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  1. Mighty Man

  2. Planet Earth

  3. Sold Down River

  4. Long Way to Go

  5. Blues in the Rain

  6. What You Want

  7. WildRoot Jam

  8. School of Hard Knocks

  9. Not Afraid

  10. Square

  11. Sweet Louise

  12. Blues Grass

  13. What'd I Say

  14. Beale Street to the Bayou

 

Mighty Man

Whatcha doiní little sister, wasting time here in this bar
We could be out there foolin, let me take you for a ride in my car
The night is young and Iím restless, Iíll show you what a good man can do
I know what you need little sister, and that's a big shot of rhythm and blues

Itís time to begin, this is the night;
youíre gonna remember for the rest of your life.
Iím your mighty mighty man, Iím your mighty mighty mighty man

My engineís revved and runniní, Iíll take you where youíve never been
Stallions in the stall a kickiní, come on and let the big boy in.
I canít stop this heat and desire, burning down in my soul
You know Iím no mean mistreater; come on and let the good times roll.

Iím gonna make you feel like you've never felt before, Iíll love you one time,
you'll come back for more.
Iím your mighty mighty man, Iím your mighty mighty mighty man

Whatcha doiní little sister, wasting time here in this bar
We could be out there foolin, let me take you for a ride in my car
Now the night is young and Iím restless, Iíll show you what a good man can do
I know what you need little sister, and thatís a big shot of rhythm and blues
Iím gonna make you feel like you've never felt before, Iíll love you one night,
babe you'll come back for more.

Iím your mighty mighty man, Iím your mighty mighty man
Iím your mighty mighty mighty man, the whole world knows who I am
Iím your mighty mighty man, all the little girls understand
Iím your mighty mighty man, I'm your mighty, mighty, mighty
hot damn, understand, yes I am your mighty man.

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1991 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI




Planet Earth

Global warmingís real, potentially itís catastrophic
Negligence will kill, respect the earth and all upon it
Corporations greed, beware the suits all talkin' trash
Take more than they need, you money suckers kiss my ass

Mercy, mercy, mercy meÖ Whatís goin on; what can it be.
We tolerate venalityÖ While Mother Nature bleeds
Can I get a witness, brother, Stand up and shout it
Can I get a witness, sister, Aintí no gettingí around it
It is the place where we come from, third stone from the sun, planet earth

Seas are on the rise, winds of change before our eyes
We can turn the tide, let your conscience be your guide
Time has come today, heed the signs that show the way
Tree of liberty, not as green as it should be.

Politics and chemistry, guilty in the first degree
A lethal mix of tragedy, shapes our destiny
Can I get a witness, brother, Stand up and shout it
Can I get a witness, sister, Aintí no gettingí around it
It is the place where we come from, third stone from the sun, planet earth

Unite the human race, assume responsibility
Admit to our mistakes, lessons in humility
Upon this rock we stand, a beacon in the universe
A brotherhood of man, lifeís a blessing not a curse

All the nations must agree, apathy the enemy
Restoration is the key, listen to my plea

Can I get a witness, brother, Stand up and shout it
Can I get a witness, sister, Aintí no gettingí round it
It is the place where we come from, third stone from the sun, planet earth

I still believe for what itís worth, itís the place of our birth, planet earth

This planet earthÖ save the planet we can save the planet
The time has come to save this planet earth

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 08/12/2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI



Sold Down River


Sold down river, Mississippi
Work a man down to the bone
I canít believe, I canít believe
I canít believe, the good lord aintí brought me home

Words and Music: Stephen Dees, Victor Wainwright and Josh Roberts
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI, Victor Lawton Wainwright
Music/BMI




Long Way to Go

Moses was a holy man; led his people to the promise land
40 years of desert sand; pain and misery
Moses never lost his faith; though the hour was getting late
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go

See the soul of Abraham, in the eyes of a righteous man,
Godís children all take a hand, join in revelry
Hallelujah sound the call, a house divided will surely fall
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go

History of sorrows, gonna change tomorrow someday
You know we've got to change.
We will overcome if we let love guide the way.
Brother King was a preacher man; he drew the line, made a stand
Had a dream all men could live, in peace and brotherhood
Gave his life for what he believed; freedom, justice, equality
Down a long hard road; and we still have a long way to go

History of sorrows, gonna change tomorrow someday
I know you've got to change.
We will overcome if we let love guide the way, Oh we've got to change.

