Mighty Man
Whatcha doin’ little sister,
wasting time here in this bar
We could be out there foolin, let me take you for a ride in my car
The night is young and I’m restless, I’ll show you what a good man can do
I know what you need little sister, and that's a big shot of rhythm and blues
It’s time to begin, this is
the night;
you’re gonna remember for the rest of your life.
I’m your mighty mighty man, I’m your mighty mighty mighty man
My engine’s revved and runnin’,
I’ll take you where you’ve never been
Stallions in the stall a kickin’, come on and let the big boy in.
I can’t stop this heat and desire, burning down in my soul
You know I’m no mean mistreater; come on and let the good times roll.
I’m gonna make you feel like you've
never felt before, I’ll love you one time,
you'll come back for more.
I’m your mighty mighty man, I’m your
mighty mighty mighty man
Whatcha doin’ little sister,
wasting time here in this bar
We could be out there foolin, let me take you for a ride in my car
Now the night is young and I’m restless, I’ll show you what a good man
can do
I know what you need little sister, and that’s a big shot of rhythm and
blues
I’m gonna make you feel like you've
never felt before, I’ll love you one night,
babe you'll come back for more.
I’m your mighty mighty man, I’m your
mighty mighty man
I’m your mighty mighty mighty man,
the whole world knows who I am
I’m your mighty mighty man, all the
little girls understand
I’m your mighty mighty man, I'm your
mighty, mighty, mighty
hot damn, understand, yes I am your
mighty man.
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1991 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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Planet Earth
Global warming’s real,
potentially it’s catastrophic
Negligence will kill, respect the earth and all upon it
Corporations greed, beware the suits all talkin' trash
Take more than they need, you money suckers kiss my ass
Mercy, mercy, mercy me… What’s goin on; what can it be.
We tolerate venality… While Mother Nature bleeds
Can I get a witness, brother,
Stand up and shout it
Can I get a witness, sister, Aint’ no getting’ around it
It is the place where we come from, third stone from the sun, planet
earth
Seas are on the rise, winds
of change before our eyes
We can turn the tide, let your conscience be your guide
Time has come today, heed the signs that show the way
Tree of liberty, not as green as it should be.
Politics and chemistry,
guilty in the first degree
A lethal mix of tragedy, shapes our destiny
Can I get a witness, brother,
Stand up and shout it
Can I get a witness, sister, Aint’ no getting’ around it
It is the place where we come from, third stone from the sun, planet
earth
Unite the human race, assume
responsibility
Admit to our mistakes, lessons in humility
Upon this rock we stand, a beacon in the universe
A brotherhood of man, life’s a blessing not a curse
All the nations must agree,
apathy the enemy
Restoration is the key, listen to my plea
Can I get a witness, brother,
Stand up and shout it
Can I get a witness, sister, Aint’ no getting’ round it
It is the place where we come from, third stone from the sun, planet
earth
I still believe for what it’s worth, it’s the place of our birth, planet
earth
This planet earth… save the
planet we can save the planet
The time has come to save this planet earth
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 08/12/2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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Sold Down River
Sold down river, Mississippi
Work a man down to the bone
I can’t believe, I can’t believe
I can’t believe, the good lord aint’ brought me home
Words and Music: Stephen
Dees, Victor Wainwright and Josh Roberts
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI, Victor Lawton Wainwright
Music/BMI
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Long Way to Go
Moses was a holy man; led his
people to the promise land
40 years of desert sand; pain and misery
Moses never lost his faith; though the hour was getting late
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go
See the soul of Abraham, in
the eyes of a righteous man,
God’s children all take a hand, join in revelry
Hallelujah sound the call, a house divided will surely fall
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go
History of sorrows, gonna
change tomorrow someday
You know we've got to change.
We will overcome if we let love guide the way.
Brother King was a preacher
man; he drew the line, made a stand
Had a dream all men could live, in peace and brotherhood
Gave his life for what he believed; freedom, justice, equality
Down a long hard road; and we still have a long way to go
History of sorrows, gonna
change tomorrow someday
I know you've got to change.
