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1.
Yazoo City 04:03
Lost my job, lost my home Lost everything I, I ever owned My sweet home people, everything I ever owned Almost lost my mind Left it all behind In Yazoo City I use to ship that cotton On the Yazoo River Clean down to New Orleans Stoppin’ in Vicksburg Bound for New Orleans When the Greenville levee broke Water rose all over Yazoo City Tryin’ to sleep at night In a Red Cross tent Homeless folks just like me Sleepin’ in the tents people Homeless folks just like me Lord, I used to lay my head On a fine feather bed In Yazoo City Once I get to Memphis Won’t be no stoppin’ there Might head for California Start over somewhere, California They say black folks better off Out there I might sail the Seven Seas But my home will always be In Yazoo City, Yes it will Lost my way of talkin’ My ol’ southern way o’ walkin’ The things I used to do, people I , I don’t do anymore Oh the things I use to do Lord I just don’t do anymore Well when they introduce me They say, here come the man that used to be From Yazoo City Written by Eric Bibb & Glen Scott
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The Lord is my shepherd, I shall want no more He gives me what I need He restores my soul Prepares a table in front of my enemies He gives me all I need , he comforts me As I walk through this valley of the show of death, I will fear no evil Cause I’m not by myself Anointed my head with his holy oil My cup runneth over I shall want no more Everywhere I go Down this lonesome road No matter where I be In these City Streets He leads me in past of righteousness He leads me besides still waters Thou rod, thy staff they comfort me He leads me out of these City Streets Everywhere I go Down this lonesome road No matter where I be In these City Streets My rock my savior, my shelter from the storm My God is with me, I shall fear no harm Preparest a table in front of my enemies Gives me all I need, he comforts me As I walk through this valley of the show of death, I will fear no evil Cause I’m not by myself My peace of mine I don’t worry at all My cup runneth over I shall want no more Everywhere I go, Everywhere I go Down this lonesome road No matter where I be In these City Streets My God is with me, my God is with me My God is with me, my God is with me Everywhere I go, Everywhere I go Down this lonesome road No matter where I be In these City Streets The Lord is my shepherd, I shall want no more He gives me what I need He restores my soul Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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Strange weather everywhere Some folks don’t notice some just don’t care Mother Earth’s tryin’ to warn us Believe it if you choose She’s moanin’ the hard time blues River’s overflowin’ all the power’s out Katrina comes to mind No escape route In the Game of Life We’re breakin’ all the rules Wailin’ the hard time blues See that homeless sister With nothin’ left to lose She’s not a member of any union But she’s paid plenty dues See that broke-down brother See that homeless brother Lost both his shoes Pushin’ a shoppin’ cart full o’ hard time blues Gangstas in the gov’ment I know there’s Gangstas in the streets Reckon it’s all connected wrapped up all nice an’ neat Juke joint at the crossroads Pumpin’ out the news Can’t you hear the wolf howlin’ Cant you hear the wolf howlin, the hard time blues Schools look like prisons Poverty keeps risin’ Lockin’ up brothers is a business You know it’s not surprisin’ Here come that homeless man Lookin’ for his shoes Pushin’ a shoppin’ cart Full o’ hard time blues Cryin hard time blues Blues everywhere Blues down in Chicago Alabama, Hard time Blues In Memphis too Rise up my brother Let love rule Each one , teach one Hard Time Blues Blues everywhere, everywhere Written by Eric Bibb & Glen Scott
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Poor Black Children got to work all the sun Poor Black Children got to work all the sun Poor Black Children got to work all day Picking that cotton , bailing that Hay Oh Black Child your work is never done Oh Black Child your work is never done If I had wings, I’ll fly far away from here If I had wings, I’ll fly far away from here If I had wings I’ll fly far away Try to find Lord a good resting place Oh Black Child you know your work is never done Momma said son don’t you let ‘em bring your spirit down Momma said son don’t you let ‘em bring your spirit down Momma said son don’t you let’em get you down Keep a song in your heart all day long Oh my child your time will surly come. Oh my child your time will surly come One of these days all the people gonna open their eyes One of these days all the people gonna open their eyes One of these days all the people gonna see Everybody comes from the same old tree Oh my child one day their finally see All God’s children comes from the same old tree One of these days all the people gonna open their eyes One of these days all the people gonna open their eyes One of these days all the people gonna see Everybody comes from the same old tree Oh my child one day they’ll finally see All God’s children comes from the same old tree Apple tree, peach tree , plum tree, cheery tree Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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Meatballs 02:56
I call my baby on the telephone I said it won’t be long little girl, I’m coming home She said I got something for you baby on the stove I said tell me what it is little woman You see ,I got to know I got my mind on some collard greens Yeah and a little bit of cornbread I got a taste for some blackeye peas Guess what that little woman said to me? Well you got them meatballs Cause I ain’t had time To slave over the stove After working full time Them meatballs, have to do Cause I’m the one in need of something special from you I love my baby doll don’t you know it I bought 2 big old steaks just to show it She said, I ain’t gone cook that today today is my off day But I got something waiting for on the stove anyway You got them meatballs Cause I ain’t had time To slave over the stove After working full time I got meatballs, gonna have to do Cause I ain’t in no mood To hear no cussing from you. I’m so tired of them meatballs I ate meatballs yesterday Come on baby , work them pots and pan This ain’t no kind of stuff to feed a hard working man I ain’t got no time to play around with fools When I’m in need of something, something from you I got meatballs spaghetti waiting for you I got meatballs and a little bit of spaghetti Waiting on the stove for you I got meatballs … Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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I was raised on , beans and biscuit Down a dirt road, was my home Second hand is, what they call me Second hand and worn out clothes Miss Dorothy Lee, was my mother And she always, cared for me She couldn't write na’ll , could hardly read But she had Jesus, that`s all we need Oh the