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Every single person in every place I go
people always ask me, they always wanna know
how I got the blues cause Im only 28
was it death in the family or a girlfriend I hate
I tell them straight up with a stone cold zinger
Car troubles made me a good blues singer
been broke all my life, always had me a lemon
every car I owned ended up in auto heaven
one time it was the brakes, next time the transmission
only jalopies for this blues musician
when maintenances required I know Im a winner
Car troubles made me a good blues singer
I knew it the day the suspension kicked the can
Id never have enough for a luxury van
seen alternators blow and had my wipers on a switch
air conditioning is only for the rich
Im going back to horses cause their a dead ringer
Car troubles made me a good blues singer
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Give Me Cornbread
03:45
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I aint in the mood for ham and eggs
buttermilk pancakes just go to my head
I aint in the mood for hominy grits
theres but one way to a blues man’s heart and its
Give me corn bread
Give me a big ol’ hunk of corn bread and butter that baby up
I aint in the mood for rice and beans
BBQed pork ribs or collard greens
no fried chicken or mac and cheese
theres only one thing you can give me, please
Give me corn bread
Give me a big ol hunk of corn bread and butter that baby up
I aint in the mood for italian ice
no apple pie, not even the biggest slice
i aint in the mood for cookies or cake
but i can smell the only thing that i want you to bake
Give me corn bread
Give me a big ol’ hunk of corn bread and butter that baby up
Give me corn bread
Give me a big ol’ hunk of corn bread and butter that baby up
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Rogue Hunter
03:41
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Im a rogue hunter, baby, like a black bear in the wood
aint nobody gonna scare me, in my own neighborhood
when i want something sweet, i go raid a honey pot
when i want to get high, i smoke reefer on the spot
i can take what i want, and i can sleep just like a log
better leave my cave alone, i might maul you in the dark
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Ice Cold Beer
03:19
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When i get home i wanna drink me an ice cold beer 2X
that crackling fizz is music to my ear
I love to get drunk and I love to spend my dough
I may be crazy but aint no body got to know
I want an ice cold beer
i think i might stay drunk all through the year
i got something to tell ya, gonna whisper it to your ear,
“well there aint nothing like the buzz and taste of a genuine ice cold beer”
I want an ice cold beer
i think i might stay drunk all through the year
I want an ice cold beer
i think i might stay drunk all through the year
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Honey
03:04
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Honey, you must be crazy
if you think id let you go
I feel I'm in heaven, got to find a way to let you know
Honey, you taste as candy
yea, you're sweeter than apple pie
just like a Georgia peach im gonna eat ya till the day i die
Im lickin my fingers and cleaning my mess
I want to feel my way around whats under that dress
dont want no schematic, baby, make me guess
I love to give you loving, baby, i confess
Honey, you heat the oven
baby, Ill keep the fire lit
Im gonna make you happy in a heartbeat lickady-split
Honey, Im feeling dizzy
got my whole world spinning round
it makes me pay attention when you singing that heavenly sound
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well some people they keep their distance
when i come down into town
aint got a care in the world for the trouble I done
cause Im just whistling by the graveyard
i shot a man in a bar room
just for calling me a coward
i left him there in a pool of blood
cause Im just whistling by the graveyard
my woman is a no good cheater
and she slithers like a rattle snake
but in the blink of an eye ill put her 6 feet deep
cause Im just whistling by the graveyard
well I'm cleaning blood off my switchblade
from taking another mans life
i aint got no conscience for right and wrong
cause Im just whistling by the graveyard
they may lock me up in a jailhouse
for murder in the first degree
but ill just chuckle and laugh with a smile on my face
cause Im just whistling by the graveyard
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Paterson Is Crumblin'
05:34
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Paterson is crumblin’, lord, the bricks keep falling down
all the streets are empty and there aint no one around
well it started back on Broad St, back in 1965
they looted all the factories and they burned the boss alive
Paterson is crumblin’, lord, the bricks keep falling down
all the streets are empty and there aint no one around
i keep brass knuckles in my front pocket, a switchblade in the back
i sleep with one eye open in case im attacked
Paterson is crumblin’, lord, the bricks keep falling down
all the streets are empty and there aint no one around
well they done and shot the mayor, dumped his body off the falls
hard times have hit the city and its written on the walls
Paterson is crumblin’, lord, the bricks keep falling down
all the streets are empty and there aint no one around
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it took me along time
to find my way in life
but now i found the only thing
that i got left to try
I got the blues on my mind 2X
i got the blues on my mind and that aint nothing but a fact
i can go down to the club
or find an open mic
but when i get on stage, boy
i get it every night
i got the blues on my mind
I got the blues on my mind and that aint nothing but a fact
give me rhythm in the guitar
give me pounding drums and bass
and ill blow a little harp
just to give a little taste
i got the blues on my mind
i got the blues on my mind and that aint nothing but a fact
go run and tell your husbands
ol’ Hott Mott is back
I’m coming in your kitchen
gonna jump in your tater sack
i got the blues on my mind
i got the blues on my mind and that aint nothing but a fact
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pack your bags baby, and get on outta here
cause i know you been cheating, for at least a god damn year
thats danger baby, like a twister on the loose
you been counting on them chickens, now them chicks have come to roost
that train whistles blowin, its coming down the line
so count your blessings babe, cause this may be the very last time
thats heartache baby, like a worn out pair of shoes
you been counting on them chickens, now them chicks have come to roost
mark my words baby, you aint getting one more cent
you out making love, while I bust ass to pay the rent
thats trouble baby, and they always come in twos
you been counting on them chickens, now them chicks have come to roost
you better get your self together, it looks like its the end
now all I gots a low and stone cold heart i need to mend
thats the pits baby, lord aint it the truth
you been counting on them chickens, now them chicks have come to roost
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Fire To Your Flame
03:01
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when we were young and young at heart
i swore we’d never be apart
you gave me loving night and day
i fell for you in every way
we’d walk on down the avenue
and talk of things we’d one day do
i long to be in your embrace
please take me from this place
my love for you is never late
i feel the same as our first date
those eyes have always looked the same
my hearts the fire to your flame
Come on home every night
and Ill make everything allright
just bring me love until the end
no other love could transcend
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Please, Mr. Devil
04:26
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Greaser
04:02
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Vin Mott Austin, Texas
Vin Mott is currently a rising star out of the Austin, TX music scene who is building a reputation for his loyalty to the traditional sounds of the Chicago/Memphis/Delta style blues and his talent as a singer, harmonica player, band leader and hard work ethic. Mott's records have received worldwide radio play and praises from the blues world’s top publications. ... more
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