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
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
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
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
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!!!
Chorus out…
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees
Music/BMI
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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