1. |
Mississippi Bound
03:02
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I'm getting up tomorrow
I'm gonna pack my bags
'Cause living here with you
Has got to be a drag
I'm pining for the Delta
The cities bring me down
Well you won't see me in the morning, yes
I'm Mississippi Bound
I'll leave a letter on your pillow
So I can tell you I tried
But keeping all your people happy
Was taking all my time
You know my solitude is calling
It's run me to the ground
Well I can hear the river rolling, yes
I'm Mississippi Bound
I'm gonna buy a little cabin
I'll set it back in the woods
'Cause seeing all your faces
Is doing me no good
Well if you gotta look me up
I'm in the lost and found
I got my suitcase in my pocket, yes
I'm Mississippi Bound
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2. |
I Don't Roll
04:10
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I don't roll
I don't roll no more x 3
You put fire in my lungs
You put cherries on my tongue
But it's alright
Put a burn in my heart
And you know it's a start when that firelights
I went up, I went down
You played your part
So I went down to the corner but
I ain't gonna call her no more
I don't roll
I don't roll no more x 3
No more dry in the eye
No more pass it left and right
With anyone
But you got a new blend
Said I'll taste it again
I ain't lying none
I went up, I went down
It was a start
So I went down to the corner but
I ain't gonna call her no more
I don't roll
I don't roll no more x 3
I went up, I went down
It was a start
So I went down to the corner but
I ain't gonna call her no more
I don't roll
I don't roll no more x 3
I don't roll
I don't roll
I don't roll no more x3
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3. |
Get Up
03:18
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I get up in the morning
About a quarter past ten x2
Get me a glass of water
Go back to bed again
About two or three
I fix me something to eat x2
I start to lay back down
I hear you calling me
Don't want you takin' my time
Go lots of nothing to do x2
So why don't ya swing on by
You can do nothing too
I get up in the morning
About a quarter past ten x2
Get me a glass of water, oh yes
Go back to bed again
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4. |
Talkin' Shit Again
03:21
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Get a doctor
s'What she screamed
Been having crazy dreams
I don't feel right
s'What she said, I just
Can't get up out of bed
Then your friend says come on
You up, you're out and you're gone
You say that you're only friends
But I know you're talkin' shit again
Man on TV
Says he'll be
Best leader we ever seen
Real fake smile
Real fake teeth, well
He looks just like a rapist to me
Says tick his name at the booth
He says he's telling the truth
But he's just breaking my zen
Because I know he's talkin' shit again
Burning candles
SIlken lace, well she just
Don't know the meaning of chaste
Gentle whispers
Gentle threats, well she says
You ain't seen nothin' yet
And then the time ticks away
You put away the champagne
Curled up in bed before ten
Now I know you're talkin' shit again
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5. |
Kiss on my Blues
02:34
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Put down your purse
Take your shoes off first
Don't be afraid
Ya heard what I say
Well you know what to do
Come here and kiss on my blues
One more night cap
Loosen your shoulder strap
Ah let me pull the shades
I'll help ya misbehave
Well you know what to do
Come here and kiss on my blues
Watch you roll those hips
Let your backbone dip
The night has just begun
N' I wanna see the sun
Well you know what to do
Come here and kiss on my blues
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6. |
Sex Drugs & Cigarettes
04:04
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Sex drugs and cigarettes
That's where all of her money went
I don't know you
I ain't heard of you yet
But I think we might be friends can I get your address
She live around the corner
I don't know what street
In a funky green shack
With a little palm tree
'n' I see her riding round
With smoke round her head
B.B. King on the rig
And her foot gone to lead
She getting
Sex drugs and cigarettes
That's where all of her money went
I don't know you
I ain't heard of you yet
But I think we might be friends can I get your address
I never get her name
But I bet ya it's fine
When I see her round town
She's smiling every time
I know she holds up banks
Smokes her reefer discreet
But I don't think they can arrest her
'Cause she's too damn sweet
She needin'
Sex drugs and cigarettes
