The Loons Blues-apaloosa Salloon and Juke Joint

[Loons The Great]

I'm Bad Like Jesse James--John Lee Hooker

A little thing I'm going to do called
'I'm Bad Like Jesse James'

I'm bad
I'm bad
Like Jesse James, uh-huh

I had a friend one time
Least I thought I did
He come to me
Said, 'Johnny?'
Said, 'What man?'
'I'm outdoor'
I say, 'Yeah?'

I taken the cat in
Get him a place to stay
And I found out
He goin' 'round town
Tellin' ev'rybody that he
He got my wife

Then I gets mad
I goes to the cat
Like a good guy should
I said, 'Look man
'I'm gonna warn, you just one time'
Next time I warn you'
'I'm gonna use my gun'

'Cause I'm mad, I'm bad, like Jesse James

I'm so mad, I'm so mad.
I'm gonna ruin you this mornin'.
I've got three boys
Do my dirty work
Now, you don't see me
I'm the big boss
I do the payin' off
After they take care of you

In their on way
They may shoot you
They may cut you.
They may drown you
I just don't know
I don't care
Long as they take care of you
In their on way

I'm so mad, I'm bad this mornin', like Jesse James.

They gon' take you right down
By the riverside
Now four is goin' down
Ain't but three comin' back
You read between the line
We're gonna have a deal

'Cause I'm mad, I'm bad, like Jesse James.

They gonna tie yo' hands
They gonna tie yo' feet
They gonna gag your throat
Where you can't holler none

An cryin' won't help you none
Set you in the water
Yeah, the bubbles comin' up.
Whoa
Rrrrrrr
Rrrrrrr

Oh yeah, I'm so mad!

[Loons The Great]

Stone Cold Sober Again

Never get to bed before sunup,
alway get caught in the rain;
sometimes I might get in trouble,
never was one to complain.
Now gentleman, you must agree
ain't it worth it when you're out on cloud thirty-three
to be stone cold sober again,
down in the alley again,
stone cold sober again.
Never found a dime in a gutter,
always get my best friends drunk.
If the pres'dent tries to call me,
say Rodney, come on over for lunch;
I'd say, Gentlemen, exuse me please
but I'm busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three.
Yeah, stone cold sober again,
down in the alley again,
stone cold sober again.
Sunday is a drag, so forget it,
Monday you can make up for that;
Tuesday, take a taste for dinner,
if you're all right spend it in bed.
But on Thursday prepare for your weekend
and let Friday disappear into Saturday mornin'
when you're stone cold sober again,
down in the alley again,
stone cold sober again.
stone cold sober again,
down in the alley again,
stone cold sober again.
I don't mind stone cold sober again,
down in the alley again,
stone cold sober again.

[Loons The Great]

Blacklight

Baby, somehow you seem to glow
Take me where history unfolds!
I have a blacklight
It makes her radiant
I love my blacklight
My girl's fluorescent
Summer of love?
One you might have missed.
Peace, love and harmony
At a flick of the switch...
I love my blacklight
I love my blacklight
(foxy lady)
I'm coming to get ya

Tobacco Road

I was born in a trunk.
Mama died and my daddy got drunk.
Left me here to die alone
in the middle of Tobacco Road.

Growin' up rusty shack,
all I had was hangin' on my back.
Only you know how I loathe
this place called Tobacco Road.

But it's home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Gonna leave, get a job
with the help and the grace from above.
Save some money, get rich and old,
bring it back to Tobacco Road.

But it's home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Bring that dynamite and a crane,
blow it up, start all over again.
Build a town, be proud to show.
Gives the name Tobacco Road.

Big Train

My train your station
Full speed across the nation
You'll be brownin' your Bermudas
When I blow this tomb with a view, yeah, all right
Third rail can't stand it
Santa Fe to the mid-Atlantic
I got a steel-wheeled radial
Prophylactic for you...
And I ain't afraid to use it now!
It takes up all your time
Being leader of the pack
Just when you get
That rat race licked
Well here come faster rats!

Big train
are you an engineer?
Big train
or a passanger,
Big train
Whatever gets
you to the top of the hill
You're on a Big train
strapped to the front of a
Big train
double stack thunder
Big train
and you're runnin'
just in front of the wheels

I've known fast livin' and I know wine, women
and songs become a long locomotive for me
That train be rollin' not me, I'm going before wine and
women turn into beer, the old lady and TV
All you ever wanted was to tap dance, run away
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
Sometimes it rains right on your...

Big train time gets movin'
Big train when ya' don't know what you're doin'
Big train and you're wonderin' if you ever will
Big train aw honey are with me
Big train or is the rain doin sixty
Big train maybe you're standing still
Big train gets movin'
Big train Don't know what you're doin'
Big train and you're wonderin' if you ever will
Big train honey are with me
Big train or is the train doin sixty, baby

Maybe you're standing still
Always another train pulling into
that station: and I'll be smilin' again
Can't help it that's the kind of guy I am
Awe reap!

Right Tool For The Job

Well, i can't dance
And i can't sing
I ain't that smart
But i can lift really heavy things.
When it come to lovin'
Honey, mama,
I'm the one you want
Well, i may not be the best lookin'
But i'm the right tool for the job

I love my house
I love my dog
I love my little sweetheart girl

Skinny legs and all
When it comes to trouble bustin'
Mama, i'm the one you want
Well, i may not be the best lookin'
But i'm the right tool for the job

[Last_Child]

Originally posted by Loons The Great
Ize jus' a white mofo los' in de blues nah yez yezz...well wella wellah...oooooh well well...a whooooo hoooooo a hoo hoo hoooooo...play de blues, boi!!...make that ol' fiddle talk nah yez...yez yez yezz...

Bought a John Lee Hooker 2 disc set not long ago.
Greate Stuff.

