Smokestack Lightning
(Chester Burnett)
Five Live Yardbirds version
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Don't you hear me callin' your name?
Don't you hear me callin' you?
Don't you hear me callin' you?
Tell me where did you go last night?
Gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?
Tell me where did you go?
Tell me where did you go?
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Never see you no more, no more.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby, goodbye,
Fare you well, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Shining like gold,
Don't you hear me call out you?
Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Ah, stop your train, yeah,
Let me go for a ride with you,
Let me go for a ride, oh stop your train now,
Oh, stop your train now,
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Tell me where did you go?
Why did you leave me, oh?
Oh, fare you well, goodbye, goodbye.
Alternate early live version
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Don't you hear me callin'?
Tell me where did you go last night?
I gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?
Yeah, stop your train,
Let me go for a ride, pretty baby, you know,
Stop your train, I gotta ride with you.
Gotta ride with you,
Gotta ride with you.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Fare you well, goodbye, goodbye,
Never see you no more, pretty baby, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Shining like gold,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Gotta stop your train, let me go for a ride,
Let me ride with you,
Stop your train and ride with you.
I Wish You Would
(Billy Boy Arnold)
Early in the morning, 'bout the break of day,
That's when my baby went away.
Come back, baby, I wish you would,
Try and love me, you won't do no good.
Walking and a-kissing late at night;
I tell you now baby, I feel just right.
Come now baby, whatcha trying to do?
Trying to love me and some other man, too.
Come now baby, give me one more chance.
You know I still love you, want to give you romance.
Yeah romance, all night long, in my arms, woah yeah.
(First Verse)
You know baby that I love you so.
You know, pretty baby, it hurts me to see you go.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Bye Bye Bird
(Rice Miller Williamson)
Spoken:
Yeah, we know these sounds.
These sounds belong to one man.
One man from Mississippi, USA.
One man known as the wizard of the harp.
One man known as the menace.
And his name is Sonny Boy Williamson.
Bye bye bird,
Bye bye bird,
Bye bye bird,
Bye bye bird,
Bye bye bird, I'm gone.
Bird, I'm gone,
Bird, I'm gone,
Bird, I'm gone,
Bird, I'm gone,
I'm gone, [child, you find?],
[Back home?].
Smokestack Lightning
(Chester Burnett)
Five Live Yardbirds version
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Don't you hear me callin' your name?
Don't you hear me callin' you?
Don't you hear me callin' you?
Tell me where did you go last night?
Gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?
Tell me where did you go?
Tell me where did you go?
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Never see you no more, no more.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby, goodbye,
Fare you well, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Shining like gold,
Don't you hear me call out you?
Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Ah, stop your train, yeah,
Let me go for a ride with you,
Let me go for a ride, oh stop your train now,
Oh, stop your train now,
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Tell me where did you go?
Why did you leave me, oh?
Oh, fare you well, goodbye, goodbye.
Alternate early live version
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Don't you hear me callin'?
Tell me where did you go last night?
I gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?
Yeah, stop your train,
Let me go for a ride, pretty baby, you know,
Stop your train, I gotta ride with you.
Gotta ride with you,
Gotta ride with you.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Fare you well, goodbye, goodbye,
Never see you no more, pretty baby, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Shining like gold,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Gotta stop your train, let me go for a ride,
Let me ride with you,
Stop your train and ride with you.
You Can't Judge A Book By Looking At The Cover
(Willie Dixon (1962))
You can't judge an apple by looking at the tree,
You can't judge honey by looking at the bee,
You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother,
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
Oh can't you see,
Oh, well, you misjudge me.
I look like a farmer,
But I'm a lover,
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
Yeah, that's right,
That's so good.
You can't judge a fish by lookin' in the pond,
You can't judge right by looking at the wrong,
You can't judge one by looking at the other,
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
Oh can't you see,
Oh, well, you misjudge me.
I look like a farmer,
But I'm a Lover,
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane,
You can't judge a woman by looking at her man,
You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother,
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
Oh can't you see,
Oh, well, you misjudge me.
I look like a farmer,
But I'm a lover,
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
I'm A Man
(Ellas McDaniel (better known as Bo Diddley) (1955))
Note: Many different recordings of the song exist,
each with differing lyrics. I have tried to collate
the important lyrics here - inevitably some lines will
be missed out, and the order of verses changed. The
studio version consists solely of the middle three
verses. Other recordings, in particular the
'Five Live Yardbirds' and the BBC sessions versions,
start with the first verse and also include the last
verse (both in '{ }' braces).
{
Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Kept a lot of folks alive.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
}
All you pretty women,
Stand in line,
I can make love to you baby,
In an hour's time.
Now i'm a man
I spell M-A-N...man.