road is, sho nuff narrow And my way is, rough and steep If He cares for, the little Sparrow Then I know, He cares for me He cares for me Yes I know, He cares for me Paxton Lane, Old Hertford Road A little church house We use to go Choir singing mighty loud Watch the old folks Jump and shout Every hair that’s on my head Hel knows the number The good book said And if the cares for The wild flowers How much more the lord cares for me Yes I know, he cares for I’m just a poor low down stranger I’m a long way from my home Like the sunshine on every sinner I know the sun shines down on me He’s my lawyer, in the court room He’s my doctor, when I’m down and out He’s my savior, he heals my broken heart And when I’m all alone, he’s my rock Yes I know, he cares for This much I know And if the cares for The wild flowers How much more the lord cares for me Yes I know, I know , I know, I know He cares for Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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Never have I felt, so much pain before I can't find the one, my heart’s searching for Don't hear her voice no more, she use to speak to me So dearly Deep down inside I feel so empty Nobody here Lord can comfort me All I know, is that I love her so, dearly Love will never die That's what they say to me Love will live on, to eternity In my memory, she will always be, so dearly Dearly beloved, we are gather here today Dearly beloved , the one we love has passed away Resting in love, so, so dearly beloved I don't know what tomorrow will bring But it can never be like it use to be I miss her tenderness , I miss her tenderness, so dearly With love and peace that’s how she us to live She gave her best Lord, that's all one can give In my memory, she will always be, so dearly Dearly beloved, we are gather here today Dearly beloved, we are gather here today Dearly beloved , the one we love has passed away Resting in love, so, so dearly beloved Sunday morning, Sunday school Trying to learn, that old golden rule I hear her voice so crystal clear Sometimes its sound like Lord, she is standing here I miss her tenderness I miss her tenderness, so dearly Running bare footed in the grass We cry so long people We start to laugh Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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New Born 03:31
I thought I had to figure it out In my mind there was no doubt We got this girl , we did it twice before Still I’m standing here , nervous though Everything changes Life rearrange things And when I here that little voice cry For the very first time Love put a move on me put a move on me Love put a move on me Ain’t that funny how things can change A little child can make change your plans Life is such a precious thing Praise God above Love got a move on me Love got a move on me Your love got a move on me And I’ll never, never break free You see I never felt like this before My hands shaking, and my voice is low I’m so happy everyone can see Look what you done to me Love got a move on me Love got a move on me Love put a move on me Got a strong hold on me All of my life All of my days Love got a hold on me Put a move on me Love put a move on me Love got a hold on me Love got a hold on me Put a move on me Love put a move on me Look what you done to me Love got a hold on me Love put a move on me Got a strong hold on me Love got a hold on me Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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How much I love you Words can never say How much I love you I love you more and more each day You can make the sunshine Take away all my pain You stop a baby from crying With the touch of your hand You can move mountains You do it all the time. I can’t help but love you I can’t help but love you I can’t help but love you You can be a sister, a mother, a friend and a wife In your womb you carry a treasure The precious gift of life I could write a thousand songs A Symphony, but still it won’t do I can’t help but love you I can’t help but love you I can’t help but love you I can’t help but love you I can’t help but love you I love your sweet perfume I can’t help but love you The way you walk into a room I can’t help but love you I love the cool in you I can’t help but love you All the things you do I can’t help it baby I can’t help but love you In the morning In the evening I love you, baby,baby Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bones Close to my heart So sweet to me Just wanna hold you All day long I can’t help but love you Said I love you… I can’t help but love you Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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A Letter 03:58
If I wrote you a letter If I wrote you a letter This is what I’d say Get on your knees Mr. Man Get on your knees and pray Pray for all the children Who have to clean this mess You left behind your garbage Evil Racist Pray for all the mothers Crying in their homes Another child shot down Another man done gone If I wrote you a letter If I wrote you a letter This is what I’d say Get on your knees Mr. Man Get on your knees and pray If I had one message For the whole wide world Learn to love your neighbor Like you love yourself Pray for God’s Kingdom Let your Kingdom come Let your will good Lord Let your will be done If I wrote you a letter If I wrote you a letter This is what I’d say Get on your knees Brother Man Get on your knees and pray If I was a preacher This is what I’d preach Woe to all you shepherds Who do not feed the sheep If I wrote you a letter If I wrote you a letter This is what I’d say Get on your knees Mr. Man Get on your knees and pray Get on your knees and pray Get on your knees and pray Pray for all the mothers Pray for all the children Pray for all the homeless people Get on your knees and pray Mmhh, Lord have mercy Lyrics by Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Mike Titre
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Testimony 03:00
If I could make one Testimony I tell about the love You give to me Baby , Baby I’ll testify, I’ll testify How you healed me Baby Love came around and blessed my soul I was a lonely man Trying to find my way I was a soldier in a foreign land I was a drifter, a long way from my home Love came around and blessed my soul You showed me how good A woman can be baby You show me things I ain’t never, never seen You open my eyes to a whole new world That’s why I love you like I do Love came around and blessed my soul If I could make one Testimony I tell about the love You give to me Baby I’ll testify, I’ll testify How you healed me Baby Love came around and blessed my soul If I could make one Testimony I tell about the love You give to me Baby , Baby I’ll testify, I’ll testify How you healed me Baby Love came around and blessed my soul Love, love came around and blessed my soul Love came around and blessed my soul Lyrics Wilson Blount Composition Wilson Blount / Glen Scott
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