[1] W’s at t’ th’ local diner…fixin’ up a workin’ man’s lunch… Y’ walk on in…them swingin’ doors… give m’ heart a 1-2-punch… Chorus Now give it up… give it up now... give it up... won't you fill up my lovin’ cup…honey… come on girl…now give it up…
[2] I was at th’ check-out counter…buyin’ fresh milk ‘n’ eggs… my head did a…double-shake…when I caught a shot a those legs Chorus Now give it up… give it up now... give it up... won't you fill up my lovin’ cup…honey… come on girl…now give it up… Solos- Danger Dan - Keys / Lonesome Mac - guitar
[3] I was at the laundry-mat…jwashin' up a workin’ man clothes… You’se at th’ nex’ machine…washin’ up those…fish-net hose… Chorus Now give it up… give it up now... give it up... won't you fill up my lovin’ cup…honey… come on girl…now give it up…
[4] I went to th' movie house…to watch a midnight show… Couldn't watch th’ silver screen…you was sittin’ in th’ front row… Chorus Now give it up… give it up now... give it up... won't you fill up my lovin’ cup…honey… come on girl…now give it up… won't you fill up my lovin’ cup…honey… come on girl…now give it up… won't you fill up my lovin’ cup…honey… come on girl…now give it up… Give It Up
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[1] Ahh...He was born…on a back road… His poppa he up…an’ he gone… Ahh his Momma…a lawd, rest her soul… She cried an’ cried…all night long… Now his Poppa…he played that harp… Played it with…a midnight moan… He’d shake that thing…rattle them reeds… Blowin’ like a...c-cyclone… Now she…she took a Poppa’s harp… An’ put it right…in his hand… She said someday son… Ya gonna be a harp drivin’ man…
Tips Mahalo - harp solo
[2] Now he plays that thing…with a midnight moan… Melts that metal…right down to the comb… Ya He plays them reeds…‘til he broke ‘em all… Lookin’ jus’ like…a ch-chain saw… He got me a pork-pie hat…an’ a shufflin’ band… Now he's playin’ that thing…all across th’ land… Ahh she took Poppa’s harp…put it in his hand… She said…Someday son…you'll be a harp drivin’ man…
[3] Ahh...He was born…on a back road… His poppa he up…an’ he gone… Ahh his Momma…lawd, rest her soul… She cried an’ cried…all night long… Now his Poppa…he played that harp… Played it with…a midnight moan… He’d shake that thing…rattle them reeds… Blowin’ like a...c-cyclone…that's right... Now his mamma…she took a Poppa’s harp… An’ put it right…in his hand… She said someday son…some day soon... Ya gonna be a harp drivin’ man… gonna be a harp...drivin’ man… gonna be a harp...drivin’ man…
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[1] Went down to th’ factory …factory gates was locked… Foreman said now listen son…all them factory wheels has stopped… I said Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg…
[2] Caught m’ woman this mornin’…she was on th’ telephone… She said I’m leavin’ you jack’…it’s time I's was movin’ on… Said Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg…
Chorus Ya know th’ fuse keeps getting’ shorter...as each day goes by… An' th’ powder's getting’ deeper...and so tinder dry… I swear just one spark...could start a glow… If I turn m’ back…it just might blow...
solo - Lonesome Mac - guitar
[3] When t' leave this city…when t' leave this town... Hard luck an' trouble...ya know they always hunt me down… I said...Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg…
[4] Went down to th’ factory … factory gates was locked… Union Boss said listen son…ah...this factories just gonna rot… I said...Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg…
Chorus Ya know th’ fuse keeps getting’ shorter...as each day goes by… An' th’ powder's getting’ deeper...and so tinder dry… I swear just one spark...could start a glow… If I turn m’ back…it just might blow...
[2] Caught m’ woman this mornin’…she was on th’ telephone… She said I’m leavin’ ya jack’…it’s time I's was movin’ on… I said Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… Got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg… that's right... I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg… one more time Ya know I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg…
fade out solo -'Danger dan' Beveridge - Hammond organ
'mChorus I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… [1] Got me a talisman…an’ a rabbits foot… got 7 horseshoes…to bring me some luck… I’m gonna knock on wood…to bring me some more… I got 13 black cats hangin' round my door...
