B. J. Sharp:
Teddy Andreadis:
James E. Gadson:
Gerald F. Johnson:
Miles Joseph:
(A. Mirikitani/Dennis Walker) Full Keel Music Co. (ASCAP)/Mirikitani Music (ASCAP)/Robischon Publishing (BMI) All rights on behalf of Mirikitani Music administered by Full Keel Music Co. All rights on behalf of Robischon Publishing administered by BUG Music.
I sure do miss my baby Drums: James E. Gadson/Bass: Johnny Griparic/ Lead Guitar: Miles Joseph Rhythm Guitar: A. Mirikitani/Hammond B-3 & Piano: Arlan Scheirbaum
(A. Mirikitani/D. Walker) Full Keel Music Co. (ASCAP)/Mirikitani Music (ASCAP)/Robischon Publishing (BMI) All rights on behalf of Mirikitani Music administered by Full Keel Music Co. All rights on behalf of Robischon Publishing administered by BUG Music. Long, lean and mean, you fit the bill Just what I needed when I needed a thrill Red hot and ready, you promise it all I know I ain't the only fool kickin' in your stall Can't keep a hold on you No I can't keep a hold on you Good lookin' as they get Too dangerous you bet I can't keep a hold on you You gave me promises I know you can't keep I still believe cause I'm in too deep I play this thing out one night at a time You got your reasons, baby I got mine CHORUS You got your secrets, ...they show Fool for you, baby, ...I know A man like you is one of a kind Trying to hold you down would make me outta my mind CHORUS Drums: J. E. Gadson/Bass: Gerald F. Johnson/ Guitars: M. Joseph Piano: A. Schierbaum/Percussion: Nikki Marie Mirikitani
(Harry Middlebrooks) Lowery Music Group (BMI) I don't deserve to be with you I don't deserve to see you smile I just deserve to stand here cryin' Like a poor, redheaded, motherless child You gave so much of yourself, dear You asked me for so little in return I was too damn blind to see So without you, I guess I'm gonna have to learn I should have known it was so right, baby That sweet love we tried so hard to share I put my faith in somebody else Lost the only one who really ever cared REPEAT VERSE 3 I don't deserve to be with you As these years keep on rollin', I watch them roll on by Please don't you stand there with those tears in your eyes Cause I'm the one, you know I'm the one I Deserve to cry VAMP VERSE 4 Drums: J.E. Gadson/Bass: J. Griparic/ Guitars: M. Joseph/Hammond B-3: Mike Finnigan/ Piano: Teddy Andreadis /Flugelhorn: D. John Papenbrook/Tenor Sax: Tom Peterson
(A. Mirikitani/D. Walker/B.J. Sharp) Full Keel Music Co. (ASCAP)/Mirikitani Music (ASCAP)/Robischon Publishing (BMI)/Bailey Gurl Music (BMI)/Critique Music Publishing Co (BMI) All rights on behalf of Mirikitani Music administered by Full Keel Music Co. All rights on behalf of Robischon Publishing administered by BUG Music. Rain beatin' down on my window Another night, I'm all alone All week long I keep myself busy Then that empty feeling starts to grow I think about all my good friends I reach out, I pick up that AT&T telephone Thinkin' who can I call Who could I bother When everybody's tired and stayin' up at home Sunday night was you and me, we were together Gave me lovin', treated me so right Thinkin' About all them crazy things we used to do On that rainy Sunday night I guess I should have seen this mess coming In life, even good things they gotta change I could see them storm clouds building Praying please God, don't let it rain It was cold and dark on that Sunday morning And I knew my lovin' man was gone away I really don't think he meant to hurt me Why did he have to choose my favorite day? CHORUS Lord, I got to find a way to live with this Only so much that I can do Can't be tellin' God to change the weather Just so I don't get those Sunday blues CHORUS Drums: J.E. Gadson/Bass: G.F. Johnson/Guitars: M. Joseph Hammond B-3: Mike Finnigan/Wurlitzer Piano: A. Scheirbaum