That's where all of her money went
I don't know you
I ain't heard of you yet
But I think we might be friends can I get your address
She gotta lotta bad habits
But that's what I like
You don't see her much at day time, man
She's built for the night
I love to stare at her ceiling
Tangled up in her sheets
Love the way my prick feels
Up against her gold teeth
She wantin'
Sex drugs and cigarettes
That's where all of her money went
I don't know you
I ain't heard of you yet
But I think we might be friends can I get your address x2
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7. |
Wheelin'
03:28
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It's 2 AM we're talking on the phone
She's talking 'bout how she don't wanna be alone
She's talkin' sweet and when she's on she's a natch
And so I'm
I'm out the door
I got a ride to catch
I got to go
I got to go
I'm wheelin
I got to wheel it one time
I'm wheelin'
I got to wheel it one time
I'm easing back in the afternoon
My baby's holding and she said she's gonna be here soon
Defence is down and I need an attack
My ears are peeled for her knuckle wrap
I got to go
I got to go
I'm wheelin
I got to wheel it one time
I'm wheelin'
I got to wheel it one time
The sun is sinking and my baby's gone
Told her to leave 'cause she wanna try and lead me on
But here I am couple glasses in hand, and I hear
Steps on the patch I got another plan
I got to go
I got to go
I'm wheelin
I got to wheel it one time
I'm wheelin'
I got to wheel it one time x2
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8. |
Taste Your Lips
05:02
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You couldn't take no more
You walked out that door
I was old news
You left a pack of cigarettes
Your polka dot dress
And 'em red shoes
I heard the suitcase go
Your high heels echo
I heard the car start
So I stared at my hands
But they didn't have a plan
To fix a poor heart
There's a rainbow round my ashtray
There's papers all around the floor
There's a fog in the back of my mind
There ain't no
Lock on the door
It feels like I'm slipping under
Said I can't really see a point
When I can
Still taste your lips
On the end of that joint
No more laying in my bed
Leaving things unsaid
Around midnight
How do I fool myself
Now your books ain't on the shelf
That it's alright
There's a rainbow round my ashtray
There's papers all around the floor
There's a fog in the back of my mind
There ain't no
Lock on the door
It feels like I'm slipping under
Said I can't really see a point
When I can
Still taste your lips
On the end of that joint
I'm seeing knives in my dreams
Being wielded by your fiends
I'm thinking crazy things
It's hard to know where to go
When I still don't even know
Where the hell you been
There's a rainbow round my ashtray
There's papers all around the floor
There's a fog in the back of my mind
There ain't no
Lock on the door
It feels like I'm slipping under
Said I can't really see a point
When I can
Still taste your lips
On the end of that joint
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9. |
100 Dollar Bills
02:47
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Short fat fatty
She got a house with no bills
But she don't do nothin'
Chase her sisters will
She got a house on the corner
She ain't paying a bill
She don't do nothin'
But eat them white pills
Just wanna get her fill
Of 100 dollar bills
Slick prick Ricky
He went to Harvard you know
Ah he's a real up and come-r
His money lets you know
He wear a real fine suit
He slick his hair way back
He's getting big six figures
It's a soul he lacks
Just wanna get his fill
Of 100 dollar bills
Slimeball Barry
He's making movies I hear
He's squeezing all the honeys
He likes to rule with fear
Oh he's lickin' his lips
That Oscar won't be long
But with those wandering hands
Shit he'll soon be gone
Just wanna get his fill
Of 100 dollar bills
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10. |
Tomorrow Night
03:55
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It's just gone seven and the sun's still up
Hunched at the bar yeah while I nurse my cup
In she walks with that skirt hiked high, she said it's
Five to kneel
It's ten to ride
Well alright
Maybe tomorrow night
Sat at the table playing cards for fun
Man I forgot how many hands I won
My pockets holding as much cash as they can
They turn and say
How 'bout another hand
Well alright
Maybe tomorrow night
A screech 'o' tires and I'm out the door
A friends pulled in but I don't know what for
He's covered head to toe in blood and twigs, and he says
Can you help
I got a hole to dig
Well alright
