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Hunted Man Hans Theessink they hardly touch the ground Policedogs on my trail 'Cause I shot my woman down I caught my baby On a midnight creep Blew a bullet through her head Before she woke up from her sleep I'm a hunted Louisiana Man Hans Theessink Louisiana road Soon as I could walk, I had to carry a load Papa left when I was just about four Mama died, didn't want to live no more Louisian', Louisian' Lord have mercy Mercy on a Louisiana man Mandolin Man Hans Theessink real thing And I used to love yank’s mandolin I met yank Rachell some years ago Some place up north, we shared the show I felt so proud to be on the bandstand Play the blues with the mandolin man Traveling Man Hans Theessink I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone From the Mexican line to the windy city Ain't got much to loose And all I need is a good old country-blues Gypsy Blind Willie Hans Theessink Blind Willie, he was a blind man Blind Willie, he was a blind man Didn't have no eyesight, power in his hands Beatup Stella, big 12-string guitar Beatup Stella, big 12-string guitar Hot shot Willie Man With A Broken Heart Hans Theessink is sinking low My thoughts unclear, 'cause I don't know Where we went wrong, what made you want to part The house we used to call our home Feels cold and empty, now you're gone All you left is a man Soul Of A Man Hans Theessink I’m going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody’s children can tell me Just what is the soul of a man? Late Last Night Hans Theessink Conductor man, Mr. Flying Shoes Hans Theessink Flying shoes, flying shoes Running like a bullet, down the avenue Baby baby take my advice I tell you once and I tell you twice Mama I want you to understand I don't want you messing with no other man False Accusations Hans Theessink If I had money just like Henry Ford If I had money just like Henry Ford Have my breakfast here And my supper in New York They accused me of murder, never raised my hand I may be a poor man But Charly Stone Hans Theessink If you go down to South Rampart Street There's a man down there you'll likely meet: Charly Stone, playing his slide-trombone Little children dance around Dance to his happy sound Charly Stone, Midnight Special Hans Theessink up early in the morning, hear the toll bell ring Go walk up to the table, see the same damn thing Knife 'n fork are on the table, nothin' in my pan But if I complain about it, get trouble from the man My Baby Changed The Lock On Her Door Hans Theessink and my blue suede shoes And my old guitar, a Gibson Kalamazoo But how on earth could you throw out my rhythm 'n blues (Spoken: Especially that old Ray Charles record) They say you've got a new man Homeless Hans Theessink and you know that the hard times will All my money gone, everyday there's a knocking on the door All my money gone, everyday there's a loud knocking on the door It's that mean old rent collector-man Went To The Doctor Hans Theessink don't mind If the boogie woogie kills me, Lordie, I don't mind Went to the doctor, doctor told me son Ain't very wise what you done done If you don't skip your sporting life You gonna be a dead man Sail On Hans Theessink sail on, I won't lie down My love is waiting on the other shore I will sail on, I won't lie down From the Arizona desert I bring you burning sand Bring you ancient wisdom from the red and yellow man Bluesdoctor Hans Theessink he'll soothe your soul Make you wanna shuffle, wanna rock 'n roll If you're sick, you can be sure Bluesdoctor, got the cure Down in Mississippi, delta land He's the blues healer, he's the boogie man Cajun Boogie Hans Theessink Alligator jumps around Wags his tail to the squeeze-box sound There's a fish-fry and there's hot gumbo4 Come on baby let's go Tune up the fiddle, roisin' up the bow Listen to the fiddle of Old Man Bourgeois Blues Hans Theessink White folks in Washington they do know how Throw a man a nickel just to see him bow Lord it's a bourgeois town ... Hard Road Blues Hans Theessink , take up on the road Grab my suitcase, take up on the road I'm going away, where I've never been before Moon going down, sun rising in the east Moon going down, sun rising in the east Another man Paint The Town Hans Theessink the rainbow We gonna paint the town Tonight we're getting down We gonna paint the town All colors of the rainbow We gonna paint the town Find a loud bar A whining slide-guitar And a bass man Rolling Stone Hans Theessink rolling stone A rolling stone gathers no moss Never know if he'll be back again Roads to travel and bridges to cross Come and go with the wind Hey mama tell me, why did she leave home She loved a man Living In The Fast lane Hans Theessink mind fly free But that goddamn' habit is killing by degree Living in the fast lane, never go slow Living in the fast lane, anything goes Builds walls around you, bars up the door Makes a strong man Sidewalk Hobo Hans Theessink a simple tune Or the words to the songs that he had wrote Take me back to Memphis, I've got to do some things I've been in this city way too long And it lays heavy on my mind when I see another man The Planet Hans Theessink too low The planet still keeps turning Draws a circle 'round the sun Seasons come and seasons go What's been done Can't be made undone Fires of hate are burning They're burning everywhere Man Johnny & The Devil Hans Theessink jive and Johnny can boogie Let the music flow so free Play the strings so you can hear them ring Through the bayou1 country Now the people came from near and far When they heard about the guitar-man Lonely Days & Lonely Nights Hans Theessink Love Sweet Love (Version 1) Hans Theessink Dough Roller Blues Hans Theessink Cuckoo Hans Theessink