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Deep Footsteps
03:29
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I’m not a bad woman, I’m just deep in my ways
I’m not a bad woman, I’m just deep in my ways
You won’t find out my footsteps if you search out all your loving days
My leg starts out a nickel, ends one dollar seventy-five
If you want some of my greens, you got to eat them live,
I’m not a bad woman, I’m just deep in my ways
You won’t find out my footsteps if you search out all your loving days
Now I’m a whole lotta woman, you know roughnecks is my style
Now I’m a whole lotta woman, you know roughnecks is my style
You open up my door now daddy, be prepared for to stay a little while
Now butter melts on my corn, molasses melts on my peas and what I’m cooking in my pot is gone bring you to your knees
Now I’m not a bad woman, I’m just deep in my ways
You won’t find out my footsteps if you search out all your loving days
Man, you won’t find out my footsteps if you search out all your loving days
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Fortified Wine
04:00
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I have lost my one true lover
I’m afraid it’s for all time
He prefers a silent mistress
In his fortified wine
In his fortified wine
Once I had diamonds for my teardrops
Once I had rubies for my breast
But he did freely spend my treasure
On that lady he loves best
On that lady he loves best
The blackest crow that ever floated
He would surely turn to white
If ever I’d forget my lover
Bright day would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night
I’ve had my fill, but still I’m empty
Next to him, I cannot lay my head
So I’ll leave him sleep, Oh let him diem there
In his own drunken bed
In his own drunken bed
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3. |
No More is Love
02:54
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Oh I could ride the IRT to the far end of the line
And rest inside your arms again with your heartbeat next to mine
But no more is love for me, my dear, no more is love for me
I have been disenchanted and I believe I’ll let love be
Oh the sweetest kiss that ever there was, and the promises you made
Are as the foam upon the sea and the flowers on my grave
So no more is love for me, my dear, no more is love for me
I have been disenchanted and I believe I’ll let love be
Just as every rose must have it’s briar, love is all entwined with pain
And in the garden of your heart it will drink your tears like rain
So no more is love for me, my dear, no more is love for me
I have been disenchanted and I believe I’ll let love be
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4. |
Big Bad Maddie
03:12
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Big Bad Maddie
Not gonna change her clothes
Does what she wants
Goes where she wants to go (x2)
Feel so good
Shout and sing
Moondog says
You got to do your thing
Now, I feel so good
I wanna shout and sing
Moondog says you got to do your
Moondog says you got to do your
Moondog says you got to do your thing
Moondog says you got to do your thing
Big Bad Maddie’s
Not gonna change her mind
Big dick swagger
Keeps those boys in line (x2)
Don’t need no heater
Round my bed
The man I got
He keeps me cherry red
I mean I don’t need no heater I
Now around my loving bed
the man I love, he keeps me cherry
the man I love, he keeps me cherry
the man I love, he keeps me cherry red
the man I got, you know now, he keeps me cherry red
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5. |
Wee Midnight Hour
03:02
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It was in the wee midnight hour
Long about the break of day, oh day, oh day
It was in the wee midnight hour
Long about the break of day, oh day, oh day
When the blues would stream down over you and tear your mind away, away, away
Has your mind been rambling
Back to the days of long ago, ago, ago?
Has your mind been rambling
Back to the days of long ago, ago, ago?
Back to the one you used to love and you don’t see then any more, no more, no more
Oh blues, why do you worry me
Why do you stay with me so long, so long, so long?
Oh blues, why do you worry me
Why do you stay with me so long, so long, so long?
You came to me yesterday, and you stayed with me all night long, so long, so long
I went down to my praying ground and I
Fell down on my knee, my bending knee
I went down to my praying ground and I
Fell down on my knee, my bending knee
I asked the lord above to spare me won’t you send me back my rider please, have
mercy on me
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True Blue
03:48
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They say that white light is made up of all other
colors of light and I believe its true
it shines on me and what I reflect back
Is always deep enduring blue
It’s older than any virgin’s vestment
Bluer than my pretty baby’s eye
It’s deeper than all the lonely ocean
It’s never near, it’s always nigh
Sometimes I forget I’m Wednesday’s daughter
But never for long and never alone
I feel like blue, made up of color
That’s can’t be seen, it must be known
And one little life, one life like mine
One life like mine, ordinary and true
Can go on forever in this lonely world
Can be painted deep, enduring blue
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7. |
You Don't Lift Me Up
02:02
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You don’t lift me up, I mean that’s all
You don’t lift me up, I mean that’s all
Well it must make you feel better
When you see your good friend crawl
You don’t lift me up, I mean that’s all
I know standing on my back might make you tall
I know standing on my back might make you tall
But a shotgun never shot no one
Till you take it down off the wall
and you don’t lift me up, I mean that’s all
You thought I’d always be there when you called
Thought I’d always be there when you called
But next time you come knocking leave you standing in the hall
You don’t lift me up
You don’t lift me up
You don’t lift me up, I mean that’s all
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Mamie Minch New York, New York
MAMIE MINCH is a longtime staple of New York’s acoustic blues scene. Listening to her sing and play is like unpacking a time capsule of American music that’s been stored in her 1930’s National steel guitar for decades and filtered through a modern femme sensitivity. ... more
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