Johnny Shines
Too Wet To Plow
1977
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Sunday, April 15, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
Winding Mind
Winding Mind Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in E Blues.
Well it was early one morning
I was on my way to school
Well early one morning
I was on my way to school
Well I met a little girl named Mary
She made me break my teacher's rule
Sometime I wonder, I wonder
Why don't you write to me?
Mmmm sometime I wonder
Little girl, why don't you write to me?
If I been a bad boy
Well I did not intend to be
Well goodbye, baby, goodbye
Sure hate to leave you behind
Mmmm goodbye, baby
Sure hate to leave you behind
Since I had, you haven't had nothing but trouble
And a winding mind
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by Johnny Shines
in E Blues.
Well it was early one morning
I was on my way to school
Well early one morning
I was on my way to school
Well I met a little girl named Mary
She made me break my teacher's rule
Sometime I wonder, I wonder
Why don't you write to me?
Mmmm sometime I wonder
Little girl, why don't you write to me?
If I been a bad boy
Well I did not intend to be
Well goodbye, baby, goodbye
Sure hate to leave you behind
Mmmm goodbye, baby
Sure hate to leave you behind
Since I had, you haven't had nothing but trouble
And a winding mind
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Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Red Sun
Red Sun Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
vocals by Louisiana Red
in A Blues.
I been locked up so long
I don't remember my mama's face
I been locked up so long
I don't remember my mama's face
I'm gonna tell all you people
And part of the human race
I wish that big, big sun
Melt these prison walls all down
I wish that big, big sun
Melt these prison walls down
I give the rest of my life
For one good drunken town
I get so weary
Living from day to day
My heart gets so weary
From living from day to day
In here the work ain't so hard
You just don't get no pay
I wish that big, big sun
Would melt these prison walls aside
I wish that big, big sun
Would melt these prison walls aside
And then I could drift on away
And I would not have to hide
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by Johnny Shines
vocals by Louisiana Red
in A Blues.
I been locked up so long
I don't remember my mama's face
I been locked up so long
I don't remember my mama's face
I'm gonna tell all you people
And part of the human race
I wish that big, big sun
Melt these prison walls all down
I wish that big, big sun
Melt these prison walls down
I give the rest of my life
For one good drunken town
I get so weary
Living from day to day
My heart gets so weary
From living from day to day
In here the work ain't so hard
You just don't get no pay
I wish that big, big sun
Would melt these prison walls aside
I wish that big, big sun
Would melt these prison walls aside
And then I could drift on away
And I would not have to hide
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Friday, April 6, 2018
Moanin' The Blues
Moanin' The Blues Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in E Blues.
Mmmm
Mmmm
Well every now and then I wonder
Why you treat me the way you do
Well the blues came in this morning
When my baby walked out that door
Well the blues came in this morning
When my baby walked out that door
Well that's when it run across my mind
Well, lord she wouldn't be back here no more
Mmmm some people keep telling me
That the worried blues ain't bad
Mhmm some people keep telling me
That the worried blue ain't bad
But they must have not have been them
Whoa, low down blues I had
Mhmm, Mhmm
Mmmm, Mmmm
Well you know I love you, little girl
Well that's why you treat me the way you do
Well
Lord, my blues came falling down
Well I saw, see you this morning
Woo, my blues came falling down
Well I was locked up in jail
Lord, and I was prison bound
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by Johnny Shines
in E Blues.
Mmmm
Mmmm
Well every now and then I wonder
Why you treat me the way you do
Well the blues came in this morning
When my baby walked out that door
Well the blues came in this morning
When my baby walked out that door
Well that's when it run across my mind
Well, lord she wouldn't be back here no more
Mmmm some people keep telling me
That the worried blues ain't bad
Mhmm some people keep telling me
That the worried blue ain't bad
But they must have not have been them
Whoa, low down blues I had
Mhmm, Mhmm
Mmmm, Mmmm
Well you know I love you, little girl
Well that's why you treat me the way you do
Well
Lord, my blues came falling down
Well I saw, see you this morning
Woo, my blues came falling down
Well I was locked up in jail
Lord, and I was prison bound
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Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Hot Tomale
Hot Tomale Lyrics
by Robert Johnson
performed by Johnny Shines
in C Blues.
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
It's one for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
Red tomato, red ripe
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
One for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Red tomato, red ripe
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
I got a gal
She's six feet tall
Her head's in the kitchen
And her feet's in the hall
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
One for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Hot tomato, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
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by Robert Johnson
performed by Johnny Shines
in C Blues.
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
It's one for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
Red tomato, red ripe
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
One for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Red tomato, red ripe
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
I got a gal
She's six feet tall
Her head's in the kitchen
And her feet's in the hall
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
One for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Hot tomato, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale
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Friday, March 30, 2018
Too Wet To Plow
Too Wet To Plow Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in C Blues.
Well I was standing here at my window
And I was looking out at the rain
Well I was standing at my window
People, looking out at the rain
Well, deep down in my heart
There was nothing but aching pain
Well it seemed like a million years
Since I sit down and wrote to you
Well it seemed like a million years
Woo, since I sit down and wrote to you
Well every now and then I wonder
Why I love you the way I do
Sometimes, sometime I think, babe
You don't love me anyhow
Woo, sometime I think, baby
You don't love me anyhow
Well, but it's too late, too late now, darling
Well is he too wet to plow
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by Johnny Shines
in C Blues.
Well I was standing here at my window
And I was looking out at the rain
Well I was standing at my window
People, looking out at the rain
Well, deep down in my heart
There was nothing but aching pain
Well it seemed like a million years
Since I sit down and wrote to you
Well it seemed like a million years
Woo, since I sit down and wrote to you
Well every now and then I wonder
Why I love you the way I do
Sometimes, sometime I think, babe
You don't love me anyhow
Woo, sometime I think, baby
You don't love me anyhow
Well, but it's too late, too late now, darling
Well is he too wet to plow
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Tuesday, March 27, 2018
You Better Turn Around
You Better Turn Around Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in F Blues.
If you don't, whoa, feel the spirit
You'd better turn around
If you don't feel the spirit
You'd better turn around
Well you, you'd better turn around
Go right back, go right back to your praying ground
If you don't, hooo, feel the spirit
You'd better turn around
Mmmm
Why you can yell, whoa, my god calling
You'd better turn around
Why you can yell, my god calling
You'd better turn around
Well you, you'd better turn around
Go right back, go right back to your praying ground
Why you can yell, hooo, my god calling
You'd better turn around
Why you can yell, whoa, mother's prayer
Son, you better turn around
Why you can yell, mother's prayer
You'd better turn around
Well you, had better turn around
Go right back, right back to your praying ground
Why you can yell, hooo, mother's prayer
Child, you'd better turn around
Mmmm
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by Johnny Shines
in F Blues.
If you don't, whoa, feel the spirit
You'd better turn around
If you don't feel the spirit
You'd better turn around
Well you, you'd better turn around
Go right back, go right back to your praying ground
If you don't, hooo, feel the spirit
You'd better turn around
Mmmm
Why you can yell, whoa, my god calling
You'd better turn around
Why you can yell, my god calling
You'd better turn around
Well you, you'd better turn around
Go right back, go right back to your praying ground
Why you can yell, hooo, my god calling
You'd better turn around
Why you can yell, whoa, mother's prayer
Son, you better turn around
Why you can yell, mother's prayer
You'd better turn around
Well you, had better turn around
Go right back, right back to your praying ground
Why you can yell, hooo, mother's prayer
Child, you'd better turn around
Mmmm
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