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Booze, Bluez, & BBQ: Live In Tupelo

 Call My Name
© 2012 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

Listen people I'm talking to you
I wanna tell you all about my girl
She's a little cutie with a big ole booty
And she knows how to rock my world
Every Sunday evening around 7:00
She comes strutting up to my front door
Leaves Monday morning just as quick as she came
With my heart laying on the floor

She knows exactly what to do and say to keep me
Running around until she gets her way
Might be possessive, might be insane but I
Love, love to hear her call my name
Love to hear her call my name

Vodka Red Bull is her drink of choice
Straight Tequila, man, she gets buck wild
Not big on dancing, in public anyway
A jealous heart hides behind that smile
All night long is how she rolls
Ain't slowing down til the morning light
She's so sweet to everyone she meets
But piss her off, man she's ready to fight

She knows exactly what to do and say to keep me
Running around until she gets her way
Might be possessive, might be insane but I
Love, love to hear her call my name
Love to hear her call my name

She knows exactly what to do and say to keep me
Running around until she gets her way
Might be possessive, might be insane but I
Love, love to hear her call my name
Love to hear her call my name



Ain't Got You
© 2005 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

I've been thinking about going
Insane
Maybe rearranging
My brain
Jump in front of a train
Try on some pain after the rain

I need something outside of
The norm
My whole life is tattered
And worn
Got holes in my shoes
Gonna shake these blues after the storm
'Cause I ain't got nothing
If I ain't got you

I think I'm gonna lose
My mind
After everything I'd say it's a-
Bout time
Hitch a ride down south
To the river's mouth
It's time to go
61's the bill
Clarksdale, Greenville
I don't know
'Cause I ain't got nothing
No, I ain't got nothing
If I ain't got you
I ain't got nothing
No, I ain't got nothing
If I ain't got you


Gone Bad Blues
© 2009 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

I went down to the station
Suitcase in my hands
I went down to the station
Suitcase in my hands
Had to leave my baby
Messing with another man

I went down to the station
Left my woman standing there crying
I went down to the station
Left my woman standing there crying
Lord that man she been loving
Living on borrowed time

I went down to the station
Sheriff on my trail
I went down to the station
Sheriff on my trail
Catch the first thing smoking
I won't spend my life in jail


I Need You
© 2011 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

I need you to get me through the day
I need you in all those special ways
I need you to get me through the night
I need you to make everything all right

I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

When I was tired you gave me your bed
When I was hungry made sure I was fed
When I was down you lifted me up
When I was horny, baby, you sexed me up

I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

When I was tired you gave me your bed
When I was hungry made sure I was fed
When I was down you lifted me up
When I was horny, baby, you sexed me up

I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you


Saturday Night
© 2012 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

Sittin' at home on a Saturday night
Sittin' at home on a Saturday night
Sittin' at home on a Saturday night
Hope my little baby gonna treat me right

Smoke a little bowl before I go to town
Smoke a little bowl before I go to town
Smoke a little bowl before I go to town
Drinkin' with my baby always brings me down

Baby talkin' to me tryin' to break my soul
Baby talkin' to me tryin' to break my soul
Baby talkin' to me tryin' to break my soul
She says I'm too damn old for this rock 'n' roll

So I'm sittin' at home on a Saturday night
Sittin' at home on a Saturday night
Sittin' at home on a Saturday night
Waitin' for my baby, gonna end this fight


Homesick Blues
© 2006 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

I've been gone too long
Now home ain't what it used to be
I've been gone too long
Now home ain't what it used to be
I've got to find a way to get back
To Memphis, TN

They closed down my home
And I can't even find me a drink
They closed down my home
And I can't even find me a drink
It's got me so frustrated
I can't even think

They kicked me out of my job
And I can't get paid no more
They kicked me out of my job
And I can't get paid no more
Can you help me get back on my feet
Back on my feet once more

My old lady left me
She even took the kitchen sink
My old lady left me
She even took the kitchen sink
Don't miss her mouth at all
But let me tell ya, I miss that pink

I've been gone too long
Now home ain't what it used to be
I've been gone too long
Now home ain't what it used to be
I've got to find a way to get back
To Memphis, TN


Brand New Day
© 2012 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

In the morning
Don't you wake
I'll be right there
When daylight breaks
All your cares
Gone away
It's a brand new day

Lay with me
As the rain comes down
Have you ever heard
A more beautiful sound
All your cares
Gone away
It's a brand new day

Stay right here
As the night rolls in
Feels so right
It can't be sin
All your cares
Gone away
It's a brand new day


No Time To Cry
© 2013 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

Well I'm walking
Got no clue as to where or why
Said I'm walking
Got no clue as to where or why
Yeah, my baby she done left me
But I ain't got no time to cry

I don't want your heart and soul
I don't need you to keep me in line
I don't want your heart and soul
I don't need you to keep me in line
You can have your friends and your life
Lord, just keep ‘em out of mine

I'm gonna take a train
Jump off in the Arizona sand
Said I'm gonna take a train
Jump off in the Arizona sand
Chase it up to Colorado
Rocky Mountain High in the palm of my hand

Well, I'm walking
Don't quite care as to where or why
Oh, yeah, I'm walking
Don't quite care as to where or why
My baby done gone and left me
But I got no reason to cry


Lost In Mississippi
© 2008 Blues Waide Music – All Rights Reserved

I'm lost in Mississippi
Tupelo is where I'm found
I'm lost in Mississippi
Tupelo is where I'm found
Find me on the back roads
I'll be burning one down

Nobody loves me
Nobody knows my name
Nobody loves me
Nobody knows my name
Hard times and troubles
I've got myself to blame

Going down to the crossroads
Make a deal on my soul
Going down to the crossroads
Make a deal on my soul
Rather go to hell, baby
Than die alone in Tupelo