The line I shoot,
Will never miss,
Make love to you baby,
You can't resist.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
Goin back down,
To Kansas to,
Bring back a little girl,
Just like you.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
{
Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
You know baby,
We can have a lot of fun.
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
}
Shapes of Things
Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.
Chorus, Lead.
Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.
For Your Love
(Graham Gouldman)
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give you everything and more, and that's for sure.
For your love.
I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door.
For your love.
To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love, for your love,
I would give the stars above.
For your love, for your love,
I would give you all I could.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give the moon if it were mine to give.
For your love.
I'd give the stars and the sun 'fore I live.
For your love.
To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
Putty in your hands
(J. Patton / K. Rogers)
You say hop and I'll hop,
You say stop and I'll stop,
You say come and I come,
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
With one wave of your hand,
I'm your slave to command,
But I'm glad it's OK,
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
You can stretch me until I'm ten feet tall,
Or cut me down to the size of a rubber ball.
You can use me, abuse me, but never remove me,
Without your love I ain't nothing at all.
Oh well ah.
They say I'm a fool,
'Cos you treat me so cruel,
But I'll go on this way.
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Oh ah-ah.
You can stretch me until I'm ten feet tall,
or cut me down to the size of a rubber ball.
You can use me, abuse me, but never refuse me,
Without your love I ain't nothing at all.
Oh well ah.
They say I'm a fool,
'Cos you treat me so cruel,
But I'll go on this way,
Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
I'm just like putty,
Putty in your hands ah-ah,
Well ah-ah.
I Ain't Done Wrong
(Keith Relf)
(studio version)
Yeah the bells have tolled,
And my baby caught that train and gone.
Oh the bells have tolled,
And my baby caught that train and gone.
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.
Well it's all my fault,
And I just can't explain.
Yes it's all my fault,
And I just can't explain.
Gonna get me a new [doctor? / doll?],
So maybe my luck will change.
My baby's [treating me that my luck would change?]
I've been goin' around,
And now look at me,
Done somebody wrong,
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.
I've Been Wrong
(Keith Relf / Jim McCarty / Chris Dreja / Paul Samwell-Smith)
(BBC version)
The bells have tolled,
My baby caught that train and gone.
Yeah, the bells have tolled,
My baby caught that train and gone.
Well it's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.
I done wrong.
Well, and everything's wrong,
I know I'm the one to blame.
Yeah, now everything's wrong,
I know I'm the one to blame.
Gonna get me a new girl,
Maybe my luck will change.
I hope it will.
My baby's [threatened?] my luck would change,
I didn't listen,
Now look at me,
I done wrong,
It's all my fault,
I must have done somebody wrong.
I Ain't Got You
(Calvin Carter)
I got a Maserati G.T.
With snakeskin upholstery.
I got a charge account at Goldblatt's,
But I ain't got you.
I got a closet full of clothes,
But no matter where it goes,
It keeps a ring in the nose,
But I ain't got you.
I got a tavern and a liquor store.
I play the numbers, yeah, four forty-four.
I got a mojo, yeah, don't you know,
I'm all dressed up with no place to go.
I got women to the right of me.
I got women to the left of me.
I got women all around me,
But I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.
(Third Verse)
(Fourth Verse)
No I ain't got you.
Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
(H. G. Demarais)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?
If you let me I can tease you baby.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Won't you let me take you to the hop, hop,
Have a party at the soda shop,
So we can do the twist, do the stroll
To the music of the rock 'n' roll.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
(First Verse)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa that I love you.
Tell your sisters and your brother that I love you.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
Boom Boom
(John Lee Hooker)
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
I'm gonna shoot you right down,
Knock you off of your feet,
And take you home with me.
Put you in my house.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I love to see you strut
When you're walking to me.
When you're talking to me,
That knocks me out.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
You know I like it like that,
With your baby-talk,
Oh and the way that you walk.
You know it knocks me right down,
Knocks me off of my feet.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
How, how, how, how.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, now, now, now.
I Wish You Would
(Billy Boy Arnold)
Early in the morning, 'bout the break of day,
That's when my baby went away.
Come back, baby, I wish you would,
Try and love me, you won't do no good.
Walking and a-kissing late at night;
I tell you now baby, I feel just right.
Come now baby, whatcha trying to do?
Trying to love me and some other man, too.
Come now baby, give me one more chance.
You know I still love you, want to give you romance.
Yeah romance, all night long, in my arms, woah yeah.
(First Verse)
You know baby that I love you so.
You know, pretty baby, it hurts me to see you go.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Sweet Music
(Lance / Cobbs / Bowie)
Sweet music,
Sweet music.
Why do my heart skips a beat?
- Pretty music,
What makes the soul come out of me?