We will overcome if we let love guide the way, Oh we've got to change.
See the soul of Abraham, in
the eyes of a righteous man,
God’s children all take a hand, join in revelry
Hallelujah sound the call, a house divided will surely fall
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go, yes we do.
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 02/27/2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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Blues
in the Rain
A cold wind’s blowin’ from
the east
A cruel dark cloud seeking release
I can hear the thunder beacon me, yeah
Blue sky turn a dismal grey
A savage storm is on the way
Consumed by my own misery
Stranded in the belly of the beast
My salvation is just out of reach
In every mans life falls a
little rain
Each tear that I shed, somehow eases the pain
It’s my cross to bear, there's no one else to blame
This sad broken man, will never be the same
Gonna hide my shame, cry my blues in the rain
Cool clean water cover me
Wash away the stain of suffering
Conceal my grief let no one see
There’s a great empty hole in my heart
Ever since my life fell apart
Comfort me in your gentle shower
Renew my soul with your healing power
Give me hope in my darkest hour
In every mans life falls a
little rain
Each tear that I shed, somehow eases the pain
It’s my cross to bear, no one else to blame
This sad broken man, will never be the same
Gonna hide my shame, cry my blues in the rain
I’ve been accused of walking
around with my head in the clouds
[I must confess it’s true]
I’ve been accused of being a little too proud
I feel so helpless, I wanna cry out loud!!!
In every mans life falls a
little rain
Each tear that I shed, somehow eases the pain
It’s my cross to bear, no one else to blame
This sad broken man, will never be the same
Gonna hide my shame, cry my blues in the rain
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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What
you want
Now hush my mouth; I’m in way
too deep
How you put me out, girl you make me weep
It’s such a shame with what we’ve been through
I can’t believe I’m losin’ you.
I gave you my soul, my everything
I wish that I could be, what you want me to be
What you want me to be
I’m a troubled man, that’s
what I am
But you always knew, said you’d understand.
Empty promises, in the dark
As the passion fades, now it’s time to part
No second chance, what's left for me
I
wish that I could be, what you want me to be
What you want me to be
So I’ll say goodbye
Accept my fate, won’t question why
It’s way too late
After all the times I’ve been burned
You’d think I’d work it out, will I ever learn?
Still I’ll hold on to what I believe
I wish that I could be, what
you want me to be
What you want me to be
What you want me to be
What you want me to be
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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WildRoot Jam
Dig the root, way down deep
Taste the fruit, sticky sweet
Put in the pan, wild root jam, JAM!!!
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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School of Hard Knocks
Well your momma and your
poppa, they think I’m so low
Now let me tell you sister,
they’ll never know what I know
I’ve got two degrees in
boogie and Phd in swing
I’m a master of rhythm, a
rock and roll king
I’ve jammed with the best,
from the east to the west
You’ve got to pay your dues,
you can never rest
If you want to live the blues
BB and Muddy laid down the
rules
Get your education, comin'
from the school of hard knocks
Comin' from the school of
hard knocks
You want your money in your
pocket, not in the business mans
When it’s time to ride the
rocket, they’ll try to take you for all they can
They’ve got two degrees in
gouge you; a Phd in sting
They’re masters of deception;
they’ll try to take everything
I’ve been coach on a train,
first class in a plane
I’ve been up, I’ve been down,
but some things never change
My music heals my pain
BB and Muddy laid down the
rules
Get your education, comin'
from the school of hard knocks
Comin' from the school of
hard knocks
Fellow students, class is
in...
