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Life's a Song - Live Volume 1

by Delta Moon

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Jim Fullerton
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Jim Fullerton never heard this band before heard Hell Bound Train loved the song , listened to the rest of the album and all the songs are catchy if you love the blues you have to have this in your collection Favorite track: Black Coffee.
Danny
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Danny Found this band at the Kitchener Blues Festival Summer of 2012. From the first note I knew they were a band for me. Favorite track: Life's a Song.
bluesandstuff
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bluesandstuff They have put out some great albums across the years. The early stuff is at least as good. Favorite track: Stuck in Carolina.
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HELL BOUND TRAIN By Tom Gray, Gray Matter Publishing (BMI) My daddy told me when I was just a kid, Son, do like I tell you, don't do like I did. I know you'll never listen but I'll give it to you straight. You'll never know what hit you till it's way too late. I know it calls to you so sweetly, But, oh, it'll mess you up completely. Cry if you want to but you'll cry in vain. You'll never get to heaven on a hell bound train. Never get to heaven on a hell bound train. I met a girl in Memphis. We were both just twenty-one. We hit the road together, looking for some fun. Aces in Atlanta won me a forty-four. I got drunk in Florida and tried to rob a liquor store. I know it calls to you so sweetly, But, oh, it'll mess you up completely. Cry if you want to but you'll cry in vain. You'll never get to heaven on a hell bound train. Never get to heaven on a hell bound train. When they finally let me out of FSP She was living in Ocala with a son I'd never seen. We sat a while and didn't speak and then I told him, son, You do like I tell you, don't do like I done. I know it calls to you so sweetly, But, oh, it'll mess you up completely. Cry if you want to but you'll cry in vain. You'll never get to heaven on a hell bound train. Never get to heaven on a hell bound train. No, you'll never to heaven on a hell bound train.
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BLACK CAT OIL By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson ©2012 Single Coil Music (BMI) I saw an ad in a magazine It said, why not live like a king Ain’t no need for you to work and toil All you need’s a bottle of Black Cat Oil Black Cat Oil Money in your pocket Black Cat Oil Women in your arms All you need’s a bottle of Black Cat Oil I sent my money and in two weeks time I got a bottle ‘bout the size of a dime I put a dab behind my ear Set out to see what could happen here Black Cat Oil Money in your pocket Black Cat Oil Women in your arms All you need’s a bottle of Black Cat Oil I hurt the woman that I love best Lost all my money, now I’m under arrest But still I hate giving up on the stuff I must’ve not used enough Black Cat Oil Money in your pocket Black Cat Oil Women in your arms All you need’s a bottle of Black Cat Oil
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Lonely 03:58
LONELY By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson, Single Coil Music (BMI) Wake up the morning. Put your feet on the floor. Look beside you. No one's there no more. Walk outside. Hold your head up high. Every smile you smile just feels like a lie. Are you lonely, baby? Come on, tell me true. Are you lonely for me, baby, Like I'm lonely for you? I'll get dressed up tonight, go downtown, Get with some friends of mine and mess around, Hold onto something, a drink or a girl, 'Cause I feel like I'm falling off the edge of the world. Are you lonely, baby? Come on, tell me true. Are you lonely for me, baby, Like I'm lonely for you? Love'll bring you joy. It'll bring you pain. It's the source of life. You know it ain't no kid's game. You and me, we got something that's real. Trust your heart, baby. What do you feel? Are you lonely, baby? Come on, tell me true. Are you lonely for me, baby, Like I'm lonely for you? Are you lonely, baby? Come on, tell me true. Are you lonely for me, baby, Like I'm lonely for you? For you, baby. Are you lonely for me Like I'm lonely for you?
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Get Gone 03:49
GET GONE By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson, Single Coil Music (BMI) See that moonlight shining on the water. This river runs as deep as it runs cold. You keep dancing with the devil's daughter, You ain't gonna live to grow too old. Get gone. You better get gone. You been hanging round this old town too long. I feel it in my heart, That old trouble's gonna start If you don't move on. You better get gone. You don't want to seem too superstitious, But everywhere you look you see the signs, Spirit faces in the dirty dishes, Voices singing in the power lines. They say get gone. You better get gone. You been hanging round this old town too long. I feel it in my heart, That old trouble's gonna start If you don't move on. You better get gone. See that moonlight shining on the water. This river runs as deep as it runs cold. You keep dancing with the devil's daughter, You ain't gonna live to grow too old. Get gone. You better get gone. You been hanging round this old town too long. I feel it in my heart, That old trouble's gonna start If you don't move on. You better get gone. I feel it in my heart, That old trouble's gonna start If you don't move on. You better get gone. Get gone. You better get gone. Get gone.