- Pretty music,
Somebody's really gotta tell me,
- Pretty music,
What makes this music sound so sweet?
- Pretty music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music.
What puts the rhythm on in my feet?
- Pretty music,
They start to tap with every beat.
- Pretty music,
Well, it's a strange, strange feeling but it's real,
- Pretty music,
It gives me such a magic thrill.
- Pretty music,
Sweet music.
Could it be the beat of the drums?
Could it be the harp that charms?
The wailing guitars are so great,
They really put the rhythm of today.
I've gotta really, really know why,
- Pretty music,
Some of the music brings tears to my eyes.
- Pretty music,
Emotion really starts to scream in my soul,
- Pretty music,
Like love so new, just won't grow old.
- Pretty music,
Sweet Music.
Could it be the beat of the drums?
Could it be the harp that charms?
The wailing guitars are so great,
They really put the rhythm of today.
I've gotta really, really know why,
- Pretty music,
Some of the music brings tears to my eyes.
- Pretty music,
Emotion really starts to scream in my soul,
- Pretty music,
Like love so new, just won't grow old.
- Pretty music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music,
Sweet music.
Questa Volta
(Satti / Dinamo / Mogol)
Lo so, non mi credi perché sai che potrei (io potrei)
io potrei dimenticarmi anche di te
Però questa volta non sarà più così (più così)
e vedrai che questa volta non finirà
Mai mai mai, dico mai mai mai, io ti lascerò
mai, dico mai, io finirò di amarti
Lo so, non mi credi, ma vedrai, tu vedrai (tu vedrai)
io so già che questa volta non finirà
GUITAR SOLO
Lo so, non mi credi, ma vedrai, tu vedrai,
io so già che questa volta non finirà (finirà)
GUITAR SOLO
- Many thanks to Fabrizio Ferrari for these lyrics!
English Translation
I know you don't believe me because you know I could forget even you
But this time will be different and you'll see that this time
My love will last forever
Never, no, never will I leave you or stop loving you
Evil Hearted You
(Graham Gouldman)
Evil hearted you.
You always try to put me down,
With the things you do,
And words,
You spread around against me.
Evil hearted you.
You kept,
Kidding me along,
With your phoney smile,
And with,
Your siren song smiling, beguiling,
You lead me on 'til all hope's gone,
Persuading, degrading,
On my knees I try to please.
But I love you,
Just the same,
And I want you,
To remain,
By my side,
And you'll see,
Just how much you,
Mean to me.
Evil hearted you.
You always try to put me down,
With the things you do,
And words,
You spread around against me,
About me.
What would you,
Do without me?
Smiling, beguiling,
You lead me on 'til all hope has gone.
Still I'm Sad
(Paul Samwell-Smith / Jim McCarty)
See the stars come falling down from the sky,
Gently passing, they kiss your tears when you cry.
See the wind come softly blow your hair from your face,
See the rain hide away in disgrace.
Still I'm sad.
For myself my tears just fall into dust,
Day will dry them, night will find they are lost.
Now I find the wind is blowing time into my heart,
Let the rain fall, for we are apart.
How I'm sad,
How I'm sad,
Oh, how I'm sad.
Train Kept A-Rollin'
(T. Bradshaw / L. Mann / H. Kay)
Studio version
This version has a double-tracked vocal from
Keith Relf (recorded two different dates).
The lyrics are slightly altered. I have tried to
capture the vocal mixed in the background
in '()' brackets following the main lyric.
I caught the train, I met a dame,
She was a hipster, well and a real cool dame,
(She was handsome,)
She was pretty, from New York City,
Well and we trucked on down in that old Fairlane,
(Goin' on,)
With a heave, and a ho,
(Wo,)
Well, I just couldn't let her go.
(Yes I did,)
Get along, sweet little woman, get along,
Be on your way,
Get along, sweet little woman, get along,
Be on your way,
With a heave, and a ho,
(Love the way you walk,)
I just couldn't let her go.
(Yes I do now.)
Well, the train kept a-rollin', all night long,
(Sweet little woman, get along,)
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
([You're my queen?])
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
(Sweet little woman, get along,)
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
([You're my queen?])
With a heave, and a ho,
(Love the way you walk,)
Well I just couldn't let her go,
(Yes I do.)
We made a stop at Albuquerque,
She must have thought I was a real gone jerk,
We got out the train in El Paso,
Lookin' so good, Jack, I couldn't let her go.
Get along, sweet little woman, get along,
(Oh, right,)
Well, the train kept a-rollin', all night long,
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
With a heave, and a ho,
Well I just couldn't let her go.
BBC version
I caught the train, I met a dame,
She was a hipster, well and a real cool dame,
She was pretty, from New York City,
Well and we trucked on down in that old Fairlane.