[Loons The Great]

You'll Have The Blues, Not Me...

I'm tired of being a fool
And my mind going from hot to cool
And trying to conform to others ideas
And someone else's rules

The life I'm living ain't mine
I'm supposed to feel that's fine
I didn't make the world I'm living in
And I ain't gonna toe the line

I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain't that a crying shame
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same

And I'm not going to try to please
Eyes that just don't see
If I get myself together
You'll have the blues not me

I'm tired of trying to be something I know ain't me
I'm tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain't that a crying shame
Now wouldn't be a real drag if we were all the same

And I'm not going to try to please
Eyes that just don't see
If I get myself together
You'll have the blues not me

You'll have the blues not me

[ThrillsNSpills]

A salute to big Poppa Blind Lemon foot stompin Loons, a man who is Blues down to the laces on 'is shoes. From the slide and harp to yo ears and heart, he doesn' just move threads but attaches a blues toon fo the ride. We're gonna do that tune for ya now. You Gotta Move........


You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
Oh... when my God gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move


You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich... yeah
You may be poor
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
Huh Huh... ooww...


Yes...


You may be old
You may be young
You may be weak
Maybe high-strung
But when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move


You see dat woman
Who walks the street
You see dat cop man
Who walks his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to... ooww


Yeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact
I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey smokin' food stamp crack
It was one part sour... two parts sweet
Three parts strong... and four parts weak
I would rather sit on a pumpkin
And have it all to myself
Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion


You may be bad
You can not see
You may be deaf
It's all meant to be
Now when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to know
When the good get ready
You gotta move
Huh huh... you gotta
You gotta move...


You gotta move
You gotta move...

[Loons The Great]

...but whennn the LAWWWWD gets reaaady...

^^^^^^Awesome, awesome post...I'd like to hear how The Black Crowes work it up...I'd bet they vett it up like the Stones vetted up the ol' Mississippi Fred McDowell numbah nah yez yez:

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, child
You gotta move
Oh, when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that police
Upon his beat
But then the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You gotta move

[Loons The Great]

Chevrolet--ZZ Top

In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door

we was goin' to the country for what we came for.

I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air.

The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there.



I was approachin' Simonton down by the cotton gin.

There was old man Berkman trying to flag me in.

He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas.

I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast."



Hallelujah, hallelujah,

ride my Chevrolet.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,

ride my Chevrolet.



I took the road down to Cinco

through that red Brazos River land,

done hit that freeway at sunset.

Now the big city lights are at hand.



Hallelujah, hallelujah,

ride my Chevrolet.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,

ride my Chevrolet.

[diamondsgirl]

Here's my idea...Roth needs to do a Hooker tribute album

"Me and Mr. Hooker" kind of deal...


the songs were made for him to sing!!

sexy, sassy, smokey, blues....aw reep!

shake it, baybeee...

[MAX]

Is this the new joint to get loaded, listen to smokin' tunes, just smoke in general and be the rowdee buncha muthafukkas that we are?

I vote fucking YEZZA!!!

The baaaa needs to be in Loons' forum, NUFF SAID Right heeya I says...

[Loons The Great]

Me An' The Hook...all HELL yez yez yezzah!!!!!!

Max, let's make sho' all these sweet mamas an' all these soldiers ain' jus' sittin' 'round this hood...jus' a polishin' chairs nah...JUMP UP...JUMP BACK...gib it a lil' jump time nah yez...well well well...

I ain't gonn' drink any mo'....

...less Ize alone OR with somebody else...

WRONGDOERS RESPECT ME!!

HUSH HUSH HUSH HUSH!!

Hush yo fuss...

Judge, did you say ordah in de court??!!!??

WELL WELL...IZE TAKE TWO CANS A BEER PLEASE!!

LUCK IZ FO' THE DUCK!!

IF BE RIBBER WHAZ WHUSKEY AN' IZE WAZZ A DIVIN DUCK
I'D DIBE TO DE BOTTOM
NEBBAH WOULDS IZE COME UP

I'm goin' up de country, where the water tastes just likes wine
Ize goin' up decountry nah yez, where de wata tase jus' like wine
I'm gwine-a jump in de rivah an' stays drunk all de time!!

DIG IT MOFOS

[Loons The Great]

Bama Lama Bama Loo--Little Richard

Bama lama bama loo
Got a girl named Lucinder, we call her the great pretender,
Got a girl named Lucinder, we call her the great pretender,
And when she talks, she says bama lama loo.

Bama lama, bama loo, bama lama, bama loo,
Bama lama, bama loo, bama lama, bama loo,
Now I dig her style, she's like a drive me wild with
Bama lama, bama loo.

I asked my baby for kiss, she shook her head like this,
I asked my little girl for kiss, she shook her head around like this,
She said woooo-oh, yeah.

Bama lama, bama loo, ...
Now I dig that style, its drivin' me wild with
Bama lama, bama loo.

I asked my baby for kiss, ...

Bama lama, bama loo, ...
Now I dig that style, now I'm drivin' her wild with
Bama lama, bama loo.

[rustoffa]

RJ covered by The Stones & The Stripes!

Everytime I'm walkin' down the streets
Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me
Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind.

I can't walk the streets,
now consolate my mind
Some no good woman she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, you saturday night womens,
you love to ape and clown
You won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, I give my baby, now, the 99 degree
she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

I can't start walkin' down the streets
But some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

[Loons The Great]

Great, great tune Rustoffa!! Ize digs EC's version, too!

[Loons The Great]

Howlin' the blues nah yez yez yeah

I got dem blues
blues you can use
right on down to my sensible shoes
Ize got heavy, heavy dues
'til Ize drowns it in booze
Y'all jus' cain't refuse
Y'all juz gots to choose
'em ol' lowdown an' evil blues