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•→‘(Won’t Be) Coming Home’⇐[2012]⇒[lyrics]

∞  w/ Tina Turner  ↓  ‘A Change Is Gonna Come’  (Sam Cooke)

I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like the river I ‘ve been running ever since
It’s been a long, long time coming 
But I know a change gonna come – Oh, yes it will

It’s been too hard living but I’m afraid to die
I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky
It’s been a long, long time coming 
But I know a change gonna come – Oh, yes it will

I go to the movie, and I go downtown
Everybody there keeps tellin’ me «don’t hang around»
It’s been a long, a long time coming, 
But i know a change gonna come – Oh, yes it will

Then I go to my brother and I say, brother please
But he just winds up knocking me back down on my knees
Some times I thought I wouldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, long time coming 
But I know a change is gonna come – Oh, yes it will

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◊  ♦  ◊  Johnny Copeland  ⇓  [1937-97]

I’ve been honky-tonkin’ ever since my baby left . . .

I pray … I’m waken up one morning, finding me all by myself.

I keep on drinkin’, tryin’ to drink New York City dry . . .

‘cause every time my head […?] I can see my baby waving me bye-bye

I know my baby love me, and she got me in chains and bound . . .

But somethin’ deep inside of me, Lord, you know, it won’t let me settle down

I’ve been honky-tonkin’ ever since my baby left . . .

But every time the ball is over, you see, I end up by myself

Yeah!

◊  ‘Flying High’  ↓

Here I sit, in this room, Me and my guitar, and the blues,
Seems like yesterday,  everything was goin’ my way,
No one could’a told me  I’d be sittin’ here singin’ the blues today,

I was flyin’ high, endin’ slow,
Woke up on mornin’ I could fly no more,
But it seems like yesterday, everything was goin’ my way,
No one could’a told me  I’d be sittin’ here singin’ the blues today …

Nobody told me what a man could do,
When the world done takes from him  everything but the blues,
But it seems like yesterday, everything was goin’ my way,
No one could’a told me  I’d be sittin’ here singin’ the blues today,

Now I’m moving from state to state,
Every time I eat,  I could break my plate,
But it seems like yesterday  everything was goin’ my way,
No one could’a told me  I’d be sittin’ here singin’ the blues today.

♦  Devil’s Hand  ↓

I woke up early one morning – Saw the devil play a hand . . .

He wrecked my life like a hurricane

When you playin’ with the devil, you know you’re playin’ a losin’ hand . . .

‘cause cheatin’ is an art, and the devil  understands

Please Mr Devil, go back where you belong . . .

Get out of my life – please leave me alone

I made one mistake – I let the devil drop my head

Believe me when I tell you – the devil is everywhere

I woke up early one morning – Saw the devil play a hand 

He wrecked my life like a hurricane

There’s no good devil … That low-down devil …

That goadin’ devil … That damnful devil …

That low-down devil wrecked my life like a hurricane 

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¤   SHEMEKIA COPELAND 

⇓   ‘Married to the Blues‘←

I never win at love – At love I always lose
I keep looking for a good man and I ain’t got no clue
I can’t find no one to love me
I guess I’m married to the blues – Married to the blues

There’s a picture by my bedside in a frame that’s got a crack
Of one of my old lovers who ain’t never comin’ back
He swore he’d never leave me
Then I saw him start to pack – Start to pack

Oh when you’re married to the blues – Married to the blues
You don’t get no band of gold
All you get is a lonely cab ride to a bed that’s always cold
When you’re married to the blues forget that honeymoon
All you get is luke-warm lovin’ that’s over way, way too soon

There’s a letter in my pocket – It’s all torn, torn and frayed
The only thing, only thing he left me when he ran – Ran away
Now when you’re married to the blues
It gets more lonely everyday

Oh… All these blues
I knew he would leave me – He was never comin’ back
He left me a torn letter – Then he ran away – Ran away
Married to the blues – Oh… All these blues

You get so lonely – Lonely … Lonely … Married to the blues

◊  ‘Beat Up Old Guitar’  ⇓

In a bar down in Texas, in a poor part of town

Sat an old man playin’ the blues, played em’ dirty and low-down

Just trying to make a living, but you know it cant go far

Playing them old blues . . . on a beat up, beat up old guitar

 

But he holds it like a woman, holds it close to his chest

Runs his hands across the body with a soft, soft caress

Though he never made much money when he passed around the jar

He could really play the blues . . . on a beat up, beat up old guitar

 

The body was all scratched up, the neck a beat up thing

but when that man started pickin’, he could make the guitar sing

Though it never made him famous, he never was a star

but he could really play the blues . . . on a beat up, beat up old guitar

 