(A. Mirikitani/D. Walker) Full Keel Music Co. (ASCAP)/Mirikitani Music (ASCAP)/Robischon Publishing (BMI) All rights on behalf of Mirikitani Music administered by Full Keel Music Co. All rights on behalf of Robischon Publishing administered by BUG Music. Baby when I need your attention It seems like you're never around When I lay and stare at the ceiling You' re long gone way cross town I don' t mind a little frustration Baby, enough is enough Some days I need all your attention Some nights I need that funky stuff Your mama's talkin' You better listen up Your mama's talkin' You' re running clean out of luck Your mama's talkin' Saying times they are tough Your mama's talkin' I need more of that funky stuff I ain't one gonna keep on beggin I made my case very clear You don't pay me no never mind Even when I cry them salty tears Ain't gonna hold it against you But it's time you understand I gotta big sorta hunger It takes a full time man CHORUS Don't try to tell me I'm crazy Don't tell me that I need too much I don't need no explanations I go by the feel...I go by the touch Maybe you can do without it Maybe you get some on the side Maybe it's me you're tired of Just tell me if our love has died Don't leave me hanging in limbo I can find somebody new I can find someone to please me The way that you used to CHORUS VAMP Drums: Lee Spath/Bass: J. Griparic/ Guitars: A. Mirikitani/Hammond B-3 & Backing Vocals: T. Andreadis/Tenor & Baritone Sax: T. Peterson Flugelhorn & Trumpet: D. J. Papenbrook/Percussion & Backing Vocals: N. Mirikitani
At the top of my game No one man could hold me I came and went as I pleased I had them men down on their knees I had them beggin', baby At the top of my game At the top of my game At the top of my game I'd break a heart in two I'd move on to someone new I had no time for the blues, what a shame At the top of my game I was cookin' at the top of my game There comes this man Now the tables they are turned Look who's being cool, baby Look who's getting burned There comes this man Who would have ever guessed Their love would slow me down And make me lose half a step At the top of my game I could tell a lie so well I could weave a magic spell I left the bodies where they fell At the top of my game I was cookin' at the top of my game REPEAT VERSE 3 At the top of my game It never hurt to say good-bye I never had no sleepless nights I dreamed I could always fly untamed At the top of my game I was cookin' at the top of my game VAMP Drums: L. Spath/Bass: Marc Goldberg/Guitars: A. Mirikitani/Hammond B-3: Mike Thompson
(A. Mirikitani/B.J. Sharp) Full Keel Music Co. (ASCAP)/Mirikitani Music (ASCAP)/Bailey Gurl Music (BMI)/Critique Music Publishing Co (BMI) All rights on behalf of Mirikitani Music administered by Full Keel Music Co. Ham and eggs for breakfast, grits and cornbread too Don' t forget the gravy, see what it'll do for you Keep on cookin' Smokin' girl If you want to get a man Get the grease poppin' in the pan Keep on cookin' Fry up a mess of chicken, cut some corn on the cob Feed the man his lunch and make him do his dirty job Keep on cookin' Don't burn it, baby REFRAIN Don't feed him nothin' from the microwave Only give the man the food that he does crave Never, never give him nothin' straight out of the can Sure fire way you're gonna lose your lovin' man Keep on cookin' When he comes home from work, give him champagne on ice Country fried ham and steak, daddy gonna treat you right Keep on cookin' Tear it up, girl If you want to keep your man Do everything you can Learn how to cook, girl! REPEAT VERSE 3 VAMP REFRAIN Drums: J. E. Gadson/Bass: G. F. Johnson/Guitars: A. Mirikitani/Hammond B-3: A. Scheirbaum/Trumpet: D.J. Papenbrook/Tenor & Baritone Sax: T. Peterson
Critique Music Publishing Co (BMI) VAMP You're cheatin' on me You're cheatin' on me Oh, it hurts me so bad Baby boy, you're cheatin' on me When I ask you where you been Don't you look at me and grin I know you're cheatin' on me I don't ask you for much out of life Don't need no fancy house, don't need to be your wife But you're cheatin' on me Cheatin' on me I been watchin' where you been You keep going back again I know you're cheatin' on me You're cheatin' on me Oh baby, cheatin' on me Sneakin' in the back door, baby Mama knows you're cheatin' on me When I ask you where you been You kinda look at me and grin I know you're cheatin' on me You think we women, we don't know the score Smell of another woman on you, I don't want you no more You're cheatin' on me Smellin' funny, honey Cheatin' on me I don't want you no more You been messin' with that down & dirty whore You're cheatin' on me Cheatin' on me Cheatin' on me I been so good to you, baby Better than I been to myself I ask you where you been You look at me and grin Mama knows you're cheatin' on me I'm gonna pack your clothes up, set them on the street Put on five girdles, baby and go out and meet A man that won't Cheat on me Comin' home smellin' funny, honey Cheatin' on me I don't want you no more You been messin' with that dirty whore Baby, you're cheatin' on me You're cheatin' on me Baby, cheatin' on me Sneakin' in the back at 5 A.M. Mama knows you're cheatin' on me I don't want you no more You been messin' with that down & dirty whore You're cheatin' on me