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Black Coffee 05:58
BLACK COFFEE By Tom Gray, Mark Johnson, Franher Joseph and Marlon Patton ©2012 Single Coil Music, Marlon Patton Music (BMI) I left New York City heading south on 95 I left New York City heading south on 95 I was drinking black coffee, Lord, just to stay alive I was thinking ‘bout you all the way around DC town I was thinking ‘bout you all the way around DC town I was drinking black coffee, Lord, I was slugging it down When I hit Greenville it must have been four AM When I hit Greenville it must have been four AM Black coffee had me shaking like a leaf out on a limb Black coffee Knocked on your door in Atlanta as the sun was coming up Knocked on your door in Atlanta as the sun was coming up You said, “How ‘bout some coffee?” I said, “Yeah, but just one cup.” Black coffee Yeah, black coffee Black coffee Yeah, black coffee Black coffee, yeah
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YOU GOT TO MOVE By Fred McDowell, Bug Music (BMI) You got to move. You got to move. You got to move, child. You got to move. Oh, when the Lord gets ready You got to move. You may be high. You may be low. You may be rich, child. You may be poor. But when the Lord gets ready You got to move. You see that girl Who walks the street. You see that policeman Out on his beat. Oh, when the Lord gets ready You got to move. You got to move. You got to move. You got to move, child. You got to move. Oh, when the Lord gets ready You got to move.
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GOIN' DOWN SOUTH By R.L. Burnside, Bug Music OBO Tradition Music (BMI) I'm goin' with you babe Goin' with you babe Goin' with you babe I don't care where you go I'm goin' down south Goin' down south Goin' down south The chilly wind don't blow I'd rather be dead Rather be dead Rather be dead And six feet in the ground Some dark man Some dark man Some dark man Always hangin' around I'm goin' I'm goin' I'm goin' with you I don't care where you go I'm goin' down south Goin' down south Goin' down south The chilly wind don't blow
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I'M A WITNESS By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson, Single Coil Music (BMI) She buys her jackpot ticket, Puts it on a credit card. A pack of smokes, She just can't quit it. She wonders why life's so hard. Faces she never sees, Wheels behind the wheels, They look at her and you and me Like cattle in the field. Yes, I'm a witness. I've seen all I can stand. Yes, I'm a witness. Got to raise my hand. They say a man is just a man, But two is a company. And while they're giving with one hand They're taking away with three. A soldier dies when he is told, 'Cause that's what a soldier's for. But a man who buys all that he's sold, He ain't free no more. Yes, I'm a witness. I've seen all I can stand. Yes, I'm a witness. Got to raise my hand. If religion was a thing you could buy If religion was a thing you could buy, yeah If religion was a thing you could buy, well, well, The rich'd go to heaven, and let the rest all go to hell. Yes, I'm a witness. I've seen all I can stand. Yes, I'm a witness. Got to raise my hand.
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CLEAR BLUE FLAME By Tom Gray, Gray Matter Publishing (BMI) I been hanging with my Uncle Jack Down in Cabbagetown across the railroad track, I told him all about me and you, Said I love her, Jack, but what can I do? He said, I don't know about women. Don't know nothing 'bout love. One thing in the whole wide world You can be sure of. All whiskey ain't the same. Good moonshine Burns with a clear blue flame. I said, Jack, I know you and Miss Rae Been married forty years come Saturday. You know that's how I want to do. But it looks like now me and her are through. He said, I don't know about women. Don't know nothing 'bout love. One thing in the whole wide world You can be sure of. All whiskey ain't the same. Good moonshine Burns with a clear blue flame. I ain't saying that my heart's on fire. But I ain't calling Uncle Jack a liar. Something's burning now, and that's a fact. I'll tell you what color when I call you back. I don't know about women. Don't know nothing 'bout love. One thing in the whole wide world You can be sure of. All whiskey ain't the same. Good moonshine Burns with a clear blue flame.