I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues…
[2] Saw me a deep dark shadow…jus’ yesterday… made myself scarce…stayin’ outta the way… Run under a ladder…an’ a mirror got trash’d… saw th’ paws of darkness…waltz right cross my path…
I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues…
solo Harp Attack Zack - harp
[3] Now I stutter when I talk…my heart turn to ice… My mind go to limbo…I can’t think twice… M' knees start to shimmy…my hands start to shake… sky turn black as coal…th' earth began to quake…
I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues…
[4] Now a7 year bad luck…when th’mirror hit th’floor… Can't cross th’ street…'fraidt' get out th’ door… run under a ladder…hit me square across th' head… I break out in a cold sweat…’fraid I’m dropin’ dead…
I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues…
Solo Lonesome Mac
[1] Got me a talisman…an’ a rabbits foot… I got 7 horseshoes…to bring me some luck… I’m gonna knock on wood…t' bring me some more… I got 13 black cats hangin' round my door...
I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues…
Chorus I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got the black cat blues…(I got the black cat blues)… I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues... I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… I can’t win cause I'm busy losin'…I got the black cat blues...
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[1] I got money in m' pocket... and trouble in m' head... I got no money in m' pocket... but trouble in m' head... m' life is tippin' in th' balance... just hangin' by a thread...
[2] I can't run from my troubles... m' feet are like lead... I can't run from my troubles... m' feet are like lead... Lookin' over my shoulder... just hangin' by a thread...
Chorus Well...it's th' money...(it's th' money)... it's th' trouble...(it's th' trouble)... it's th' whisky...(it's th' whisky)... it's th' women...(and th' women)... it's th' money....(it's th' money)... it's th' trouble....(it's th' trouble)... it's th' whisky....(it's th' whisky)... it's th' women....(and th' women)... my life is tippin' in th' balance...just hangin' by a thread...
solos - Mike 'Harp attack' Zack + 'Danger Dan' Beveridge - Hammond organ Lonesome Mac - guitar
[3] I drink a bottle o' whisky... ev'ry time I lay down m' head.. I drink a bottle o' whisky... ev'ry time I lay down m' head... Without those deamons in th' bottle... m' life is hangin' by a thread...
[4] I caught m' woman with that man... m' eyes saw red... When I caught her with that man... m' eyes saw red... my life is tippin' in th' balance... Just hangin' by a thread...
Chorus Well...it's th' money...(it's th' money)... it's th' trouble...(it's th' trouble)... it's th' whisky...(it's th' whisky)... it's th' women...(and th' women)... it's th' money....(it's th' money)... it's th' trouble....(it's th' trouble)... it's th' whisky....(it's th' whisky)... it's th' women....(and th' women)... my life is tippin' in th' balance...just hangin' by a thread... my life is tippin' in th' balance...just hangin' by a thread... my life is tippin' in th' balance... just... hangin'... by a thread...
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[1] Way down in th’ swamp…down…’Louisiana’…way… Live a ‘ole woman…ain’t got much…to say… But fo’…25 dolla’…ohh…she… giv’…you…what…you need… Sh’ put a ‘spell’…on y’ole man…an’ he cain’t…never…be freed…
[2] He go to work’n’…ev’ry day…jus’ like he should… An’ when y’ need a lover man…he’s made right outta wood… He keep his...eye in his head…ohh he…won’t do…you no wrong… Ain't no need…to complain…girl…Ya...you always…get along… CHORUS I said ‘Jinx’…Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… You can call it what you will... Call it the ‘Voo-doo’ Jinx…
Mike 'Harp Attack' Zack - harp solo 'Lonesome' Mac Galloway - guitar solo
[1] Way down in th’ swamp…down…’Louisiana’…way… Live a ‘ole woman…ain’t got much…to say… But fo’…25 dolla’…ohh…she… giv’…you…what…you need… Sh’ put a ‘spell’…on y’ole man…an’ he cain’t…never…be freed…
[3]Ya so call up all th’ w’men folk…an’ those that come around… It's th' best dam thing…ain’t never gonna happen…in this town… But Y’ know…it won't kill ‘im…but it’ll…drive...him to drink… Ya it will make him your's forever…call it…the…Voo-doo Jinx’…
CHORUS I said ‘Jinx’…Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… You can call it what you will... Call it the ‘Voo-doo’ Jinx…
You can…call it…what you will... Call it…the…Voo-doo…Jinx’... You can…call it…what you will... Call it…the…Voo-doo…Jinx’...
