CRYIN FOR MERCY LYRICS

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith and Paul David Painter

Got the sweetest comb around
Honeybee
Got the sweetest comb around
You’ve been chased around the hive
By every bee in town
Honeybee

I’m gonna buzz you right
Honeybee
I’m gonna buzz you right
I’m gonna stir your nectar baby
Till you get satisfied
I’m your bumblebee baby
Satisfaction guaranteed

I’m gonna keep you happy
Give you all the buzz you need
I’m not like those other bees
Swarming round your hive
Always on the prowl
Stinging every Queen they find
Honeybee

Won’t sting no one but you
Honeybee
Won’t sting no one but you
I got a stinger full of dynamite baby
Need you to light my fuse
Honeybee, my sweet honeybee
My, my my Honeybee
My sweet Honeybee

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

I’m a poor little Johnny
From the Big Mamou
My love is real, my aim is true
When Mon Cher sings
It setís me free
She lifts me up
When she dance with me

That dark eyed girl
Can sing and dance
Oh what a night
Cherie, come on, take a chance
Iím just a boy
From the Big Mamou
Mon Cher, for true
Iíll take care of you

She’s the flower of the Ponchatrain
For true, for sure, she will wear my ring
I go tonight, to the big swaray
Chantey Mon Cher and take my blues away

Chantey Mon Cher,
Chantey Mon Cher,
When that girl smiles the place goes wild
The Bayou rocks like a hurricane

I’m no couyon,
Make no mistake
Gonna marry that girl
My Madame to make
Oh Saturday night, At the Fais do do
Find paradise Mon Cher
When we go go

She’s the flower of the Ponchatrain
For true, for sure, she will wear my ring
I go tonight, to the big swaray
Chantey Mon Cher and take my blues away

Chantey Mon Cher,
Chantey Mon Cher,
When that girl smiles the place goes wild
The Bayou rocks like a hurricane

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith
Take one heart and then another
You get back what you give my brother
Leave them crying, filled with shame
Slither on back home again

You practice catch and release
They love you till they see the beast
Chiseled looks and chiseled heart
You never finish what you start

One turn deserves another
What goes around comes round my brother
What goes up must come down
Payback time in this payback town

You got your perfect house, your perfect car
Do you even know who you are?
Your world is comfort, speed and lies
You’ve never had to compromise

People are expendable
Send them where they’ve been before
The faceless masses know the way
Make em holler, make em pay

One turn deserves another
What goes around comes round my brother
What goes up must come down
Payback time in this payback town

Why can’t we take care of each other?
How much money do you need my brother?
Walk a mile in a poor man shoes
Understand what you got to lose

One turn, one turn, one turn
Deserves another
One turn, one turn, one turn
Deserves another
One turn, one turn, one turn
Deserves another
One turn, one turn, one turn
Deserves another

Those you’ve abused will be around
To see you on you’re way back down

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

Mama’s got stories to tell
She’ll talk about heaven, cause she’s been through hell
She talks about the time she spent in jail
Mama’s got stories to tell

Mama likes to make me sweat
She work it to the right,
she work it to the left
I’m up all night, I got no regrets
Mama likes to make me sweat

I like what Mama likes
I like what Mama likes
With Mama there’s no wrong just right
I like what Mama likes

Mama likes to hear me sing
It makes her smile, it makes her swing
She yells, ìCome on ìStevie do yo thangî
Mama likes to hear me sing

I like what Mama likes
I like what Mama likes
With Mama there’s no wrong just right
I like what Mama likes

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith, Paul David Painter, Doug Ritter, Rick Salvador

See the man on the street in the white Cadillac
Give him some money; he’ll bring you love back
Turn on the TV, see the talking head
Trying to convince you that you’re better off dead
That’s how they roll, that’s how they roll
It ain’t nothing new, it’s what they do
That’s how they roll

See the bald-headed fat cat, smoking a fine cigar
Sell him your soul and he’ll make you a star
He’ll make you think he’s your only friend
Until he says boy you won’t work in this town again
That’s how they roll, that’s how they roll
It’s in their DNA, what they do not what they say
That’s how they roll

See the band on the stage, they’ve got a whole lot of soul
Everything they’ve got goes into the show
Take a piece of their heart it’s all for you
They give it up when they play the blues
The preacher on Sunday goes on and on
Telling everybody all the things they’ve done wrong
You’re going to hell boy; this old world’s gonna end
Give me your money, I’ll forgive all your sins

That’s how they roll, that’s how they roll
It’s in their DNA, what they do not what they say
That’s how they roll
It ain’t nothing new, it’s what they do
That’s how they roll

Written by Steve Canaday

Well I sleep like a feather
I don’t worry ‘bout the weather
I take backroads, wherever I go
And I can’t take no chances
‘cause I sure ain’t got no answers
I take the backroads, wherever I go
Those four-lane freeways ain’t got nothin’ for me

Just gimme a six pack and a ‘50 Mercury
And I’ll be rollin’
Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home
Well I don’t let things get risky
‘cause I might be drinkin’ whisky
Out on them backroads of my home
You don’t see no hitchhikers
ain’t no semi-trucks or bikers
Out on them backroads of my home
Them four-lane freeways ain’t got nothin’ for me
and that all night rollin’ to be where you got to be
It ain’t nowhere

Gimme them backroads of my home
Gimme them backroads of my home
I’ve been busted for speedin’
I’ve been busted up and bleedin’
Out on them backroads of my home
And you just might see me swimmin’
You might see me chase big women
Over them backroads of my home
Those four-lane freeways ain’t got nothin’ for me
Just gimme a six pack and a ‘50 Mercury
And I’ll be rollin’
Over them backroads of my home