Drums: L. Spath/Bass: M. Goldberg/Lead Guitar: A. Mirikitani
Tied up, tied down, and twisted You got my heart wrapped up in chains Tied up, tied down, and twisted You got my heart wrapped up in chains I can tell by the way that you treat me darlin' My whole life will never be the same I found handcuffs in the closet, hid away so I can't see Lord, I wonder who you use them on, baby Cause you're not using them on me Tied up, tied down, and twisted You got my whole life wrapped up in chains I could tell by the way that you treat me, darlin' My whole life, it ain't ever gonna be the same I'm gonna pick up all your playthings, baby Line them up one by one Start from A to Z, I'm gonna have myself a lot of fun Tied up, tied down, and twisted You know you got my heart tied up in chains Mama told by the way you treat me, darlin' My whole life ain't ever gonna be the same Tied up, tied down, and twisted Drums: L. Spath/Bass: M. Goldberg/Guitars: A. Mirikitani Hammond B-3: M. Thompson
(Al Cleveland/Jack Peterson/B.J. Sharp) Al Cleveland (ASCAP)/Bailey Gurl Music (BMI) /Critique Music Publishing Co (BMI) You walk into the room You look into his eyes From that moment on Baby, you're paralyzed Dealing with chemistry Rarely happens now to you or me I know I'm feeling chemistry Don't even know his name Or if you're gonna see him again All you know and feel I wish you'd get over here REFRAIN My body's going through a transformation Listening to your sweet, sweet conversation Let's spend the rest of the night Finding out if our chemistry is right If tomorrow brings to light What we're gonna do right here tonight Don't want to tell no stories Don't want to tell no lies REFRAIN Makes funny feelings come all over me Wanna wrap you up and take you home with me ...Chemistry Drums: J.E. Gadson/Bass: G.F. Johnson/Lead & Acoustic Guitars: M. Joseph Hammond B-3 & Clavinet: A. Scheirbaum/Percussion: N. Mirikitani
One last slow blues, close the show I saw you dance with her God, man that hurt me so Baby, why did you have to bring your new love around so soon Why you wanna rub salt in my wounds? I ain't bitter, I ain't one to judge She won you fair and square and I hold no grudge Baby, did you wanna bring your new love around so soon Why you wanna rub salt in my wounds? Couldn't you wait til the healing hands of time Squeeze out the pain from my heart Couldn't you wait til my blues and bitter pride... Til it wasn't torn apart? So take your prize, boy Just walk on away We both have lived to love We're gonna love another day Baby, why did you have to bring your new love around so soon Why did you wanna rub salt down deep in my wounds? Why did you wanna rub salt in my wounds? VAMP Drums: L. Spath/Bass: M. Goldberg/Guitars: A. Mirikitani Hammond B-3: M. Thompson
(A. Mirikitani/D. Walker) Full Keel Music Co. (ASCAP)/Mirikitani Music (ASCAP)/Robischon Publishing (BMI) All rights on behalf of Mirikitani Music administered by Full Keel Music Co. All rights on behalf of Robischon Publishing administered by BUG Music. You snap your fingers You know I'm your fool And I always lose control For your lovin' arms I would pay with my heart But the hurt slowly takes its toll It just ain't worth it, after a while No it just ain't worth it For a long, long time I took it with a smile It just ain't worth it, after a while I've lied to myself I've hoped for the best Still you've done me so wrong I've loved you so much And I've lived with the pain And I can only do that for so long CHORUS I love you more now than ever And it's hard to see us torn apart I never thought I'd see the day I'd have to pack it up, and walk away It just ain't worth it, baby You're not to blame for your bad blood For the anger locked inside I'm black and blue So damn tired, too Just holding on for dear life CHORUS Drums: L. Spath/Bass: J. Griparic/Guitars: A. Mirikitani/Piano: Arlan Scheirbaum/Tenor Sax: T. Peterson |