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Ready or not...here I come... [1] Girl I been chasin’ you round…this town all week… I been gettin’ pretty tired o’playin’...hide an’ seek… I’m ready to put…my ‘heart on the line’… You show me your’s…I’ll show you mine…
Chorus ‘Cause I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun…ready or not here I come!…
[2] Now I count ten times ten…time and time again… Can I count on you… here we go again… I open my eyes…I Know your gone… I’m Off like a shot…ready or not here I come…
Chorus ‘Cause I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun…ready or not here I come...
Solo Lonesome Mac - guitar
[3] Now I been chasin’ you round…this town all week… Imma gettin’ pretty tired o’ playin’...hide an’ seek… I’m ready to put…my ‘heart on the line’… You show me your’s…I’ll show you mine…
Chorus ‘Cause I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun…ready or not here I come!… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun…ready or not here I come!… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun…ready or not here I come!…
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Refrain I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin' ...I'm a walkin'...I'm a walkin'...hey hey...
[1] Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans… walkin’ Detroit City…ev’ry where in between... Imma walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… Imma walkin’…in Missouri…got th’ Chicago blues…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues…
[2] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand… walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… Imma walkin’ Californi… down Route 66… wakin’ up Seattle…jus’ can’t scratch th’ itch…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues…
Chorus I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin' ...I'm a walkin'...I'm a walkin'...
solo Tips Mahalo harp
[2] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand… walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… Walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… Imma walkin’ in Missouri…got the Chicago blues…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…got these walkin’ blues…
[3] Now Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans… walkin’ Motor City…ev'ry where in between... Imma walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… Walkin’ in Missouri…got the Chicago blues…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues…
Refrain Now I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin' ...I'm a walkin'...I'm a walkin'...
[1] They call me chain-lightnin’… ‘cause I always strike twice… They call me chain-lightnin’… ‘cause I always strike twice… Spin th' wheel…toss…th'…dice…
[2] They call me trouble brewin’… cause I’m a…smokin' gun… ya...They call me trouble brewin’… cause I’m a…smokin' gun… When I'm done with ya baby ya know I'm th' one... Chorus They call me Jim Dandy…cause I’m your handy…man… ya...they call me Jim Dandy…cause I’m your handy…man… I'll fix you right now mamma…ya know…I…can…
Solo Tips Mahalo - harp Lonesome Mac - slide guitar
[3] Well they call me trouble brewin'...‘cause I’m a..steamboat shot ya they they call me trouble brewin'…‘cause I’m a.steamboat shot.. mamma says listen up girl…troubles what you brought…
[1] They call me chain-lightnin’… ‘cause I always strike twice… They call me chain-lightnin’… ‘cause I always strike twice… Spin th' wheel…toss…th'…dice… Chorus They call me Jim Dandy…cause I’m your handy…man… they call me Jim Dandy…cause I’m your handy…man… when I'm done with ya baby...ya know…I…can… when I'm done with ya baby...ya know…I…can… when I'm done with ya baby...ya know…I…can…
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Refrain I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin' ...I'm a walkin'...I'm a walkin'...hey hey...
[1] Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans… walkin’ Detroit City…ev’ry where in between... Imma walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… Imma walkin’…in Missouri…got th’ Chicago blues…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues…
[2] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand… walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… Imma walkin’ Californi… down Route 66… wakin’ up Seattle…jus’ can’t scratch th’ itch…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues…
Chorus I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin' ...I'm a walkin'...I'm a walkin'...
solo Tips Mahalo harp
[2] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand… walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… Walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… Imma walkin’ in Missouri…got the Chicago blues…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…got these walkin’ blues…
[3] Now Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans… walkin’ Motor City…ev'ry where in between... Imma walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… Walkin’ in Missouri…got the Chicago blues…
Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues…
Refrain Now I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin'...hey hey...I'm a walkin'...hey hey I'm a walkin' ...I'm a walkin'...I'm a walkin'...