¤ Lee Dorsey [1924-1986]
Lee Dorsey epitomized the loose, easygoing charm of New Orleans R&B perhaps more than any other artist of the ’60s. Working with legendary Crescent City producer/writer Allen Toussaint, Dorsey typically offered good-time party tunes with a playful sense of humor and a loping, funky backbeat.
∇ ‘Working in the coal mine‘ ↓
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoop, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
Five o’clock in the mornin’, I’m all ready up and gone
Lord I am so tired, how long can this go on?
That I’m workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
‘Cause I make all the money, hauling coal by the ton
But when Saturday goes around I’m too tired for havin’ fun (Too tired for having…)
I’ just workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoop, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
Lord I am so tired, how long can this go on?
That I’m workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoop, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
Five o’clock in the mornin’, I’m all ready up and gone
Lord I am so tired, how long can this go on?
That I’m workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoop, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
‘Cause I make all the money, hauling coal by the ton
But when Saturday goes around I’m too tired for havin’ fun (Too tired for having…)
I’m just workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoop, about to slip down
Workin’ in a coal mine, goin’ down, down, down
Workin’ in a coal mine, whoops, about to slip down
Lord I am so tired
Get out my life, woman ↑ you don’t love me no more …
Get out my life, woman; you don’t love me no more
Get out my eyes, teardrops; I gotta see my way around …
Get out my life, heartache; nothin’ but heartache by the pound
Get off the ladder, woman; I’ve got to climb up to the top …
Get off the ladder, woman; there is nothin’ gonna make me stop
Get out my way, woman; I gotta be movin’ on …
Get out the way, woman; I gotta be movin’ on
Get out my life, woman; you don’t love me no more …
Get out my life, woman; you don’t love me no more
Oh the games people play now every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now – Never saying what they mean
And they while away the hours in their ivory towers
Till they’re covered up with flowers in the back of a black limousine
Oh we make one another cry – Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die – That the other was to blame
Neither one will ever give in – So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking ‘bout the things that might have been – It’s a dirty rotten shame
People walking up to you – Singing glory hallelulia
And they’re tryin to sock it to you in the name of the Lord
They’re gonna teach you how to meditate – Read your horoscope and cheat your faith
And further more to hell with hate – Come on, get on board
Look around tell me what you see – What’s happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity to remember who I am
Cause you’ve given up your sanity for your pride and your vanity
Turned your back on humanity and you don’t give a da da da da da
∇ ‘Everything I Do Gonh Be Funky’ (from now on) ⇓
I have to be myself and do my thing
A little soul can’t do no harm, yeah
Everything I do gohn be funky from now on …
But I’m doing what I wanna do
So go with me if you can
Or just do what you can do
Oh, shucks
Why you whining
I’m on fire
Just being natural me
My little hang up and my little times
But deep inside, I’m free
Who’s to say what’s right or wrong
Oh, shucks, do your thing
÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
¤ PERCY MAYFIELD [1920-1984]
‘Hit the Road Jack’: a song written by Percy Mayfield and first recorded in 1960 as an a cappella demo sent to Art Rupe. It became famous after it was recorded by Ray Charles.
The song, which has a strong beat, is a brief, rather comic duet between a fed-up woman and her good-for-nothing man. He tries to wheedle her into letting him stay, but she will have none of it, «‘cause it’s understood: you ain’t got no money, you just ain’t no good.»
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
Woah Woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean,
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen.
I guess if you say so
I have to pack ma things and go. (That’s right)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
now baby, listen baby, don’t ya treat me this-a way
Cause I’ll be back on my feet some day.
(Don’t care if you do ‘cause it’s understood)
(you ain’t got no money you just ain’t no good.)
Well, I guess if you say so
I’d better pack my things and go. (That’s right)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
(don’t you come back no more . . .)
◊→ ‘Memory Pain’ ⇓
Everytime I see a woman – it makes me think about mine
Everytime I see a woman – it make me think of mine
And the way she treat me – Boys I just can’t keep from cryin’
When I used to come home in the evenin’, that woman would be gone
When I come home in the evenin’, my old lady would be gone
And when I would get up in the mornin’ – Boy she’d just be coming home
I don’t see well and I’m absent-minded and I hardly sleep at all
My […?] has put me on a habit – I nib it too in alcohol
Ohhhh serve me right to suffer – Serve me right to be alone
‘cause I’m still livin’ with a memory of the days that’s passed and gone
◊ ‘Stranger in my own Hometown’ ↓
I’m like a stranger – Like a stranger in my own home town . . .
Some folks I’d known since my childhood just don’t seem to want me ‘round
I came home with good intentions about 5 or 6 years ago . . .
But my home town won’t accept me – I just don’t feel welcome here no more
I built a house on a hill-top, cause you see I’m a family man
I worked hard in my kind of mission to do the very best I can
Now, don’t mistreat nobody – They’re lyin’ if they say I do
Oh there’re some here they like me, but they are so very very few!
That’s why I like a stranger, a stranger in my own home town
My so called friends stopped being friendly
But you can’t keep a good man down
No, you can’t keep him down
∇ ‘Highway Is Like A Woman’ ⇓
The time has come, I got to hit the road again
I said, the time has come, now I’ve got to hit the road again
‘Cause I travel with a passion
And the highway is my lady, friend
You see, the highway’s like a woman
Soft shoulders and dangerous curves
I said, the highway is like a woman, like a woman
Soft shoulders an’ dangerous curve
And if you don’t know her when you start travelin’
Boy, she can really upset your nerves, yeah
But if you respect her when she warns you
I swear the highway will treat you fine
I said, you respect her when she warn you
And the highway will treat you fine
When she’s wet and she’s slippery
Then watch out for the detour sign every time
◊ ◊ ‘River’s Invitation’ + ‘You don’t exist no more’ ⇓
• River’s invitation ↓
I’ve been all across the country and I’ve played in every town ‘Cause I’m trying to find my baby but no one has seen her ‘round Now you know which way I’m headed if my baby can’t be found. I spoke to the river and the river spoke back to me And it said, you look so lonely – you look full of misery And if you can’t find your baby, come and make your home with me I don’t want to leave her ‘cause I know she’s still alive And someday I’m gonna find her – then I’ll take for a ride Then we’ll live our life forever in a home among the tide• You don’t exist no more ↑
Why should you use me and then abuse me, and darling tell me why you treat me so cold I can understand you – you must have planned it or else you wouldn’t have been so bold Darling you don’t love me, and it’s plain to see that all you want to do was make a fool of me But now it’s over – I say, it’s over! You don’t exist any more. Now when I had money, girl, you called me honey and it seemed you always wanted me around But [ . . . ?] hit me and then you quit me Why should wish you six feet in the ground …. in the ground Oh, can’t try a crime – about the way you do I would have all the pain that I can stand from you You’d better go now I said, you’d better go ‘cause you don’t exist no more No, you don’t exist no more
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