Come Back baby Hans Theessink

Come back baby, baby please don't go One more time just before you hit the road Come back baby, let's talk it over one more time One more time, one more time Let's talk it over one more time Come

Where The Southern Cross The Dog Hans Theessink

Held a good job in the city Had a lay-off and they got poor me I feel so lowdown and disgusted Just can't find a way to make ends meet Take my baby by the hand, leave this town I know we'll make

Cajun Boogie Hans Theessink

Come on baby come along with me Down to the bayou1 country To the swamplands where the cajuns2 go Do the zydeco3 Alligator jumps around Wags his tail to the squeeze-box sound There's a fish-fry

Rolling Stone Hans Theessink

where's little sister gone Sorry son but she long gone Took to the breeze, let her long hair flow She took to the road, with a rolling stone A rolling stone gathers no moss Never know if he'll be back

Late Last Night Hans Theessink

Conductor man Tell me, what time does your train ride I'm going to see my baby Want to see her before daylight Don't you hear that whistle blowing Can't you feel that steady roll This old sound

Train Hans Theessink

Engineer get ready, ride that train Engineer get ready, ride that train Engineer get ready, ride that train Gotta take this poor boy back home again Keep them wheels a-rolling, keep a steady time

Soul On Fire Hans Theessink

Here comes my baby, dressed in blue Hey sweet woman I’m crazy ‘bout you Oh baby, you set my soul on fire Here comes my baby, dressed in white Hey sweet woman let me hold you tonight Oh baby, you

Tears Are Rolling Hans Theessink

Tears are rolling down like showers of rain Tears are rolling down like showers of rain Cried so many tears but they just can't ease my pain It's a lowdown shame baby, way I treated you It's a

Walking The Dog Hans Theessink

Baby's back, dressed in black Silver buttons, all down her back High, low, tippytoe She broke the needle and she can't sew Walking the dog Walking the dog And if you don't know how to do it

Cottonfields Hans Theessink

When I was just a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cottonfields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texicana In them old cottonfields back

Paint The Town Hans Theessink

is almost done Weekend coming on We can stay at home Kick off our shoes Or take a cab downtown Let our hair down Party all night long Like we used to do Tonight, tonight Bright city light Come

Love Sweet Love (Version 2) Hans Theessink

I don't need your money Don't need your diamond ring I don't need your fancy car To get me back on my feet again I need your love, love sweet love Love, love, love sweet love I like my baby

Love Sweet Love (Version 1) Hans Theessink

I don't need your money Don't need your diamond ring I don't need your big Rolls Royce To get me back on my feet again I need your love, love sweet love I don't need your TV-set Don't need your

Death Letter Blues Hans Theessink

I received a letter, it was addressed in red I received a letter, it was addressed in red It said "Come on home daddy, your mama is dead" I went to the depot, caught the train a-flyin' I went to

Sidewalk Hobo Hans Theessink

socks and yesterday's flowers What a way to start a monday-morning He might have been a carpenter at one time in his life Built a lot of homes but never had one Or he might have been a poet who'd come

Six Strings Down Hans Theessink

Alpine valley In the middle of the night Six strings down On the heaven-bound flight Got a pick, a strap, guitar on his back Ain’t gonna cut the angels no slack Heaven done called Another blues-stringer

Honey Baby Blues Hans Theessink

I ain't got no honey babe now I ain't got no honey babe now And it's oh me, oh Lordy mine, I ain't got no honey babe now I leave her on the early morning train I leave her on the early morning tr...

Love You Baby Hans Theessink

Baby where you going to, with your red shoes on?

Baby Wants To Boogie Hans Theessink

Baby where you going to, with your red shoes on?

Homecooking Hans Theessink

Do some homecooking baby Do some homecooking baby Do some homecooking baby Satisfy my soul Ate from a box at Micky D's Dined in the rainbow-room I've eaten with my hands I've used a silver spoon

Nine Pound Hammer Hans Theessink

Nine pound hammer, it killed John Henry Won't kill me, Lord, it won't kill me Nine pound hammer, it killed John Henry Won't kill me, Lord, it won't kill me Gone upon the mountain, for to see my baby

Flying Shoes Hans Theessink

Baby baby don't you know What happened to me a while ago I may be wrong and I may be right When I came home and I turned on the light Somebody running out your backdoor Never seen a thing move that

Too Many Drivers Hans Theessink

Baby you've got too many drivers You ain't got but one wheel Don't you think it looks funny when two men 're driving your little automobile I'd rather be rolling down Rolling down the sandy hill

Lifeline Hans Theessink

Your love is like a lifeline Your love is like a lifeline, baby Your love is like a lifeline Baby won’t you rescue me I’m like a mountain without a valley I’m like a lock without a key I’m like

My Baby Changed The Lock On Her Door Hans Theessink

My baby changed, changed the lock on her door My mama changed, changed the lock on her door The key I've got, it just don't fit no more My mama told me, my papa told me too My dear old mother told

Feel Like Going Home Hans Theessink

Well late over in the evening I feel like blowin' my horn Well I woke up this morning All I had was gone Brooks run into the ocean Ocean run into the sea If I don't find my baby Somebody sure