Maybe tomorrow night
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11. |
Down the Road
03:31
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Down the road I go
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12. |
Slow Down
03:29
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Reclining low in the summer sun
Boats passing by here come another one
With some brunettes, some blondes, some friends
Hanging in the heat
See what I see
Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again
But look at her on the left she must be eight out of ten
So slow down
Baby slow down
We're four weeks in things are going well
There ain't no sign of the impending hell
Then she's knocking upon my door
Said she's got an idea
I got familiar fear
Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again
But with her hand on her hip, she said it's time to move in
So slow down
Baby slow down
Living together well it halves the rent
And after all it isn't permanent
Then she's holdng me awful close
Said she's something to share
Don't her left finger look bare
Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again
She's wantin' two carot gold
Ain't got a pot to piss in
So slow down
Baby slow down
Ring on her finger, a white picket fence
Begin to wonder have I lost my sense
Then she's giving me all those looks I don't wanna see
She's wantin' mini-me's
Well I know that I said I wouldn't do it again
She said she want two or three
I'm seeing one big dead end
So slow down
Baby slow down
Slow down
Baby slow down
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13. |
Sweet 'n' Low
02:40
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You don't know what you're doin'
Making eyes all day
You don't know what you're doin'
Makin' all them plays
You don't know what you're doin'
When you slide my way
'Cause you know I can't let go
When it's sweet and it's low
All the things you're saying
Well they drip with ease
All the things you're saying
Move me by degrees
All the things you're saying
They got an easy tease
But you know I can't let go
When it's sweet and it's low
And at the ending of the evening
You send your sweet invite
An at the ending of the evening
Ya lean in for a light
At the ending of the evening
Ya get to feeling right
Oh you know I can't let go
When it's sweet and it's low
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14. |
No Friend of Mine
02:18
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You might have a four-story home
You might have pockets deep as ancient Rome
Might drink only the finest of wine
But you ain't no friend of mine
Might get me steak each and every night
Might let me wear whatever clothes I like
Might let me sleep in, all 'o' the time
But you ain't no friend of mine
Ya jealous games
Ya empty claims
Ya know I'd never buy
You wanna turn it up
I think we heard enough
Sell someone else your lies
Just when you think it might be cool
Pulled out your pot you got some stirring to do
Don't look for me you just remember this line
You ain't no friend of mine
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15. |
Dead Pig
03:34
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So he's, stood at that mirror with that uniform crisp
And he, forgot his meds there goes his stiff upper lip
He gonna say what, he wants
It doesn't matter
Oh doesn't matter
Got out his guns his ammunitions entwined
He's wrapped his wrag in his hand
Oh man that barrel could blind
And he just needs, someone
Chewin' on him
Oh chewin' on him
And don't it make ya think yeah
There ain't nothin' like a dead pig
Well he's, carving your casket out from klondike gold
He bought a big backyard, bought a shovel
For when the heads begin to roll
And he don't want, no-one
Fuckin' with him
Oh fuckin' with him
And don't it make ya think yeah
There ain't nothin' like a dead pig
Now he's, out on the street he's got some pretty tall tales
Well he'll, sort the shit from the sugar
Before the bullets start to hail
Gonna take who, he wants
Anybody
Oh anybody
And don't it make ya think yeah
There ain't nothin' like a dead pig
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Ivor S.K. Sydney, Australia
Hailing from Sydney Australia, Ivor Simpson-Kennedy is one of a new generation of exciting young blues talents to emerge from Down Under. Owning a dark, smoke filled voice and liquid smooth guitar stylings, he utilises these inherit skills to give his compositions a striking originality, paying homage to generations past while bringing a remarkably fresh approach to the table. ... more
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