See the soul of Abraham, in the eyes of a righteous man,
Godís children all take a hand, join in revelry
Hallelujah sound the call, a house divided will surely fall
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go, yes we do.
Down a long hard road and we still have a long way to go

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 02/27/2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI




Blues in the Rain

A cold windís blowiní from the east
A cruel dark cloud seeking release
I can hear the thunder beacon me, yeah

Blue sky turn a dismal grey
A savage storm is on the way
Consumed by my own misery
Stranded in the belly of the beast
My salvation is just out of reach

In every mans life falls a little rain
Each tear that I shed, somehow eases the pain
Itís my cross to bear, there's no one else to blame
This sad broken man, will never be the same
Gonna hide my shame, cry my blues in the rain

Cool clean water cover me
Wash away the stain of suffering
Conceal my grief let no one see

Thereís a great empty hole in my heart
Ever since my life fell apart
Comfort me in your gentle shower
Renew my soul with your healing power
Give me hope in my darkest hour

In every mans life falls a little rain
Each tear that I shed, somehow eases the pain
Itís my cross to bear, no one else to blame
This sad broken man, will never be the same
Gonna hide my shame, cry my blues in the rain

Iíve been accused of walking around with my head in the clouds
[I must confess itís true]
Iíve been accused of being a little too proud
I feel so helpless, I wanna cry out loud!!!

Chorus outÖ

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI




What You Want

Now hush my mouth; Iím in way too deep
How you put me out, girl you make me weep
Itís such a shame with what weíve been through
I canít believe Iím losiní you.
I gave you my soul, my everything

I wish that I could be, what you want me to be
What you want me to be

Iím a troubled man, thatís what I am
But you always knew, said youíd understand.
Empty promises, in the dark
As the passion fades, now itís time to part
No second chance, what's left for me

I wish that I could be, what you want me to be
What you want me to be

So Iíll say goodbye
Accept my fate, wonít question why
Itís way too late
After all the times Iíve been burned
Youíd think Iíd work it out, will I ever learn?
Still Iíll hold on to what I believe

I wish that I could be, what you want me to be
What you want me to be
What you want me to be
What you want me to be

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI




Wildroot Jam

Dig the root, way down deep
Taste the fruit, sticky sweet
Put in the pan, wild root jam, JAM!!!

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI




School of Hard Knocks

Well your momma and your poppa, they think Iím so low
Now let me tell you sister, theyíll never know what I know
Iíve got two degrees in boogie and Phd in swing
Iím a master of rhythm, a rock and roll king
Iíve jammed with the best, from the east to the west
Youíve got to pay your dues, you can never rest
If you want to live the blues

BB and Muddy laid down the rules
Get your education, comin' from the school of hard knocks
Comin' from the school of hard knocks

You want your money in your pocket, not in the business mans
When itís time to ride the rocket, theyíll try to take you for all they can
Theyíve got two degrees in gouge you; a Phd in sting
Theyíre masters of deception; theyíll try to take everything
Iíve been coach on a train, first class in a plane
Iíve been up, Iíve been down, but some things never change
My music heals my pain

BB and Muddy laid down the rules
Get your education, comin' from the school of hard knocks
Comin' from the school of hard knocks

Fellow students, class is in...

BB and Muddy laid down the rules
Get your education, comin' from the school of hard knocks
Comin' from the school of hard knocks

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Pat Travers
Copyright © Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Pat Henry Travers Music/BMI



Not Afraid

Iíve been wakin' early
Watch the sun rise everyday
Without you in my arms, itís not the same
No happy ever after, story has been told
Itís time to move along on my own

Oh, I love you and oh I miss you and
Oh Iím not afraid
So Iíll let you go, Iíll miss you
But no, Iím not afraid

Hello Mr. Bluebird, sing a song for me today
Could I hear your simple melody
Please send my girl a message
Take it on your wings, whisper in her ear tenderly

Oh, I love you and oh I miss you and
Oh Iím not afraid
So, Iíll let you go, Iíll miss you
But no, Iím not afraid

Oh, I love you and oh I miss you and
Oh Iím not afraid
So, Iíll let you go, Iíll miss you
But no, Iím not afraid

Words and Music: Victor Wainwright, Amir Tal, Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2009 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/Stephen Leslie Dees
Music/BMI



Square

A circle is a shape that goes round and round
Never seems to get any place
A triangle points north east and west
That leaves the south out in outer space
The pentagon has five straight sides
but itís those interior angles I canít abide
A square is even within and without
And even is what Iím talkiní about

Yeah, people come in many different sizes and shapes
Beneath the skin, we are all the same

Wouldnít it be nice, I think itís only fair
Wouldnít it be good, everything square

Throughout history once or twice upon a time
Kingdoms have flourished and some have declined
Dictators, monarchs, tyrants, presidents
All kinds of societies have come and went
Can you imagine a world without rules
Where everything is equal, everybodyís cool
Live and let live give back what you take
Even for even, everythingís jake

Yeah, people come in many different sizes and shapes
But beneath the skin, we are all the same

Wouldnít it be nice, I think itís only fair
Wouldnít it be good, everything square|

You know that, people come in many different sizes and shapes
But beneath the skin, we are all the same

Wouldnít it be nice, I think itís only fair
Wouldnít it be good, everything square
Wouldnít it be nice, I think itís only fair
Wouldnít it be good, everything square, everything's square,
Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't that be nice
That would be so nice.

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2001 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI



Sweet Louise

You say that youíre not at home
Leave your number at the tone
Sure is good to hear your voice again, on the telephone
The sun donít shine quite as bright these days
Without your helping hand to guide my way
I remember good times, such memories
Do you ever think about me.

