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Got the sweetest comb around
\nHoneybee
\nGot the sweetest comb around
\nYou\u2019ve been chased around the hive
\nBy every bee in town
\nHoneybee<\/p>\n
I\u2019m gonna buzz you right
\nHoneybee
\nI\u2019m gonna buzz you right
\nI\u2019m gonna stir your nectar baby
\nTill you get satisfied
\nI\u2019m your bumblebee baby
\nSatisfaction guaranteed<\/p>\n
I\u2019m gonna keep you happy
\nGive you all the buzz you need
\nI\u2019m not like those other bees
\nSwarming round your hive
\nAlways on the prowl
\nStinging every Queen they find
\nHoneybee<\/p>\n
Won\u2019t sting no one but you
\nHoneybee
\nWon\u2019t sting no one but you
\nI got a stinger full of dynamite baby
\nNeed you to light my fuse
\nHoneybee, my sweet honeybee
\nMy, my my Honeybee
\nMy sweet Honeybee<\/div>\n
Written by Steven Elwyn Smith I’m a poor little Johnny That dark eyed girl She’s the flower of the Ponchatrain Chantey Mon Cher, I’m no couyon, She’s the flower of the Ponchatrain Chantey Mon Cher, You practice catch and release One turn deserves another You got your perfect house, your perfect car People are expendable One turn deserves another Why can\u2019t we take care of each other? One turn, one turn, one turn Those you\u2019ve abused will be around Written by Steven Elwyn Smith Mama’s got stories to tell Mama likes to make me sweat I like what Mama likes Mama likes to hear me sing I like what Mama likes See the man on the street in the white Cadillac See the bald-headed fat cat, smoking a fine cigar See the band on the stage, they\u2019ve got a whole lot of soul That\u2019s how they roll, that\u2019s how they roll Well I sleep like a feather Just gimme a six pack and a \u201850 Mercury Gimme them backroads of my home Written by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n She gets the kids off to school The silence is heavy, full of doubt and shame This wasn’t part of the vision, She raises the white flag, to find some peace in surrender She stares out the window and feels too weak to try No zero sum game, when love’s worth the pain It was blind dumb luck, some might call it fate I bought my monkey a nice red suit Can I pet your monkey? Can I pet your monkey Last night I saw the girl next door Can I squeeze your monkey? Can I squeeze your monkey Every girl I bring home with me I took my monkey out to the mall I\u00edm going to spank your monkey, I’m going to spank your monkey, You can pet my monkey I found hard time, down in Mississippi I know that woman, got her a backdoor man Train whistle blowin, move me down the line Kind hearted woman, ease my worried mind I found hard time, down in Mississippi I don’t care, along you go Well, someday, baby Now you keep on bettin’ But someday, baby Are you tellin’ everybody Yes, but someday, baby You can find them in the darkness They can’t deny the constant yearning The newsman keeps reporting They live to play, they play the blues They don’t do it for the money It’s the lessons they’re not learning I hear footsteps in the garden Now I\u2019m The shattered mirror can\u2019t be replaced I don\u2019t know where we went wrong Now I\u2019m
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\nFrom the Big Mamou
\nMy love is real, my aim is true
\nWhen Mon Cher sings
\nIt set\u00eds me free
\nShe lifts me up
\nWhen she dance with me<\/p>\n
\nCan sing and dance
\nOh what a night
\nCherie, come on, take a chance
\nI\u00edm just a boy
\nFrom the Big Mamou
\nMon Cher, for true
\nI\u00edll take care of you<\/p>\n
\nFor true, for sure, she will wear my ring
\nI go tonight, to the big swaray
\nChantey Mon Cher and take my blues away<\/p>\n
\nChantey Mon Cher,
\nWhen that girl smiles the place goes wild
\nThe Bayou rocks like a hurricane<\/p>\n
\nMake no mistake
\nGonna marry that girl
\nMy Madame to make
\nOh Saturday night, At the Fais do do
\nFind paradise Mon Cher
\nWhen we go go<\/p>\n
\nFor true, for sure, she will wear my ring
\nI go tonight, to the big swaray
\nChantey Mon Cher and take my blues away<\/p>\n
\nChantey Mon Cher,
\nWhen that girl smiles the place goes wild
\nThe Bayou rocks like a hurricane<\/div><\/span><\/p>\nONE TURN DESERVES ANOTHER<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em>
\nTake one heart and then another
\nYou get back what you give my brother
\nLeave them crying, filled with shame
\nSlither on back home again<\/p>\n
\nThey love you till they see the beast
\nChiseled looks and chiseled heart
\nYou never finish what you start<\/p>\n
\nWhat goes around comes round my brother
\nWhat goes up must come down
\nPayback time in this payback town<\/p>\n
\nDo you even know who you are?
\nYour world is comfort, speed and lies
\nYou\u2019ve never had to compromise<\/p>\n
\nSend them where they\u2019ve been before
\nThe faceless masses know the way
\nMake em holler, make em pay<\/p>\n
\nWhat goes around comes round my brother
\nWhat goes up must come down
\nPayback time in this payback town<\/p>\n
\nHow much money do you need my brother?