BB and Muddy laid down the
rules
Get your education, comin'
from the school of hard knocks
Comin' from the school of
hard knocks
Words and Music: Stephen
Dees/Pat Travers
Copyright © Stephen Leslie
Dees Music/Pat Henry Travers Music/BMI
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Not Afraid
I’ve been wakin' early
Watch the sun rise everyday
Without you in my arms, it’s
not the same
No happy ever after, story
has been told
It’s time to move along on my
own
Oh, I love you and oh I miss
you and
Oh I’m not afraid
So I’ll let you go, I’ll miss
you
But no, I’m not afraid
Hello Mr. Bluebird, sing a
song for me today
Could I hear your simple
melody
Please send my girl a message
Take it on your wings,
whisper in her ear tenderly
Oh, I love you and oh I miss
you and
Oh I’m not afraid
So, I’ll let you go, I’ll
miss you
But no, I’m not afraid
Oh, I love you and oh I miss
you and
Oh I’m not afraid
So, I’ll let you go, I’ll
miss you
But no, I’m not afraid
Words and Music: Victor
Wainwright, Amir Tal, Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2009 Victor
Lawton Wainwright Music/Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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Square
A
circle is a shape that goes round and round
Never
seems to get any place
A
triangle points north east and west
That
leaves the south out in outer space
The
pentagon has five straight sides
but
it’s those interior angles I can’t abide
A
square is even within and without
And
even is what I’m talkin’ about
Yeah,
people come in many different sizes and shapes
Beneath the skin, we are all the same
Wouldn’t it be nice, I think it’s only fair
Wouldn’t it be good, everything square
Throughout history once or twice upon a time
Kingdoms have flourished and some have declined
Dictators, monarchs, tyrants, presidents
All
kinds of societies have come and went
Can
you imagine a world without rules
Where
everything is equal, everybody’s cool
Live
and let live give back what you take
Even
for even, everything’s jake
Yeah,
people come in many different sizes and shapes
But
beneath the skin, we are all the same
Wouldn’t it be nice, I think it’s only fair
Wouldn’t it be good, everything square
You
know that, people come in many different sizes and shapes
But
beneath the skin, we are all the same
Wouldn’t it be nice, I think it’s only fair
Wouldn’t it be good, everything square
Wouldn’t it be nice, I think it’s only fair
Wouldn’t it be good, everything square, everything's square,
Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't that be nice
That
would be so nice.
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2001 Stephen
Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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Sweet Louise
You say that you’re not at
home
Leave your number at the tone
Sure is good to hear your
voice again, on the telephone
The sun don’t shine quite as
bright these days
Without your helping hand to
guide my way
I remember good times, such
memories
Do you ever think about me.
I’ve been lonely too long…
Come on home, sweet Louise
The peaches are fallin’ from the trees
There ain’t nothing shaking
but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise.
Our pictures up on the wall
Ole Savannah, no cares at all
Ain’t been the same since
you’ve been gone, it’s all wrong
If I could turn back the
hands of time,
When you were twelve and I
was nine
You’d never leave your little
brother behind, anytime; rain or shine
You’ve been gone far too long
Come on home, sweet
Louise
The peaches are fallin’ from
the trees
There ain’t nothing shaking
but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise.
I’ve been lonely too long…
So won’t you, Come on home,
sweet Louise
The
peaches are fallin’ from the trees
There ain’t nothing shaking
but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise
Come on home, sweet
Louise
The
peaches are fallin’ from the trees
There ain’t nothing shaking
but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise,
Come on home sweet Louise
Words and Music: Stephen
Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2008 Stephen
Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/BMI
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Blues Grass
[ok now.. gonna get me some
blues grass]
Coin hard to come by, in this
economy
Coin hard to come by, in this
economy
But when I strike up that
blues grass
It’s alright by me
I’ve got no use for bad news,
hard times leave me alone
Ain’t no news but bad news,
everything’s all wrong
But when I strike up that
blues grass, take me down home
(take me down home fellows,
come on)
(now pass it along)
Things ain’t lookin good, I
can’t pay my rent
I put my faith in God, not
government
Coin hard to come by, in this
economy
But when I strike up my blues
grass, it’s alright by me
Yes when I strike up my blues
grass
I’m as happy as I can be.
