Going To Brownsville Hans Theessink

Well I'm goin' down to Brownsville Find me that right hand road Lord I ain't gonna stop walkin' 'Till I find sweet mama's door Well that girl that I love She got long black curly hair 'N her

New Orleans Hans Theessink

Sixty-one out of Baton Rouge Down Louisian' Heading for the gulf of Mexico Sun is beating, ain't no breeze Spanish moss from big old trees Listening to the cajun1 radio Going down on the Mississippi

Going Home Hans Theessink

the bus, head for the road Watch out for those highway signs Got a woman waiting down the line At the brighter side of dawn Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now Burn the rubber, just keep goin’ We’re going

Baby Wants To Boogie Hans Theessink

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

Hard Road Blues Hans Theessink

Grab my suitcase, take up on the road Grab my suitcase, take up on the road I'm going away, where I've never been before Moon going down, sun rising in the east Moon going down, sun rising in the

Love You Baby Hans Theessink

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

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

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 gon...

Honey Baby Blues Hans Theessink

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 train And it's oh me, oh Lordy mine, I leave her on the early morning train I'm going

Late Last Night Hans Theessink

Late last night as I laid sleeping Dreamt I heard you call my name Packed my pack, went to the station For to jump on the fastest train Mr. Conductor man, Mr.

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

29 Ways Hans Theessink

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

Soul Of A Man Hans Theessink

I’m going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody’s children can tell me Just what is the soul of a man?

Titanic Hans Theessink

That night it all started when the ship began to shake We were filled with amazement, a little shocked but not afraid We didn't really understand what caused the water to come in We had been told

Storm Warning Hans Theessink

the storm Storm warning Board up the windows, board up the door Stay inside, don't go out no more If I had a knife, I'd cut the tension in the air Seems like everything is quiet But something's going

Rolling Stone Hans Theessink

Hey mama tell me, 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

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

Wings Hans Theessink

If I had wings like a turtle dove I'd fly away to the girl I love Just to hold her, hold her in my arms again Fly to her doorstep, knock on her window-pane Open that window, let me in Hold her

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

Sidewalk Hobo Hans Theessink

His footsteps echoed softly through the early morning hour The slowness of his move should be a warning From the trash he digs a pair of socks and yesterday's flowers What a way to start a monday-morning

Sail Away Hans Theessink

This place is in an awful fix Nothing seems to work out right The truth is like a nightmare That haunts you in the night Bad news in the papers Misery on the screen I can't take it anymore Tonight

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

Power Of Love Hans Theessink

Spelled l-o-v-e Just a four-letter word Such a sweet mystery Sometimes I wonder Yes, I wonder about the power of love Love is like music Sweet sounds in your ears Sometimes a sad song Moves you to

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

Johnny & The Devil Hans Theessink

play the guitar With the boys in the local band Now the devil he played with golden fingers Near the waters he did dwell Made your backbone shiver, when you walked by the river And you listened to

Mandolin Man Hans Theessink

southland from bygone years Sweetest music that ever touched my ears When I heard sleepy John Estes sing First time I heard yank’s mandolin Played with Hammie Nixon and Sleepy John Kept me glued to

Shake Hands With The Sun Hans Theessink

Bye bye to the concrete, gotta leave the town Bye bye to the concrete, gotta leave the town Don't want no city hounds and foxes, always dog me 'round Days are getting longer Light is getting stronger

Run The Human Race Hans Theessink

We gotta run the human race Everybody must take part Win some or lose some And always listen to your heart There's just one earth, just one sky We all gotta live here, 'til the day we die 'Til

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

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

Minnibelle Hans Theessink

Got a woman down in Jackson Used to live on Cherry-Lane She's a real brain twister Minnibelle is her name Operator, operator Long distance on the line Please give me Minnibelle's connection

Grinning In Your face Hans Theessink

Don't you mind people grinning in your face Don't you mind people grinning in your face There's one thing to bear in mind A true friend is hard to find Don't you mind people grinning in your face

Went To The Doctor Hans Theessink

town Lived the hard life, drinkin' whiskey and wine If the boogie woogie kills me, Lordie, I don't mind I don't mind, lord, I don't mind If the boogie woogie kills me, Lordie, I don't mind Went to

Charly Stone Hans Theessink

If you go down to South Rampart Street There's a man down there you'll likely meet: Charly Stone, playing his slide-trombone Little children dance around Dance to his happy sound Charly Stone,

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

Sitting In Limbo Hans Theessink

I know it won't be long Sitting here in Limbo Like a bird without a song Well they're putting up resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on Sitting here in Limbo Waiting for the tide to

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

Traveling Man Hans Theessink

I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone From the Mexican line to the windy city Ain't got much to loose And all I need is a good old country-blues Gypsy

Sail On Hans Theessink

I've been sailing ten thousand years I've been to far off lands, crossed the seven seas I've seen empires rise, seen the heads of the mighty fall I shared my bread with peasants, kings and all

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

Ready For The Ride Hans Theessink

You may own an airplane Fly all over the world Got your silver and gold Diamonds and pearls But one thing’s for certain When your time is up It’s ashes to ashes Dust to dust you can’t run,

Hunted Man Hans Theessink

caught my baby On a midnight creep Blew a bullet through her head Before she woke up from her sleep I'm a hunted man Can't find no hiding place Gotta keep on moving Like the wild geese flyin' to

Midnight Special Hans Theessink

Get up early in the morning, hear the toll bell ring Go walk up to the table, see the same damn thing Knife 'n fork are on the table, nothin' in my pan But if I complain about it, get trouble from

Paint The Town Hans Theessink

Work 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

Too Many Drivers Hans Theessink

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 Than to

Man With A Broken Heart Hans Theessink

Evening sun is sinking low My thoughts unclear, 'cause I don't know Where we went wrong, what made you want to part The house we used to call our home Feels cold and empty, now you're gone All you

Living In The Fast lane Hans Theessink

Once I had a good friend, very dear to me He said, "I can handle it, it doesn't 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

Next Morning At Sunrise Hans Theessink

It's a long long road to travel alone Honey, without you on my side But I have to get home for some work that must be done And I miss you when I leave you out of sight Next morning at sunrise you'll

Darkest Hour Hans Theessink

And the night is almost gone The darkest hour is just before dawn Won't you cuddle up a little closer Mama won't you hold my hand Mama won't you hold my hand The blues is creeping on me Got to

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