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STUCK IN CAROLINA By Tom Gray, Mark Johnson and Franher Joseph, Single Coil Music (BMI) I'm stuck in Carolina Wondering how I'm gonna get back home. Stuck in Carolina. Lord, I'm broke and all alone. I've been trying to call my baby. She won't pick up the telephone. When I come up here Friday I had plenty money then. All the women loved me. Everybody was my friend. Aw, but once your pocket's empty They turn to strangers again. I'm stuck in Carolina now. Stuck in Carolina now. If I had a thousand dollars I'd bet it one time on the black. I'd take my winnings to the window, Pile the chips up in a stack. If I could just beat this Cherokee casino You know I'm never coming back. Stuck in Carolina now. Got to get myself together now.
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LIFE'S A SONG By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson, Single Coil Music (BMI) Hey, you, in the dusty Ford, Got your trunk tied down with a bungee cord, And the little spare on your back right. That's the second time you sat through this light. But on some sunset beach in your mind You're wild and running free In the sweet soul summertime. Life's a song, baby. Sing it one time for me. One time for me. Yeah, you, in the torn black dress, In the pouring rain, and your hair's a mess. Somebody's calling loud and clear, But you walk on like you don't hear. And on some sunset beach in your mind You're wild and running free In the sweet soul summertime. Life's a song, baby. Sing it one time for me. One time for me. Yeah, you, on the nineteenth floor, You can hold your calls. You can lock the door. But the wolves are snarling. They're closing in. And tonight you'll walk on CNN. But on some sunset beach in your mind You're wild and running free In the sweet soul summertime. Life's a song, baby. Shake it one time for me.
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Blind Spot 06:58
BLIND SPOT By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson, Single Coil Music (BMI) I went to see Madam Bella. I asked her how she could Tell what's in the future coming 'Cause I don't see it so good. She said what will be will be. It's coming, ready or not. You just see what you want to see, That's gonna leave ya With a big blind spot. I never had much trouble. Always been a lucky man. I never believed in the devil Until he took me by the hand And said, son, I been thinking 'bout you. You know you owe me a lot. I said I never took nothing from you. He said I live right here In your blind spot. Sometimes it feels like hoodoo, Sometimes just like a dream. Sometimes I get all turned around, And nothing seems like what it seems. But I -- I'm onto something now. I'll tell you what I got. Both eyes wide open now. I got to feel my way Through this blind spot.
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Lap Dog 03:46
LAP DOG By Tom Gray and Mark Johnson, Single Coil Music (BMI) Baby, if I'm gonna be your man, Baby, you got to take me as I am. I have tried. I've tried. I've tried. I won't be your Lap dog. Baby, if we're gonna do this thing, Baby, you got to give up playing games. I have tried. I've tried. I've tried. I won't be your Lap dog. Baby, I give all I got to you. But, baby, you got to give me something too. I have tried. I've tried. I've tried. I won't be your Lap dog.
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SHAKE YOUR HIPS By James Moore (aka Slim Harpo), Embassy Music Corporation (BMI) Let me tell you 'bout a dance That's going around Everybody doing it From the grownups down You don't move your hands Don't move your lips Don't move your head, child Just shake your hips Do the hip shake, baby Do the hip shake, baby Shake your hips, baby Shake your hips, baby Ain't that easy? Ain't that easy? If you don't know Don't be afraid Just listen to me, child Do what I say You don't move your hands Don't move your lips Don't move your head, child Just shake your hips Do the hip shake, baby Do the hip shake, baby Shake your hips, baby Shake your hips, baby Ain't that easy? Ain't that easy? I met a little girl In a country town She said, what you know? I told her Slim Harpo She didn't move her hands She didn't move her lips She didn't move her head, child She just shook her hips She did the hip shake, baby She did the hip shake, baby Shake your hips, baby Shake your hips, baby Ain't that easy? Ain't that easy?

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Released March 3, 2013.

This collection comes from shows recorded at three shows: Papa Mojo’s Roadhouse in Durham, North Carolina, November 17, 2012; Eddie’s Attic in Decatur, Georgia, December 15, 2012; and the Bradfordville Blues Club in Tallahassee, Florida, December 21, 2012.

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released March 3, 2013

Tom Gray - vocals, guitar, lap steel.
Mark Johnson - backing vocals, guitar, banjo.
Franher Joseph - backing vocals, bass.
Darren Stanley - drums.

Our friend Mel Melton, proprietor of Papa Mojo’s Roadhouse, is not only an excellent Cajun chef but also a terrific harmonica player. He has played with Sonny Landreth and Clifton, Cleveland and C.J. Chenier and is cowriter of Sonny’s signature song “Congo Square”. Mel sat in with us for a couple songs on this album: “Black Coffee” and “Shake Your Hips”.

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