The Blues Song by The Dead Milkmen (maybe fans of the blues won't find this funny) We can stand naked on the corner of Main Street, baby, and Let everybody slow down and take a look You can drive your Cadillac to the library, baby, and maybe read the Last ten pages of an Agatha Christie book You can feed my cat to my dog And turn around and feed my dog to my horse You can screw the whole damn royal family, baby, until they All get a divorce Baby, baby, baby Baby, you can do anything you wanna do, baby I swear it will not bother me Cause, baby, you know Baby, you know you've got to You've got to You've got to be what you're going to be You can burn down the orphanage, baby, over there on the Poor side of town You can go to the circus, baby, frighten the elephants See if you can get them to maybe, Trample a clown You can steal the prize out of my box of cereal, baby, and Replace it with a rat You can walk up to someone who might be a little overweight And be kinda sensitive about it and say "Oh my god, you're really fat!" Live and let live, baby That's the cornerstone The very essence of my philosophy And baby Baby, you know You know you've got to You've got to You've got to be what you're going to be I'm gonna play my harmonica Since i charge $35 a note I'm not gonna play much of my harmonica You see the blues The blues isn't an art form It's not a type of music The blues is a product Not unlike computer chips or tampons The blues is a way for white kids to feel That they understand the feelings of black people Without ever having to meet any of them The blues is all these things and more Available for $19.95 Oh, baby Baby, you can do whatever you wanna do, baby Baby, you know it's not going to bother me Cause baby you know You know you've got to You've got to be what you're going to be Here comes the solo! Ooh, and what a solo it is You know That might not be the blues but it sure makes me sad Listen, in the distance The sound of Leadbelly rolling in his grave I've said it before, baby I'll say it again Live and let live The very essence, the cornerstone The summit of my philosophy Baby, baby, you know Baby, you know you've got to You've got to be what you're going to be A blues man needs a nickname And everybody calls me Two Shoes Cause i always wear two shoes I know it's not much of a nickname But by the time i got around to getting my nickname All the good ones were taken Take for example Blind Lemon Lipschitz Blind Lemon Lipschitz gouged out his own eyes with his thumbnails So he could be called blind lemon It's true, don't laugh He felt the very essence of the blues, calling him from within And he felt that contract too Oh, baby Baby, you know Baby, you know you can do whatever you do I don't care I don't give a damn, baby It's not gonna bother me Cause baby, baby, b-b-b-b-b-b-b You gotta You gotta You gotta You gotta You gotta be You gotta be what you're going to

Leadbelly - Where Did You Sleep Last Night My girl, my girl, don't lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, where will you go I'm going where the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through Her husband, was a hard working man Just about a mile from here His head was found in a driving wheel But his body never was found My girl, my girl, don't lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, where will you go I'm going where the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, don't lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, where will you go I'm going where the cold wind blows In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the whole night through

Paul Thorn~~Ev'ry Little Bit Hurts I soaked all your pictures, in gasoline I prayed for a miracle, but the phone never rang I cried on the front porch, and I cursed your name I waited til sundown and then I lit the flame (Chorus) Oh I'm tryin, to get over you But the further, the further away I move Ev'ry little bit hurts, oh yeah Ev'ry little bit hurts, oh yes it does I turned on my TV, and I saw John Wayne Kiss his girl goodbye and ride off into the rain He must not have needed her, cause if he did he woulda stayed He made leavin look easy, but for me it's not that way (Chorus) (Spoken) Now Dahlin, if ya out there listenin tonight, I wanna let you know one thing. Someday I'll be strong again and won't worship the ground you walk on (Sing) But baby, until then.... (Chorus)

Nobody Loves Me but My Mama and she could be jivin' too. BB King

Cold Cold Ground, by Tom Waits. "Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground cold cold ground cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground cold cold ground..."

Red House - Jimi Hedrix There's a red house over yonder That's where my baby stays Lord there's a red house over yonder Lord that's where my baby stays I ain't been home to see my baby In ninety-nine and one half days Wait a minute something's wrong here The key won't unlock this door Wait a minute somethings wrong Lord have mercy this key won't unlock this door Something's going wrong here I have a bad, bad feeling That my baby don't live here no more That's alright I still got my guitar Look out now Yeah COOL SOLO!! Well I might aswell go on back over yonder Way back up on the hill Lord I might aswell go back over yonder Way back yonder across the hill 'Cause if my baby don't love me no more I know her sister will.