\nWalk a mile in a poor man shoes
\nUnderstand what you got to lose<\/p>\n
\nDeserves another
\nOne turn, one turn, one turn
\nDeserves another
\nOne turn, one turn, one turn
\nDeserves another
\nOne turn, one turn, one turn
\nDeserves another<\/p>\n
\nTo see you on you\u2019re way back down<\/div>\nMAMA LIKES<\/h3>
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\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nShe’ll talk about heaven, cause she’s been through hell
\nShe talks about the time she spent in jail
\nMama’s got stories to tell<\/p>\n
\nShe work it to the right,
\nshe work it to the left
\nI’m up all night, I got no regrets
\nMama likes to make me sweat<\/p>\n
\nI like what Mama likes
\nWith Mama there’s no wrong just right
\nI like what Mama likes<\/p>\n
\nIt makes her smile, it makes her swing
\nShe yells, \u00ecCome on \u00ecStevie do yo thang\u00ee
\nMama likes to hear me sing<\/p>\n
\nI like what Mama likes
\nWith Mama there’s no wrong just right
\nI like what Mama likes<\/div>\nTHAT\u2019S HOW THEY ROLL<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith, Paul David Painter, Doug Ritter, Rick Salvador<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nGive him some money; he\u2019ll bring you love back
\nTurn on the TV, see the talking head
\nTrying to convince you that you\u2019re better off dead
\nThat\u2019s how they roll, that\u2019s how they roll
\nIt ain\u2019t nothing new, it\u2019s what they do
\nThat\u2019s how they roll<\/p>\n
\nSell him your soul and he\u2019ll make you a star
\nHe\u2019ll make you think he\u2019s your only friend
\nUntil he says boy you won\u2019t work in this town again
\nThat\u2019s how they roll, that\u2019s how they roll
\nIt\u2019s in their DNA, what they do not what they say
\nThat\u2019s how they roll<\/p>\n
\nEverything they\u2019ve got goes into the show
\nTake a piece of their heart it\u2019s all for you
\nThey give it up when they play the blues
\nThe preacher on Sunday goes on and on
\nTelling everybody all the things they\u2019ve done wrong
\nYou\u2019re going to hell boy; this old world\u2019s gonna end
\nGive me your money, I\u2019ll forgive all your sins<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s in their DNA, what they do not what they say
\nThat\u2019s how they roll
\nIt ain\u2019t nothing new, it\u2019s what they do
\nThat\u2019s how they roll<\/div>\nBACKROADS<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steve Canaday<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nI don\u2019t worry \u2018bout the weather
\nI take backroads, wherever I go
\nAnd I can\u2019t take no chances
\n\u2018cause I sure ain\u2019t got no answers
\nI take the backroads, wherever I go
\nThose four-lane freeways ain\u2019t got nothin\u2019 for me<\/p>\n
\nAnd I\u2019ll be rollin\u2019
\nOver them backroads of my home
\nOver them backroads of my home
\nWell I don\u2019t let things get risky
\n\u2018cause I might be drinkin\u2019 whisky
\nOut on them backroads of my home
\nYou don\u2019t see no hitchhikers
\nain\u2019t no semi-trucks or bikers
\nOut on them backroads of my home
\nThem four-lane freeways ain\u2019t got nothin\u2019 for me
\nand that all night rollin\u2019 to be where you got to be
\nIt ain\u2019t nowhere<\/p>\n
\nGimme them backroads of my home
\nI\u2019ve been busted for speedin\u2019
\nI\u2019ve been busted up and bleedin\u2019
\nOut on them backroads of my home
\nAnd you just might see me swimmin\u2019
\nYou might see me chase big women
\nOver them backroads of my home
\nThose four-lane freeways ain\u2019t got nothin\u2019 for me
\nJust gimme a six pack and a \u201850 Mercury
\nAnd I\u2019ll be rollin\u2019
\nOver them backroads of my home<\/div>\nLOVE WORTH THE PAIN<\/h3>
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\nPut things where they belong
\nIt’s time to face another day, try to be strong
\nThere in the hallway, she falls down to her knees
\nAnd calls out to no one listening, someone help me please<\/p>\n
\nA simple ask, love worth the pain<\/p>\n
\nThis wasn’t part of the plan
\nTrapped in an existence where she won’t dare take a stand
\nHe never raised a hand to her, or so she would say
\nHe broke her spirit with words, almost every day
\nAbuse without violence is abuse just the same
\nPraying for, love worth the pain<\/p>\n
\nShe knows that it’s wrong, to forget to remember
\nAnother compromise, and so it’s down to this
\nIt\u00eds daily suicide; you can’t feel what you don’t miss<\/p>\n
\nRecalling all the rainy days as she starts to cry
\nHalf truths and alibis, don’t justify the end
\nShe tries not to think about it as she fills her glass again<\/p>\n
\nIt’s an old refrain, love is worth the pain
\nDon’t fade away,