One day that guitar just broke down, you know the old man, he broke down too

This mean ol’ life’s gonna get you no matter what you do

but if your ever down in Texas and you listen really hard

You’ll hear an old man playin’ the blues on a beat up, beat up old guitar

◊  ‘Never Going Back To Memphis’  ↓

Walked across the room in a neon light

Dark pair of shades Blocking out the night
Smoke ring blowing White Owl Panatella

There wasn’t a thing That man couldn’t sell you
He kept a 45 in a Crown Royal bag

Wiped the fingerprints off – Handed me the rag
I’m never going back to Memphis – I’m never going back to Memphis
Little while later Sirens started screaming

Felt like a nightmare But you know I wasn’t dreaming
Cops walked in Dog pulling on a chain

Looking for a woman Ran in from the rain
They sat out front eating fried chicken

While I shivered in a shed Out behind the kitchen
I’m never going back to Memphis I’m never going back to Memphis
Don’t ask when ‘cause I’m never going back to Memphis again
The river is rising – Sky’s getting darker

My mind keeps playing Some old Junior Parker
Three days waiting – All alone by the tracks

Lying to myself – That man’s coming back
Said he’d come around unless he was dead

Guess he took another woman Or a bullet in the head
I’m never going back to Memphis – I’m never going back to Memphis
Don’t ask when ‘cause I’m never going back to Memphis again
Never going back to Memphis again – Too much trouble you can get in
Never going back To Memphis again – Never going back to Memphis again

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¤   DEBORAH COLEMAN  

←Fine & Mellow

My man don’t love me  –  Treats me oh so mean
My man he don’t love me  –  Treats me awfully
He’s the lowest man  That I’ve ever see

 

He wears high trimmed pan  –  Stripes are really yellow . . .

But when he starts in to love me  –  He’s so fine and mellow

 

Love will make you drink and gamble  –  Make you stay out all night long . . .

Love will make you do things  That you know is wrong

But if you treat me right baby, I’ll stay home everyday . . .

But you’re so mean to me baby
I know you’re gonna drive me away

 

Love is just like the faucet  –  It turns off and on . . .

Sometimes when you think it’s on baby
It has turned off and gone

◊  ‘Bending Like A Willow Tree’  ↓  [Livin’ on love_2001]

If you don’t bend you’ll have to break – Good advise but a little too late
I’ve got trouble everywhere I go – What I’ve been through you’ll never know
Oh I’m down on my bendin’ knee – Weepin’ and bendin’ like a willow tree

I’m not lyin’ and I’m not fake – All you gotta do is look on my face
There’s only so much I can take – Sooner or later I’m bound to break
Yes, I’m down on my bendin’ knee – Weeping an’ bendin’ like a willow tree

Just like a bitter pill I have to take – I’m beggin’ my baby, it’s a little too late
Oh honey, please, gimme a break – It’s a little more that I can take
I’m down on my bendin’ knee – Weepin’ and bendin’ like a willow tree

Yes, I’m weepin’ bendin’ like a willow tree . . .

I’m down on my bendin’ knee – Weepin’ bendin’ like a willow tree

♦   ‘I Can’t Lose’  ↓  [2009]

I can’t lose  […?]  If I keep some winning I’ll be rich some day babe

 

A whole lot of people would like to see me down . . .

But when the game is over I’ll always be around.

 

Mama said, «Deb, don’t worry about a debt – You did a million dolars; give my [. . . ?]

That’s all I used to hear.

If I keep some winning I’ll be rich some day babe

I can’t lose . . .   If I keep some winning I’ll be rich some day babe

 

Playing the blues . . .

∇  I’m a Woman  ↓  [2000]

When I was just a young girl, by twelve years old

I couldn’t do nothing to save my dog gone soul

My mama told me the day I was born

She says, «Sing the blues child, sing it from now on»

 

I’m a woman, I can sing the blues  – I’m a woman, I can change old to new

I’m a woman, when I’m down to the wild – I’m a woman, I’m a ball of fire

 

Well, I’m goin’ down yonder, behind the sun

Gonna do somethin’ for you, ain’t never been done

I’m a hold back the lightning, with the palm of my hand

Shake hands with the devil, make him crawl in the sand

 

I’m a woman, I can sing the blues – I’m a woman, I can change old to new

I’m a woman, when I’m down to the wild  –  I’m a woman, I’m a ball of fire

 

When I was just a young girl . . .

I’m a woman,  dabble you,  you may

I’m a woman,  woman to the end