Automobile Hans Theessink

, both hands steady at the wheel You're the most powerful driver that I've ever seen Run on dynamite instead of gasoline The way you flash the lights The way you hold the wheel Keep on rollin' baby

The Planet Hans Theessink

ain't dead I read it in the paper Heard it on the news This old world's in trouble People, we're all chased by the blues The planet still keeps turning Draws a circle 'round the sun Seasons come

Missing You Hans Theessink

Missing you baby Missing you night and day I think I’m going crazy I think I’m going crazy out here I wrote you a letter Tried to call you on the phone The line was disconnected Mail returned

Rain Hans Theessink

I'm sitting in the rain, rain keeps drizzling on I'm sitting in the rain, rain keeps drizzling on I'm sitting in the rain, rain keeps drizzling on Waiting for a train to take me back home Sitting

Vicksburg Is My Home Hans Theessink

The winds on lake Michigan, blow chilly and cold The winds on lake Michigan, blow chilly and cold I'm gonna leave Chicago, goin' down to Vicksburg, Mississippi, that's my home If I am lucky baby

Bourgeois Blues Hans Theessink

Come along people, listen to me Don't try to find no home in Washington DC Lord it's a bourgeois town, it's a bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues I'm gonna spread the news all around Me and

Hunted Man Hans Theessink

I'm running, running, running Feet they hardly touch the ground Policedogs on my trail 'Cause I shot my woman down I caught my baby On a midnight creep Blew a bullet through her head Before

Bluesdoctor Hans Theessink

mind is troubled, you feel lowdown Looking for help, can't be found Here's a number, call anytime Get the bluesdoctor, on the line Bluesdoctor, he knows just what you need Bluesdoctor, puts you back

You Make Me Feel So Good Hans Theessink

I like to watch you baby, when you sleep at night When you wake up in the morning, with your sleepy eyes I will be your coffee, you can be my cup If you want me honey, you can sip me up Oh babe

Dough Roller Blues Hans Theessink

long Yes, I told my woman, before I left the town Don't you let nobody, tear your barrelhouse down Yes, I fold my arms and slowly walked away I said "That's allright mama, your troubles gon' come

Rock The Boat Hans Theessink

Came a long way to your country Now you point your gun at me Got no money, got no papers I'm as scared as I can be Don't know where I'm going But I know I can't go back to where I've been Now you

Grinning In Your face Hans Theessink

you mind people grinning in your face Don't you mind people grinning in your face They'll jump you up and they jump you down They'll try to turn you 'round and 'round As soon as you turn your back

Wings Hans Theessink

arms again Fly to her doorstep, knock on her window-pane Open that window, let me in Hold her, hold her in my arms again I will rock you, roll you all night long We'll be rocking and a-rolling, baby

Roll With The Punches Hans Theessink

with the punches, gotta carry on Gotta roll with the punches, gotta carry on Gotta roll with the punches, gotta carry on Love is the healer, whatever you do Don't give up your dreams, dreams may come

Journey On Hans Theessink

and we may be denied But we must journey on Journey on, journey on We must journey on We may be tried and we may be denied But we must journey on Your friends they may forsake you Turn their back

Living In The Fast lane Hans Theessink

worry me" Cocaine and the needle, I know when to say no Let me tell you: my good friend, ain't here no more Living in the fast lane, never go slow Living in the fast lane, anything goes Way back

Will The Circle Be Unbroken Hans Theessink

I was standing by my window On a cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rollin' Mama as she went along her way Will the circle be unbroken Bye 'n bye, bye 'n bye There's a better home

Midnight Special Hans Theessink

stagger, you better not fight 'Cause the sheriff he'll arrest you 'n carry you down If the jury find you guilty, you're penitentiary bound Let the midnight special shine the light on me Yonder come

Call Me Hans Theessink

reach out a hand to hold You can't tell your visions from reality Like a clown that keeps laughing to hide all his tears Call me, call me You're walking a highway that got no return Ain't no way back

Mandolin Man Hans Theessink

show I felt so proud to be on the bandstand Play the blues with the mandolin man Such a gentle man with a big old smile Rocked the joint, the crowd went wild Played the old time blues from way back

29 Ways Hans Theessink

more One through the basement, two down the hall When the going gets tough, I got a hole in the wall 29 ways to make it to my baby's door If she needs me bad, I can find about 2 or 3 more I can come

Homeless Hans Theessink

the hard times will All my money gone, everyday there's a knocking on the door All my money gone, everyday there's a loud knocking on the door It's that mean old rent collector-man, he's coming back

New Cocaine Blues Hans Theessink

get it soon Sugar daddy's gonna take you too Cocaine, all around my brain Holy brother, what you gotta say That stuff got me away Cocaine, all around my brain Hey, hey, hey, hey, mama, mama come

Shake Hands With The Sun Hans Theessink

And my head up in the sky Days are getting longer Light is getting stronger You can feel the warm sunshine Goodbye blues, hello summertime Listen to me mama, let me tell you what we do If you come