"I Wouldn't Treat A Dog(The Way You Treated Me)/ Bobby Bland When I was up, Girl, you were always comin' round When I needed a friend, You could never be found. I've got a hole where my heart used to be. I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby The way you treated me. (I couldn't do it to ya, now) When times were good, Girl, all your lovin was the same. When the cold wind got rough, You hardly knew my name. You've locked me out and you threw away the key. I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby, The way you treated me. You've got me cryin' for love and I need it, Beggin' like a dog for a bone. I know I spend all my time feelin', Turn my back and you'll leave me one of these old days. Lord know that it's true, Just when you need me the most, Girl, I'll walk right out on you. I hear you say, beggin' down on your bended knees, I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby, The way you treated me. I've got a hole where my heart used to be, I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby, I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby, The way you..... treated...... me.

These...Pearls a Singer, sung best by Elkie Brooks. Written by Ralph Dino/John Sembello/Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller) Pearl's a singer She stands up when she plays the piano in a night club Pearl's a singer She sings songs for the lost and the lonely Her job is entertaining folks Singing songs and telling jokes in a night club Pearl's a singer And they say that she once was a winner in a contest Pearl-'s a singer And they say that she once cut a record They played it for a week or so on the local radio It never made it She wanted to be Betty Grable But now she sits there at that beer-stained table Dreaming of the thing she never got to do All those dreams that never came true Pearl's a singer She stands up when she plays the piano in a night club Pearl's a singer She sings songs for the lost and the lonely Her job is entertaining folks Singing songs and telling jokes in a night club

Saving My Love For You not sure who wrote or sang it, its very very old? the chorus is like jack horner in the corner dont go nowhere what do i care? your kisses are worth waiting for

Baby, baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby Baby is in just about all the blues songs B A B Y

Can't believe no one had this, imho, the best JH blues song!! Well, I wait around the train station Waitin' for that train Waitin' for the train, yeah Take me home, yeah From this lonesome place Well, now a while lotta people put me down a lotta changes My girl had called me a disgrace Dig The tears burnin' Tears burnin' me Tears burnin' me Way down in my heart Well, you know it's too bad, little girl, it's too bad Too bad we have to part (have to part) Dig Gonna leave this town, yeah Gonna leave this town Gonna make a whole lotta money Gonna be big, yeah Gonna be big, yeah I'm gonna buy this town I'm gonna buy this town An' put it all in my shoe Might even give a piece to you That's what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do VIDEO!! Serious Hendrix GOLD!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCQBbgb_Lvo

I like "Treetop Flyer" from the legend Steven Stills. I could be a rambler from the seven dials I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file I don't do business that don't make me smile I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style I'm a treetop flyer Born survivor I will fly any cargo you can pay to run these bush league pilots just can't get the job done Got to fly down into the canyons, never see the sun There's no such thing as an easy run For a treetop flier Born survivor I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand Fly fifteen feet off the Rio Grande Blow the mesquite right up off the sand Seldom seen, especially when I land I'm a treetop flier Born Survivor People ask me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?" Over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA The government taught me, and they taught me right, Stay under the treeline, and you might come out alright I'm a treetop flier Born survivor Comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast promised my woman this one's gonna be my last Get the ship down, and I tie her fast then some old boy walks up, says "Son, you wanna make some fast cash?" I'm a treetop flyer There's things I am and there's things I'm not I am a smuggler and I could get shot But I gonna die, I ain't goin' to get caught, 'Cause I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot I'm a treetop flier Born survivor

Oreo Cookie Blues by Lonnie Mack Chocolate on my fingers, icing on my lips Sugar diabetes and blubber on my hips I keep the night light burning in the kitchen baby So I can go downstairs and cruise I got them oreo creme sandwich Chocolate covered creme filled cookie blues I hide'em in a cabinet, I keep'em in a jar For emergency's you know I keep'em in the Glove compartment of my car And I can't live without'em They git' me higher than I can get on booze I got them oreo creme sandwich Chocolate covered creme filled cookie blues Doctor says I'm crazy You better give'em up and quick Or you'll be pushing up daisies because Boy you definitely sick I couldn't quit if I wanted to Yeah I don't wanna lose It's them oreo creme sandwich Chocolate cover creme filled cookie Built by nabisco, ain't no rookie Next best thang to nookie blues

Well, I wait around the train station Waitin' for that train Waitin' for the train, yeah Take me home, yeah From this lonesome place Well, now a while lotta people put me down a lotta changes My girl had called me a disgrace Dig The tears burnin' Tears burnin' me Tears burnin' me Way down in my heart Well, you know it's too bad, little girl, it's too bad Too bad we have to part (have to part) Dig Gonna leave this town, yeah Gonna leave this town Gonna make a whole lotta money Gonna be big, yeah Gonna be big, yeah I'm gonna buy this town I'm gonna buy this town An' put it all in my shoe Might even give a piece to you That's what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do