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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. Johnny & The Devil Hans Theessink Johnny was a country boy Made his living off the land Every Saturday night he'd play the guitar With the boys in the local band Now the devil he played with golden fingers Near the waters he did 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 Louisiana Man Hans Theessink on a Louisiana man I heard Blind Lemon singing in the street I loved that sound and I loved that beat Led that blind man by the hand Deep Ellem, Texas, across the Texas borderland I never will Mandolin Man Hans Theessink years Sweetest music that ever touched my ears When I heard sleepy John Estes sing First time I heard yank’s mandolin Played with Hammie Nixon and Sleepy John Kept me glued to the gramophone Such a The Planet Hans Theessink Hard times behind us Hard times ahead It's a miracle we're still living It's a wonder we ain't dead I read it in the paper Heard it on the news This old world's in trouble People, we're all chased Man With A Broken Heart Hans Theessink man with a broken heart The band still plays our favorite song But I can't stand to dance alone Drown my memories, drinking at the bar Wished this beer would numb my brain Wished this wine would Soul On Fire Hans Theessink Here comes my baby, dressed in blue Hey sweet woman I’m crazy ‘bout you Oh baby, you set my soul on fire Here comes my baby, dressed in white Hey sweet woman let me hold you tonight Oh baby, you Bluesdoctor Hans Theessink Your mind is troubled, you feel lowdown Looking for help, can't be found Here's a number, call anytime Get the bluesdoctor, on the line Bluesdoctor, he knows just what you need Bluesdoctor, puts Hunted Man Hans Theessink I'm running, running, running Feet 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 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 Flying Shoes Hans Theessink Baby baby don't you know What happened to me a while ago I may be wrong and I may be right When I came home and I turned on the light Somebody running out your backdoor Never seen a thing move that Homeless Hans Theessink When the weatherman says sunshine and the beams don't never touch your window-sill You know the good times didn't get you and you know that the hard times will All my money gone, everyday there's a Sidewalk Hobo Hans Theessink His footsteps echoed softly through the early morning hour The slowness of his move should be a warning From the trash he digs a pair of socks and yesterday's flowers What a way to start a monday-morning Bourgeois Blues Hans Theessink Come along people, listen to me Don't try to find no home in Washington DC Lord it's a bourgeois town, it's a bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues I'm gonna spread the news all around Me and Cajun Boogie Hans Theessink Come on baby come along with me Down to the bayou1 country To the swamplands where the cajuns2 go Do the zydeco3 Alligator jumps around Wags his tail to the squeeze-box sound There's a fish-fry My Baby Changed The Lock On Her Door Hans Theessink changed the lock on her door The key I've got, it just don't fit no more My mama told me, my papa told me too My dear old mother told me, my papa told me too Settle down with that woman, she'll make a 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 Went To The Doctor Hans Theessink Been across the country, been a-travellin' 'round Been in every city, been in every town Lived the hard life, drinkin' whiskey and wine If the boogie woogie kills me, Lordie, I don't mind I don't Sail On Hans Theessink I've been sailing ten thousand years I've been to far off lands, crossed the seven seas I've seen empires rise, seen the heads of the mighty fall I shared my bread with peasants, kings and all Mississippi Hans Theessink Starting out of Memphis, highway 61 Traces of the places where the blues began Sun is blazing, horizon far Echoes of a national steel guitar Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi Call Me Hans Theessink When darkness lies heavy, the night is too long You need a shoulder, you can lean on Call me, call me The words of a lovesong are hurting your soul Your lover has left you standing out in the cold Paint The Town Hans Theessink Work is almost done Weekend coming on We can stay at home Kick off our shoes Or take a cab downtown Let our hair down Party all night long Like we used to do Tonight, tonight Bright city light Going Home Hans Theessink The music’s over and the crowd is gone We really rocked the joint tonight Get on the bus, head for the road Watch out for those highway signs Got a woman waiting down the line At the brighter side Journey On Hans Theessink on We must journey on We may be tried and we may be denied But we must journey on Evil will tell you silver-tongued lies Lead you off that narrow road Sweet-talking temptation Tryin' to get a Homecooking Hans Theessink Do some homecooking baby Do some homecooking baby Do some homecooking baby Satisfy my soul Ate from a box at Micky D's Dined in the rainbow-room I've eaten with my hands I've used a silver spoon New Orleans Hans Theessink Sixty-one out of Baton Rouge Down Louisian' Heading for the gulf of Mexico Sun is beating, ain't no breeze Spanish moss from big old trees Listening to the cajun1 radio Going down on the Mississippi 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, Rolling Stone Hans Theessink Hey mama tell me, where's little sister gone Sorry son but she long gone Took to the breeze, let her long hair flow She took to the road, with a rolling stone A rolling stone gathers no moss Never