Words and Music: Stephen
Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2008 Stephen
Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/BMI
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What'd I Say
Hey mama, don't you treat me
wrong, Come and love your daddy all night long
All right, hey hey, all right, hey, hey, hey, that's what I say
See the girl with the diamond ring, She knows how to shake that thing
All right, hey hey, all right, hey, hey, hey, that's what I say
Tell your mama, tell your pa, I'm gonna send you back to Arkansas
If you don't do right, hey if you don't do right, hey, hey, if you don't
do right
When you see me in misery, Come on baby, see about me
Alright, hey, hey, baby it's alright; hey, hey, hey, tell me what'd I
say
See the girl with the red dress on, She can Birdland all night long,
alright,
tell me what'd I say
tell me what'd I say, hey,
hey, hey, tell me what'd I say
Tell me what'd I say, Tell me what'd I say,
Hey, tell me what'd I say, oh
baby, what'd I say
Tell me what'd I say, hey hey hey, tell me what'd I
Oh, I wanna know, Tell me I wanna know
Ah And-a I wanna know, Babe
I wanna know, I wanna know, how, how, how
Yeah I wanna know
Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey
One more time (just one more time)
One more time (just one more time)
Do it one more time (just one more time)
Just one more time (just one more time)
Say it one more time, hey hey hey, (just one more time) Baby just one
more time
Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good yeah (make me feel so good)
Hey, make me feel so good (make me feel so good) Make me feel so good.
Baby it's all right (baby
it's all right)
Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Hey, baby it's all right (baby it's all right) Hey hey, baby what'd I
say
Baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Come on shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Get down baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Come on let me see you shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Whoa, baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing) Oh baby baby shake
that thing.
Ah, that'd what'd I say.
Words and Music: Ray Charles
Copyright © Ray Charles Unichappell Music Inc/BMI
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Beale Street to the Bayou
Up on Beale St jammin’ the
blues, shakin’ the house, workin’ the groove
When I got a call from this
dude down in New Orleans.
Said we dig your sound piana’
man, Wicked smooth, sleight of hand
Come on down and join our
jamboree.
Head due south on 61, bring
your band, let’s have some fun
Guaranteed the deal is done.
Hey now, hey now.
Trip on down to the Bayou
boy, shake a feather, make some noise
In Dixieland that’s where you
wanna be
Take your time a day or two,
let us know what you wanna do
lively up our Cajun stew, Go
man go, roll man roll
From Beale street to the
bayou, Beale street to the bayou,
Beale street to the bayou. Come on
down don’t you wanna go?
Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the
bayou, Beale street to the bayou.
Come on down don’t you wanna go?
Call the roots, strike up the
band; Come on boys, lend a hand
Say you’ll play this one
night stand with me
Hit the road, ball the jack;
Sunday morning we won’t look back
Pack your bags, get on board
and see
Shag on down to the Jackson
Square; Let the music take you there
Don’t pay no bread, I don’t
care, hey now hey now
Cool Cat Daddy, get the Gunn;
Six String Willy’s on the run
In the house of the mighty
risen sun
Cruisin’ in my easy chair;
Behind the wheel of my Belair
King of the road, on the air,
go man go, roll man roll
From Beale street to the
bayou, Beale street to the bayou,
Beale street to the bayou. Hey Cat
Daddy don’t you wanna go?
Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the
bayou, Beale street to the bayou.
Come on boys don’t you wanna go?
It's time for us to get back
on the blacktop boys
Come on in fellas, get on
board and don't look back
We gotta to hit the road
jack.
Cruisin’ in my easy chair;
Behind the wheel of my Belair
King of the road, on the air,
go man go, roll man roll [Let's Go!]
From Beale street to the
bayou, Beale street to the bayou,
Beale street to the bayou. Come on
down don’t you wanna go?
Beale street to the bayou,
Beale street to the bayou,
Beale street to the bayou. Come on down don’t
you wanna go?
Words and Music: Stephen
Leslie Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen
Leslie Dees Music/BMI
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