GET LOW DOWN IN THE STREET.


There's Jimmy and Jojo, there's Kim and Keith,
Way outside the eyes of cool.
And sweet M.B., and there's little G.B.
Everybody wants to be their fool.

It's a fiend scene and it happens here ev'ry week.
So roam on in, it ain't no sin to get low down in the street.

Some nights are lonely, some nights are lazy,
but ain't nobody try and slip away.
They'll make you loose. They'll make you crazy.
Know what I mean, what you say, what you say.

It's a fiend scene and it happens 'bout once a week.
So roam on in, it ain't no sin to get low down in the street.

[Loons The Great]

Great God Almighty that's a great post, rustoffa!! ALL HELL YEZ YEZ YEZZAH!!!

[Loons The Great]

A Fool For Your Stockings...D-Ro vetted thissin' up on the No Holds Bar B Que

Is it you again outside,
Just banging on the front door?
You say you had enough,
Now you’re coming’ back for more,
But that’s alright.
I said that that’s alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I’m just a fool for your stockings I believe.

Now I don’t mind when you send money
And bring your girlfriends with you,
But how could one be so thoughtless to try
And handle less than two?
But that’s alright.
I said that that’s alright, baby.
I may not want to admit it,
I’m just a fool for your stockings I believe.

Now I’m tellin’ everybody
It seems too good to be true:
Sweet things can always get sweeter.
I know mine did, how about you?
Yes, it’s alright.
I said, yes it is, that’s alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I’m just a fool for your stockings I believe.

[Loons The Great]

Here's a blues ditty that Van Rothin' used to vett up in the club days nah nah yezz..

I JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU
(Willie Dixon)

I don't want you be no slave
I don't want you work all day
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you

I don't want you cook my bread
I don't want you make my bed
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you

Well I can tell by the way that you twitch and walk
See by the way that you baby talk
Know by the way that you treat your man
I can love you, baby, till the night train

I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you leave the home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you

Yeah

I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you leave the home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Sweet love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
I just wanna make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
I just, I just want ot make love to you, baby
I just want to make love

[Loons The Great]

Legended blues-rock cover from the mighty club days...

"Balinese"

Deep in the South of Texas
not so long ago,
there on a crowded island
in the Gulf of Mexico

it didn't take too much money,
man, but it sure was nice.
You could dance all night if you felt all right,
drinking whiskey and throwing dice.

And everybody knows
it was hard to leave.
And everybody knows
it was down at the Balinese.

Yeah, I remember Ruby,
she always dressed in red
wearing skintight pants, Lord, and how she could dance
with a rag wrapped around her head.

And everybody knows
it was hard to leave.
And everybody knows
it was down at the Balinese.

And everybody knows
it was hard to leave.
And everybody knows
it was down at the Balinese,
it was down at the Balinese,
it was down at the Balinese.

David Lee Roth is the fourth member of ZZ Top nah nah yez...wella wella wellah...Yez Yeah!!...blues texas style nah...alright nah...

[Loons The Great]

Sweet Home Chicago

Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.
Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.
Now one and one is two, two and two is four,
I'm heavy loaded, baby, I'm booked I got to go.
Cryin', baby, honey, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.
Now, two and two is four, four and two is six,
You gon' keep on monkeyin' 'round here friend-boy
you gon' get your business all in a trick, but I'm cryin'
Baby, honey, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.
Now, six and two is eight, eight and two is ten,
Friend-boy she trick you one time, she sure gon' do it again
But I'm cryin', hey, hey, baby, don't you want to go?
To the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.
I'm goin' to California from there to Des Moines, Iowa,
Somebody will tell me that you need my help someday, cryin'
Hey, hey, baby, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.

D-Ro has referenced this a here Robert Johnson blues 'fore...yez yezz yezzah...

[Loons The Great]

A how how how how...

Here's an ol' ZZ Top boogie woogie(that they stole from John Lee Hooker) that Van Rothin' vetted up as far back as '75 I do belieb-ahh...yez yeah...LAGRANGE...

Rumour spreadin' a-'round in that texas town
'Bout that shack outside la grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
Just let me know if you wanna go
To that home out on the range.
They gotta lotta nice girls.