\nFind love worth the pain<\/div><\/span><\/p>\nMY MONKEY WON\u2019T BITE<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith
\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nA monkey was trapped on a fire escape
\nI looked at him, he looked at me
\nI climbed up and set that monkey free<\/p>\n
\nIn his red top hat he looked so cute
\nEvery woman I pass wants to know his name
\nThe question they ask is always the same<\/p>\n
\nYou can pet my monkey, baby my monkey won\u00edt bite<\/p>\n
\nShe wanted to play with my monkey some more
\nShe’s loves that ape, she thinks he’s cute
\nShe likes to squeeze my monkey and that’s the truth<\/p>\n
\nYou can squeeze my monkey, baby my monkey won’t bite<\/p>\n
\nWants to set my monkey free
\nThey say my monkey feels so nice
\nWhen’s it’s monkey business, they don’t think twice<\/p>\n
\nHe was actin a fool and having a ball
\nHe jumped up and grabbed a young girl’s hair
\nShe said that’s a bad little monkey and because I care<\/p>\n
\nYou can spank my monkey, baby my monkey won’t bite<\/p>\n
\nYou can pet my monkey
\nOooooh pet my monkey baby
\nYou can pet my monkey
\nYou can pet my money, cause baby . . .<\/div><\/span><\/p>\nMISSISSIPPI PORCH TIME<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith
\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI found hard time, down in Mississippi
\nBrown skin woman make me weap and moan
\nBig legged Mama shake the meat off my bone
\nI found hard times, down in Mississippi<\/p>\n
\nSweet lovin woman, got her a backdoor man
\nMy thirty-two twenty sure nuff did him some harm
\nJudge gave me 20 years on Parchmen Farm
\nI found hard times down in Mississippi<\/p>\n
\nTrain whistle blowin, move me down the line
\nDown to the crossroads where the Southern cross the Dog
\nHobo my way back to Arkansas
\nI found hard times, down in Mississippi<\/p>\n
\nKind hearted woman, ease my worried mind
\nI\u00edve got no time to weap and wail
\nCause there\u00eds a hell hound on my trail
\nI found hard time, down in Mississippi<\/p>\n
\nI found hard time, down in Mississippi
\nI found hard time, down in Mississippi
\nI found hard time, down in Mississippi<\/div><\/span><\/p>\nWORRIED LIFE BLUES<\/h3>
\nMultiple Authors
\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nI don’t care, along you stay
\nBut good kind of treatment
\nI’m bringing you home someday<\/p>\n
\nYou ain’t gonna worry my life anymore<\/p>\n
\nIf the dice don’t pay
\nCan’t you see, little girl
\nYou’re living too fast?<\/p>\n
\nYou ain’t gonna worry my life anymore<\/p>\n
\nIn the neighborhood
\n‘Cause you don’t love me, baby
\nYou didn’t mean me no good<\/p>\n
\nYou ain’t gonna worry my life anymore<\/div>\nTHE WHEEL<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith
\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nThey don’t see the light of day
\nYou won’t hear them on the radio
\nWith the music that they play
\nThey serve a cold hard mistress
\nHer solemn oath they swore
\nWhat little love she gives them,
\nKeeps them coming back for more<\/p>\n
\nAnd the wheel keeps turning back to you<\/p>\n
\nBut he’s missing most the game
\nAnd it makes me feel like fighting
\nFor the bad cats he won’t name
\nThese aren’t some pretty boy toys
\nTheir souls were born to rock
\nIt breaks their hearts in silence
\nWhen the torture never stops<\/p>\n
\nAnd the wheel keeps turning back to you<\/p>\n
\nThey don’t do it for the fame
\nIt’s the love of the music
\nThat keeps them in the game
\nThey leave a piece of their soul
\nIn every smoky bar
\nIt keeps their blues alive
\nWhile they’re reaching for the stars<\/p>\n
\nAnd the bridges they keep burning
\nThat keeps the wheel turning back to you<\/div><\/span><\/p>\nCRYIN FOR MERCY<\/h3>
\nWritten by Steven Elwyn Smith<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
\nI hear voices in the hall
\nMemories wash over me, here in the darkness
\nTill I just can\u2019t hold them all
\nWas it something that I said?
\nMaybe something I didn\u2019t do
\nWas it true love or tragedy?
\nThat put me on the road to you<\/p>\n
\nCryin for mercy
\nCryin for mercy, yeah yeah
\nCryin for mercy and nobody hears<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019ve picked up the pieces and I can\u2019t throw them away
\nHere\u2019s another fool, down on the floor
\nA broken heart begging for more<\/p>\n
\nA fool\u2019s heart runs in place
\nAfter all the bottles I tried to crawl inside
\nI still can see your face<\/p>\n
\nCryin for mercy
\nCryin for mercy
\nCryin for mercy and nobody hears
\nI\u2019m Cryin for mercy
\nCryin for mercy yeah yeah
\nI\u2019m Cryin for mercy and nobody hears<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"yoast_head":"\n