Iíve been lonely too longÖ

Come on home, sweet Louise
The peaches are falliní from the trees
There ainít nothing shaking but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise.

Our pictures up on the wall
Ole Savannah, no cares at all
Ainít been the same since youíve been gone, itís all wrong
If I could turn back the hands of time,
When you were twelve and I was nine
Youíd never leave your little brother behind, anytime; rain or shine
Youíve been gone far too long

Come on home, sweet Louise
The peaches are falliní from the trees
There ainít nothing shaking but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise.
Iíve been lonely too longÖ

So wonít you, Come on home, sweet Louise
The peaches are falliní from the trees
There ainít nothing shaking but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise

Come on home, sweet Louise
The peaches are falliní from the trees
There ainít nothing shaking but the leaves on the breeze
Come on home sweet Louise,
Come on home sweet Louise

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright
Music/BMI




Blues Grass

[ok now.. gonna get me some blues grass]

Coin hard to come by, in this economy
Coin hard to come by, in this economy
But when I strike up that blues grass
Itís alright by me

Iíve got no use for bad news, hard times leave me alone
Ainít no news but bad news, everythingís all wrong
But when I strike up that blues grass, take me down home
(take me down home fellows, come on)
(now pass it along)

Things ainít lookin good, I canít pay my rent
I put my faith in God, not government
Coin hard to come by, in this economy
But when I strike up my blues grass, itís alright by me
Yes when I strike up my blues grass
Iím as happy as I can be.

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright
Music/BMI



What'd I Say

Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong, Come and love your daddy all night long
All right, hey hey, all right, hey, hey, hey, that's what I say
See the girl with the diamond ring, She knows how to shake that thing
All right, hey hey, all right, hey, hey, hey, that's what I say
Tell your mama, tell your pa, I'm gonna send you back to Arkansas
If you don't do right, hey if you don't do right, hey, hey, if you don't do right

When you see me in misery, Come on baby, see about me
Alright, hey, hey, baby it's alright; hey, hey, hey, tell me what'd I say
See the girl with the red dress on, She can Birdland all night long, alright, tell me what'd I say
tell me what'd I say, hey, hey, hey, tell me what'd I say
Tell me what'd I say, Tell me what'd I say,
Hey, tell me what'd I say, oh baby, what'd I say
Tell me what'd I say, hey hey hey, tell me what'd I
Oh, I wanna know, Tell me I wanna know
Ah And-a I wanna know, Babe
I wanna know, I wanna know, how, how, how
Yeah I wanna know

Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey
One more time (just one more time)
One more time (just one more time)
Do it one more time (just one more time)
Just one more time (just one more time)
Say it one more time, hey hey hey, (just one more time) Baby just one more time

Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good yeah (make me feel so good)
Hey, make me feel so good (make me feel so good) Make me feel so good.

Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Baby it's all right (baby it's all right)
Hey, baby it's all right (baby it's all right) Hey hey, baby what'd I say|

Baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Come on shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Get down baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Come on let me see you shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Whoa, baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing) Oh baby baby shake that thing.

Ah, that'd what'd I say.

Words and Music: Ray Charles
Copyright © Ray Charles Unichappell Music Inc/BMI




Beale Street to the Bayou

Up on Beale St jamminí the blues, shakiní the house, workiní the groove
When I got a call from this dude down in New Orleans.
Said we dig your sound pianaí man, Wicked smooth, sleight of hand
Come on down and join our jamboree.

Head due south on 61, bring your band, letís have some fun
Guaranteed the deal is done. Hey now, hey now.
Trip on down to the Bayou boy, shake a feather, make some noise
In Dixieland thatís where you wanna be

Take your time a day or two, let us know what you wanna do
lively up our Cajun stew, Go man go, roll man roll

From Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou. Come
on down donít you wanna go? Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou, Beale
street to the bayou. Come on down donít you wanna go?

Call the roots, strike up the band; Come on boys, lend a hand
Say youíll play this one night stand with me
Hit the road, ball the jack; Sunday morning we wonít look back
Pack your bags, get on board and see
Shag on down to the Jackson Square; Let the music take you there
Donít pay no bread, I donít care, hey now hey now
Cool Cat Daddy, get the Gunn; Six String Willyís on the run
In the house of the mighty risen sun

Cruisiní in my easy chair; Behind the wheel of my Belair
King of the road, on the air, go man go, roll man roll

From Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou. Hey Cat
Daddy donít you wanna go? Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou, Beale
street to the bayou. Come on boys donít you wanna go?

It's time for us to get back on the blacktop boys
Come on in fellas, get on board and don't look back
We gotta to hit the road jack.

Cruisiní in my easy chair; Behind the wheel of my Belair
King of the road, on the air, go man go, roll man roll [Let's Go!]

From Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou. Come
on down donít you wanna go?
Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou, Beale street to the bayou. Come on
down donít you wanna go?

Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI
 
   
   
 

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