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Cleveland Steamer
04:06
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Lyrics:
Well my daddy rode the brown Mississippi
From the Delta to Illinois
Looking for a job of work
Looking for some city joy
And there he met a woman
Who changed him from a country boy
And when ma mamma was with child
She felt fire in her belly brew
She said this one's gonna be as wild
as floodwaters on the bayou
I know it sure as I know
the good lords word is true
Sho' nuff when I was born
Below the decks on a river queen
She called me Cleveland Steamer
And she filled my up with pork and beans
Till I was a big brown boy
Who laid steamers like submarines
Now whenever I come to town
to lay some blues at the one night stand
All the fathers lock up their daughters
And say dont ya go near that man
That boy lays a cable as thick as a garbage can.
And when I find me a woman there
With a twinkle in her eye
I say dont ya go home yet baby
I got a talent you might like
Just get me a glass coffee table
And Ill keep you up all night.
I gotta keep pushing baby
Thats why I sing so high
No point in rushing mama
Or I might blow out an eye
But my mississipi muds worth waiting for
Like rockets on the fourth of July
So just you wait little girl
Cleveland Steamers silting up a pearl
Downing T-bones at the sad cafe
You best beleive Ive something on the way
And when my boat hits the dockside baby
Ya best get on ya knees and pray.
Oh its a steamer sho' nuff
Its filled with all kinds of stuff
Soul food, grits and pumpkin pie
Chilli dogs and Spanish Fly
Yeah Cleveland Steamers fixin' up a mess
That's sure be a treat for yo eye.
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Tying One Off
04:24
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Lyrics:
Well I believe mama,
I believe Ive somethin that you need
When Im a walking down the sidewalk
I see you beg and plead
Through you fancy clothes mama, I see your tremblin' knees
That boy can buy you diamond rings
Make you a blushin' bride
That boy can sit you in his Cadillac
And take you for a ride
But you know theres somethin' missin'
And it burns ya inside
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So Let me tie one off,
Let me lay one down,
You's lost sho'nuff
Till you've found de brown
Everybody needs a little nasty
On the South Side of Town
Well I know you do right mama,
Just like a good girl should
You gotta job and a house,
with a fence made of wood
Aind you aint gonna leave your family
That much is understood
Just get on the L train baby
Down to Steamer's place
Dont got to wear no fancy clothes
Or make up on your face
And come on down and lie
In my chocolate embrace
You walkin on the wild side baby
On the South side of town
ye best be hoping ya man stay gone
while Steamers a-layin' one down."
Cause Ill love you and leave you baby
And I dont stick around
Let me tie one off
Let me lay one down
Sometimes you gotta sream baby
and push the devil out
Cause you aint born for routine baby
Of that their aint no doubt.
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The Mayor's Wife
05:08
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Lyrics:
Rolling down a highway in Jackson, Mississippi
With a pick and a shovel in my hand
Wardens makin sure all the boys are keeping busy
With a 12 Guage and dogs at his command
Breaking rocks with irons on my feet
humping sacks, of gravel in the heat
And all because, of the goddamn Mayors Wife
I got sentenced, to 15 to life
Got caught with my pants around my knees
With that woman a-beggin' Steamer please
It was late, on a dog day afternoon
Stopped into a local greasy spoon
Ham and eggs and a bowl of country chilli
A short stack and a cheesesteak from philly
And I walked out with a turtle in my pants
Ready for some low-down romance
Who did I meet, but a classy kind of girl
Blue-rinsed baby with a neck all draped in pearls
I said baby, are you lookin for some fun?
Of the kind that you sho' wont get at home
Some love, thats chunky like peanut butter
With a man, straight up from the gutter
But little did po' ol' steamer know
As he dropped his po' ol breetches to the floor
That woman aint no ordinary trick
And she mixed me right up in the world of politricks
The wife of the mayor of this town
All ready , for steamer to drop the brown
Caught dead fo' I could stuff that thing back round
It was enough to send this poor boy down
And as I look over the high old prison wall
Thinking I might never drop mo steamers at all
If'm I live on soup that tastes like water
I can't never, drop steamers like I oughta
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