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Montserrat
04:05
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There's a sun drenched island
That's perfect for me
It's hidden away in the Caribbean Sea
Ya'll leave at two and you'll be there by three
Sippin' old Jamaica ginger beer with me
Come on, you said you want to know where I'm at
Look out baby
Honey I'm in Montserrat
A drivers licence is easy
All you needs a fifty
Friday night we cruise the streets
Because the fry ups are free
Everybody is cool
Man you won't meet no affront
Immigrations only policy is strictly no cunts
So come on, you said you want to know where I'm at
Look out baby
Honey I'm in Montserrat
Wake up in the mornin'
At a quarter to ten
You sit by the pool
Feed the iguanas again
One o'clock we be eating dirty rice at Tinas
Drinking home made ginger beer
Over the best view you've seen
Come on, you said you want to know where I'm at
Look out baby
Honey I'm in Montserrat
It's late in the evenin'
And the music is loud
They be slappin' dominos
While the rains comin down
I can only be talkin'
'Bout the one place to be
They're drinking spicy rum and eating chicken at Vs
So come on, you said you want to know where I'm at
Look out baby
Honey I'm in Montserrat
Look out baby
Honey I'm in Montserrat
Look out now honey child
Honey I'm in Montserrat
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2. |
Don't Say Goodbye
03:29
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Yes I'm leavin'
Yes I'm leavin'
Oh I got to go
Ain't never felt this low
Realised I been here too long
Just found out
You've been doing me wrong
Don't say goodbye
Yes I'm walkin'
Yes I'm walkin'
Say goodbye to my home
And go out on my own
I could lay down and die
I can't believe
You told me all those lies
Don't say goodbye
Yes I'm gone
Yes I'm gone
Back out on the prowl
Don't need you anyhow
You're down and out
You say it ain't fair
Tell you the truth
I don't really care
Don't say goodbye
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3. |
Ain't No Cross
03:38
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I might be a killer
I might be a killer
Might sneak in your house about three
Kill you and your whole family
I might be a killer
I might be a killer
But at least
I'm not
A priest
I might be a dope head
I might be a dope head
Might be on the corner of eighth and fifth
Sell bad crack to all your kids
I might be a dope head
I might be a dope head
But at least
I'm not
A priest
Might hold you at gunpoint
Might feed on your fear
Might tie you up
And drink your tears
But I ain't that bad
You're gonna concur
There ain't no cross around my shoulders
I ain't on no register
I might be a banker
I might be a banker
Might take your money cash and all
And piss it up against the wall
I might be a banker
I might be a banker
But at least
I'm not
A priest
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4. |
I Been Had
03:37
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South Trinidad
Need my fill
Need a bush doctor to cure my ill
They say he live
Up on top of a hill
Ya'll bring a bag and a hundred dollar bill
Knew there was something wrong
When I heard that old siren come
Oh I gotta feeling
That I been had
In a bar
Get a nod and a wink
She said
Come back to mine for a couple little drinks
Sippin' slow I begin to unwind and
Then I start to feel a swimming in my mind
Knew there was something wrong
Woke up half dead with my wallet gone
Oh I gotta feeling
That I been had
Seven Mile Beach
Man I'm kickin' my heels
There's a show 'cross town but
I got no wheels
Up pulls a car
Voice say get on in
Man I'll get you there quick
'Cause it's startin' to begin
Knew there was something wrong
He pulled out a .38
He said I kill for fun
Oh I gotta feeling
That I
That I
That I been had
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My woman don't look good
My woman don't smile
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no style
She can't cook
She can't clean
But she got more money
Than I ever seen
Ain't it sad you gotta
Take the good with the bad
My boss no good
Give me no break
Takin' this job
Sure was a mistake
He done told me
He ain't no friend of mine
One thing I know
His daughter looks fine
Ain't it sad you gotta
Take the good with the bad
Wanna sell my house
I know I should
Most beat up place
In the neighbourhood
Can't see out the windows
And there's holes in the floor
But a big legged woman
Live right next door
Ain't it sad you gotta
Sure sad you gotta
Ain't it sad you gotta
Sure sad you gotta
Ain't it sad you gotta
Take the good with the bad
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6. |
It's Raining
05:16
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No need to please you
You mean nothing to me
You know I can't stand now on my
My own two feet
Well I don't care what you
You think or say
I know you'll realise
Realise someday
But I been here so long
That I think I'll move along
On my own
It's raining
On my back door said
It's raining
Won't stop no more
I think it's high time that I
I took my leave
Made up my mind now so just
Just let me be
And when I'm gone you know it
Sure will be fine
Find me a quiet place just to
Spend my time
You may treat me like a fool
But I know a thing or two
Yes I do
It's raining
On my back door said
It's raining
Won't stop no more
Crush my bones
Walk on my soul
Ain't got no place
No place to go
Every dog done has his day
Well yours was yesterday
So they say
It's raining
On my back door said
It's raining
Won't stop no more
It's raining
On my back door said
It's raining
Won't stop no more
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I wanna take you to a place I been
It's in Louisiana
It's called New Orleans
It's the city for me
It's the city for play
They got green to burn
And they burn all day lets
Sit by the 'Sippi
With some warm beignets
You walk the town under warm moonlight
Toussaint was right 'bout those southern nights
This ain't no place like you ever been
Take me back to New Orleans
They got music that you won't believe
Funk soul blues jazz man
Whatever you need
Ya'll hear the groove start jumpin' on Frenchmen Street
You hear the horn men blowin' at the Maple Leaf
How happy can one man be
And lord the women they're sweet delights
You have taste and you wanna bite
This ain't no place like you ever seen
Take me back to New Orleans
There's only one thing you're gon' believe
It's that you ain't gonna wanna leave
Get me there man I'm begging please
Take me back to New Orleans
Take me back to New Orleans
Take me back to New Orleans
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back to New Orleans
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back to New Orleans
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8. |
Murder Tonight
04:58
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The night was dark and lord the moon was low
And she was warm but the man that's driving's cold
But how was she to know
They found a motel of route 43
And booked a room and then the clerk gave them the key
Oh it's the last she'd be seen
Don't you fuss don't you fight
When he turn off the lights
You know it ain't right
Oh well there's murder tonight
He locked the and drew the curtains closed
He dimmed the lights and man he sure was breathing slow
Oh it's time for the show
He had her cornered and the knife was out
Her heart was beating and she tried to scream and shout
Oh but nothing came out
The man's on the run
And he wants some fun
He got that look in his eyes
Oh well there's murder tonight
He left her wrapped up on a bloody bed
He locked the door started the car and lit a cigarette
Oh he'll come for you next
When it's all said and done
He's as bad as they come
You know it ain't right
Well there's murder
Yeah when there's murder tonight
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9. |
Indianola
03:07
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10. |
Good Mawnin' Judge
03:15
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I gripped my hands round that cold .44
She gave me the money while them folks hit the floor
I heard the words drop your weapon to the ground
The gig was up and I was goin' down
Said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I'll meet ya at the county jail
Got sprayed for lice stuck in orange threads
Got thrown in a cell done had my hearing set
Walked in that courtroom I knew I was nailed
The judge he fixed me with a glare he said two million for bail
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I'll meet ya at the county jail
All in the papers all in the news
That judge been caught with taxes due
Got women all over yes he like to pay
Say he believes I guess it's time to pray
And when they cuffed him he was white as snow
His wife had left him she took all the dough
Life can be cruel life can be great
'Cause now he's standing at my bars they say you've gotsa cell mate
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I'll meet ya at the county jail
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I said good mornin' judge
I'll meet ya at the county jail
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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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