Have mercy.
A haw, haw, haw, haw, a haw.
A haw, haw, haw.

Well, I hear it's fine if you got the time
And the ten to get yourself in.
A hmm, hmm.
And I hear it's tight most ev'ry night,
But now I might be mistaken.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Have mercy.

[rustoffa]

RIP Lonesome Dave.

Not a blues number, courtesy of a grate Blues-based band.
This woulda made a fine addition to the Diamond Dave record.
Air pollution here I come!

Goin' to the city, got you on my mind,
Country sure is pretty, I'll leave it all behind,
This is my decision, I'm comin' home to stay this time.

'Cause I'm a fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city,
Fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city.

Breathin' all the clean air, sittin' in the sun,
When I get my train fare, I'll get up and run.
I'm ready for the city, air pollution here I come!

'Cause I'm a fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city,
I'm a fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city.

I'm like a fish out of water, I'm just a man in a hole.
The city lights turn my blues into gold.
I ain't no country boy, I'm just a homesick man.
I'm gonna hit the grit just as fast as I can.

I'm tired of layin' back, hangin' around,
I'm gonna catch that train, then I'll be city bound.

I ain't no country boy, I'm just a homesick man.
I'm gonna hit the grit just as fast as I can.

I'll get off on Main Street, step into the crowd,
Sidewalk under my feet, yeah, traffic's good and loud.
When I see my inner city child, I'll be walkin' on a cloud.

'Cause I'm a fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city,
I'm a fool for the city, I'm a fool for the city...
I'm a fool, (Fool for the city) A fool for the city, (Fool for the city)

Whoo! (Fool for the city) (Fool for the city) ...

[Loons The Great]

Francine & The Grind...couple numbahs cvh vetted up in the mid 70's nah yez yez!!...

FRANCINE

Got a girl, her names francine,
Finest thing you ever seen.
And I love her, shes all that I want.
And I need her, shes all that I need.

Well, francine, oh francis, why
Do you love me and make me cry?
How I love her, shes all that I want.
How I need her, shes all that I need.

If I ever caught her with stevie p
Id throw her back in the penitentiary, now.
And if I caught her with my mothers son
Ill call her daddy and get my gun.

My fancine just turned thirteen,
Shes my angelic teenage queen.
And I love her, shes all that I want.
And I need her, shes all that I need.
And I love her, shes all that I want.
And I need her, shes all that I need.
And I love her, shes all that I want.
And I need her, shes all that I need.

THE GRIND

I walked all day tryin to find me work,
I must have knocked on one hundred doors.
Would have swallowed my pride for some money,
And be satisfied sweepin' the floors.

Mr. Government-man.
Mr. Silver-and-gold.
Mr. Bustin'-my-ass.
Mr. All-you-can-hold.

I spent last night a sleep on a park bench,
'til a cop came and moved me along.
Told him I wasn't botherin' nobody,
Yes he told me to go.

Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer,
Not now or maybe then.
Well me time is runnin' out on me people, yes me people.
If you're down and without a friend.

Yeah, yeah.

Rustoffa, that would sound awesome I do belieb!! Van Rothin' workin' up some ol' Foghat nah yez...yez yeah...well well welllahh...

[rustoffa]

An offering from the non-blues-based category.

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan n'carrying a cross
It doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like travelin' backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails, and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discreetly
We won't look back

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything

[Unchainme]

audioslave, I'm not huge on them Rust, I like 'Garden and Rage seperate.

[diamondsgirl]

Re: Here's a blues ditty that Van Rothin' used to vett up in the club days nah nah yezz..

Originally posted by Loons The Great
I JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU
(Willie Dixon)

I don't want you be no slave
I don't want you work all day
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you

I don't want you cook my bread
I don't want you make my bed
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you

Well I can tell by the way that you twitch and walk
See by the way that you baby talk
Know by the way that you treat your man
I can love you, baby, till the night train

I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you leave the home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you

Yeah

I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you leave the home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Sweet love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
I just wanna make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
I just, I just want ot make love to you, baby
I just want to make love

I think I'd pass out if I ever heard Dave sing this.

Mercy!!