With a heave, and a ho,
And I just couldn't let her go,
Get along, sweet little woman, get along,
Better be on your way,
Get along, sweet little woman, get along,
Better be on your way,
With a heave, and a ho,
I just couldn't let her go,
No.
Yeah, the train kept a-rollin', all night long,
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
The train kept a-rollin', all night long,
With a heave, and a ho,
Just couldn't let her go,
No.
We made a stop at Albuquerque,
She must have thought I was a real gone jerk,
We got out the train in El Paso,
Lookin' so good, that I couldn't let 'er go.
With a heave, and a ho,
I just couldn't let her go,
Get along, sweet little woman get along,
Better be on your way,
Get along, sweet little woman get along,
Be on your way,
With a heave, and a ho,
I just couldn't let her go,
No.
Smokestack Lightning
(Chester Burnett)
Five Live Yardbirds version
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Don't you hear me callin' your name?
Don't you hear me callin' you?
Don't you hear me callin' you?
Tell me where did you go last night?
Gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?
Tell me where did you go?
Tell me where did you go?
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Never see you no more, no more.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby, goodbye,
Fare you well, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Shining like gold,
Don't you hear me call out you?
Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Don't you hear me callin' you now?
Ah, stop your train, yeah,
Let me go for a ride with you,
Let me go for a ride, oh stop your train now,
Oh, stop your train now,
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Tell me where did you go?
Why did you leave me, oh?
Oh, fare you well, goodbye, goodbye.
Alternate early live version
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Don't you hear me callin'?
Tell me where did you go last night?
I gotta know who you been with.
Tell me where did you go last night?
Yeah, stop your train,
Let me go for a ride, pretty baby, you know,
Stop your train, I gotta ride with you.
Gotta ride with you,
Gotta ride with you.
Fare you well, goodbye, pretty baby,
Fare you well, goodbye, goodbye,
Never see you no more, pretty baby, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Yeah, smokestack lightning,
Shining like gold,
Don't you hear me callin'?
Gotta stop your train, let me go for a ride,
Let me ride with you,
Stop your train and ride with you.
New York City Blues
(Keith Relf / Chris Dreja)
If you've ever been to New York City,
You know what I'm talking about,
Yes you do.
Well, if you've ever been to New York City,
You know what I'm talking about,
They got such pretty little girls in that big town,
Make a man wanna jump around and shout.
I met a little girl there,
She was about five foot eight.
I said "I want you to love me."
She said "Why man, that'd be great."
So,
I got long hair but,
She took me back,
Back to see her pad,
But the first thing I saw when I arrived there,
Was a big black shiny shotgun,
In the hands of her dad.
Alright now, this is how it was,
Oh no!
Well alright!
I finally learned my lesson,
Such a long time ago,
Next little woman that I date,
I've got to know, I've got to know her family too.
Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too.
But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes,
Mister, this song is just for you.
What Do You Want
(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
I want somebody here to tell me why,
There's always smoke up in the sky.
Please don't make me want to cry,
Detail has not been seen.
Summer trees should all be green,
Plain and green as they have been,
Sun don't ever change the scene,
Please never let them die.
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
Sounds which soar above my ears,
Will naturally precede in years,
They only cause a flood of tears,
I want to turn and run.
Don't need someone to make my fun,
Only need to see the sun,
I will not go and cause harm,
I cannot think that way.
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
Sit spellbound by a flickering screen,
Watch the ever changing scenes,
Listen to the rising screams,
Of children of today.
Lock your doors and stay within,
Upon your face the stupid grins,
Penalty for unrealised sins,
Committed on your way.
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
...
Stroll On
(Keith Relf / Jeff Beck / Jimmy Page / Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty)
Strollin' on,
'Cos it's all gone,
The reason why.
You made me cry,
By tellin' me,
You didn't see.
The future bore,
Our love no more.
If you want to know,
I love you so,
And I don't want to let you go.
I'm strollin' on,
Gonna make you see.
I'm strollin' on,
You'll find you really love me.
I'm strollin' on,
Be your turn to cry.
I'm strollin' on,
You wish you'd never lied.
You're going to change your mind,
But you ain't gonna find,
Any more of my kind.
I'm strollin' on,
'Cos it's all gone,
The reason why.
You made me cry,
By tellin' me,
You didn't see.
The future bore,
Our lovin' no more.
If you want to know,
I love you so,
I don't want to let you go.
I'm strollin' on,
Gonna make you see.
I'm strollin' on,
You'll find you really love me.
I'm strollin' on,
Be your turn to cry.
I'm strollin' on,
You wish you'd never lied.
You're going to change your mind,
But you ain't gonna find,
Any more of my kind.
|