Elmore James was born in Richland, Mississippi in 1978 and died in Chicago in 1963. His version of Robert Johnson's Dust My Broom was his biggest success, and its bottleneck guitar riff was re-used many times by Elmore himself and countless epigones.
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Written by Elmore James and recorded in 1959. This song be found on the Charly R&B CD "Elmore James: Shake Your Moneymaker".
I roll and I tumble, cried the whole night long Yes I roll and I tumble, I cried the whole night long I got up this morning, feeling that something going on wrong Well now want you to love me baby, or please let me be Yes love me baby, or please let me be If you don't like my peaches please don't shake my tree Well I want you to love me baby, and come on and say you'll be mine I want you to love me baby, come and say you'll be mine If you don't like my potatoes, please don't dig up my vine
Written and recorded by Elmore James in 1961. This song be found on the Charly R&B CD "Elmore James: Shake Your Moneymaker".
Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker and then --- Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker and then --- I got a girl who lives up on the hill I got a girl who lives up on the hill Says she gonna love me but I don't believe she will You gotta shake your moneymaker You gotta shake your moneymaker You gotta shake your moneymaker You gotta shake your moneymaker You gotta shake your moneymaker And then --- I got a girl and she just won't be true I got a girl and she just won't be true She's locked to the bridge, she won't do a thing I tell her to do She won't shake her moneymaker, won't shake her moneymaker, She wanna roll her activator, She won't shake her moneymaker, She won't shake her moneymaker, She won't ---
Seems like I heard that lonesome Sunnyland blow Seems like I heard that lonesome Sunnyland blow Now it blowing just like it won't be back no more Well I feel bad this morning, feel just like I want to cry Feel bad this morning, feel just like I want to cry Well my baby rode that Sunnyland this mornin', she didn't even once say goodbye I got a letter from my baby, and she said she was coming home Got a letter from my baby, and she said she was coming home Well sat around waiting, baby, and I hope it won't be long She said, cool down papa, now you better change your way She said, cool down papa, and you better change your way Yeah it's true, you know I love you baby, and you gonna need my help some day
Recorded in 1959. This song be found on the Charly R&B CD "Elmore James: Shake Your Moneymaker".
The Sky Is Crying (James, Robinson, Lewis) The sky is crying, look at the tears roll down the street The sky is crying, look at the tears roll down the street I'm waiting in tears for my baby, and I wonder where can she be? I saw my baby one morning, and she was walking down the street I saw my baby one morning, yes she walking on down the street Make me feel so good until my poor heart would skip a beat I got a bad feeling, my baby, my baby don't love me no more I got a bad feeling, my baby don't love me no more Now the sky been crying, the tears rolling down my door
Written by Elmore James. Recorded in 1957. This song be found on the Charly R&B CD "Elmore James: Shake Your Moneymaker".
I feel bad, I feel terrible, I'm just as sad as I can be I feel bad, I feel terrible, I'm just as sad as I can be I let a boy that's twelve years old, take my baby away from me He used to hang around my grill, until late into the night He used to hang around my grill, until late into the night Well I never dreamed that my baby and that boy could be so tight Well if a young boy hangs around you, you better do what I should have did Well if a young boy hangs around you, you better do what I should have did Well you send him over to your neighbors and hope your neighbors like kids
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