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

She gets the kids off to school
Put things where they belong
It’s time to face another day, try to be strong
There in the hallway, she falls down to her knees
And calls out to no one listening, someone help me please

The silence is heavy, full of doubt and shame
A simple ask, love worth the pain

This wasn’t part of the vision,
This wasn’t part of the plan
Trapped in an existence where she won’t dare take a stand
He never raised a hand to her, or so she would say
He broke her spirit with words, almost every day
Abuse without violence is abuse just the same
Praying for, love worth the pain

She raises the white flag, to find some peace in surrender
She knows that it’s wrong, to forget to remember
Another compromise, and so it’s down to this
Itís daily suicide; you can’t feel what you don’t miss

She stares out the window and feels too weak to try
Recalling all the rainy days as she starts to cry
Half truths and alibis, don’t justify the end
She tries not to think about it as she fills her glass again

No zero sum game, when love’s worth the pain
It’s an old refrain, love is worth the pain
Don’t fade away,
Find love worth the pain

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

It was blind dumb luck, some might call it fate
A monkey was trapped on a fire escape
I looked at him, he looked at me
I climbed up and set that monkey free

I bought my monkey a nice red suit
In his red top hat he looked so cute
Every woman I pass wants to know his name
The question they ask is always the same

Can I pet your monkey? Can I pet your monkey
You can pet my monkey, baby my monkey wonít bite

Last night I saw the girl next door
She wanted to play with my monkey some more
She’s loves that ape, she thinks he’s cute
She likes to squeeze my monkey and that’s the truth

Can I squeeze your monkey? Can I squeeze your monkey
You can squeeze my monkey, baby my monkey won’t bite

Every girl I bring home with me
Wants to set my monkey free
They say my monkey feels so nice
When’s it’s monkey business, they don’t think twice

I took my monkey out to the mall
He was actin a fool and having a ball
He jumped up and grabbed a young girl’s hair
She said that’s a bad little monkey and because I care

Iím going to spank your monkey, I’m going to spank your monkey,
You can spank my monkey, baby my monkey won’t bite

You can pet my monkey
You can pet my monkey
Oooooh pet my monkey baby
You can pet my monkey
You can pet my money, cause baby . . .

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

I found hard time, down in Mississippi
I found hard time, down in Mississippi
Brown skin woman make me weap and moan
Big legged Mama shake the meat off my bone
I found hard times, down in Mississippi

I know that woman, got her a backdoor man
Sweet lovin woman, got her a backdoor man
My thirty-two twenty sure nuff did him some harm
Judge gave me 20 years on Parchmen Farm
I found hard times down in Mississippi

Train whistle blowin, move me down the line
Train whistle blowin, move me down the line
Down to the crossroads where the Southern cross the Dog
Hobo my way back to Arkansas
I found hard times, down in Mississippi

Kind hearted woman, ease my worried mind
Kind hearted woman, ease my worried mind
Iíve got no time to weap and wail
Cause thereís a hell hound on my trail
I found hard time, down in Mississippi

I found hard time, down in Mississippi
I found hard time, down in Mississippi
I found hard time, down in Mississippi
I found hard time, down in Mississippi

Multiple Authors

I don’t care, along you go
I don’t care, along you stay
But good kind of treatment
I’m bringing you home someday

Well, someday, baby
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

Now you keep on bettin’
If the dice don’t pay
Can’t you see, little girl
You’re living too fast?

But someday, baby
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

Are you tellin’ everybody
In the neighborhood
‘Cause you don’t love me, baby
You didn’t mean me no good

Yes, but someday, baby
You ain’t gonna worry my life anymore

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

You can find them in the darkness
They don’t see the light of day
You won’t hear them on the radio
With the music that they play
They serve a cold hard mistress
Her solemn oath they swore
What little love she gives them,
Keeps them coming back for more

They can’t deny the constant yearning
And the wheel keeps turning back to you

The newsman keeps reporting
But he’s missing most the game
And it makes me feel like fighting
For the bad cats he won’t name
These aren’t some pretty boy toys
Their souls were born to rock
It breaks their hearts in silence
When the torture never stops

They live to play, they play the blues
And the wheel keeps turning back to you

They don’t do it for the money
They don’t do it for the fame
It’s the love of the music
That keeps them in the game
They leave a piece of their soul
In every smoky bar
It keeps their blues alive
While they’re reaching for the stars

It’s the lessons they’re not learning
And the bridges they keep burning
That keeps the wheel turning back to you

Written by Steven Elwyn Smith

I hear footsteps in the garden
I hear voices in the hall
Memories wash over me, here in the darkness
Till I just can’t hold them all
Was it something that I said?
Maybe something I didn’t do
Was it true love or tragedy?
That put me on the road to you

Now I’m
Cryin for mercy
Cryin for mercy, yeah yeah
Cryin for mercy and nobody hears

The shattered mirror can’t be replaced
I’ve picked up the pieces and I can’t throw them away
Here’s another fool, down on the floor
A broken heart begging for more

I don’t know where we went wrong
A fool’s heart runs in place
After all the bottles I tried to crawl inside
I still can see your face

Now I’m
Cryin for mercy
Cryin for mercy
Cryin for mercy and nobody hears
I’m Cryin for mercy
Cryin for mercy yeah yeah
I’m Cryin for mercy and nobody hears