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
|
||||
2. |
The City Streets
04:32
|
|||
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
|
||||
3. |
Hard Times blues
04:57
|
|||
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
|
||||
4. |
Poor Black Children
03:47
|
|||
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
|
||||
5. |
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
|
||||
6. |
He Cares For Me
04:21
|
|||
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
|
||||
7. |
Dearly Beloved
05:56
|
|||
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
|
||||
8. |
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
|
||||
9. |
||||
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
|
||||
10. |
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
|
||||
11. |
Maybe It's Time
03:33
|
|||
12. |
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
|
||||
13. |
He Cares For Me (Remix)
03:53
|
Continental Record Services Netherlands
Continental Record Services represents (mostly North American) Americana and Blues artists in Europe. We handle distribution, PR and occasionally book tours for our artists.
Contact Continental Record Services
Streaming and Download help
If you like Hard Time Blues, you may also like: