Here is the All-Music Guide's page on Joe Louis Walker.
This page contains lyrics to the following song(s):
This is the title track from his Verve/Gitanes CD, recorded in 1992 in California. In this funky song he tells of the obstacles he had to overcome in his career; keeping the blues alive, as it were, while the blues were keeping him alive.
True blues survivor I'm a true blues survivor, I'm proud I am I tried a little bit of this and a little bit of that Searching for something that would be right for me Tryin' to find some place where I belong at I tried a little rock, I tried a little roll I tried a little top hit(?) and I tried a little soul Hey hey you don't know what it's like Fightin' the powers all of my life I've got my own way of walkin' My own way of talkin' I'll do what I want and I'll do what I like Yeah yeah Sixteen years old, I'm fresh outa school Tryin' to figure out what I wanna do I couldn't find no work and I couldn't stay at home The only thing to do was to sing the blues I practise every day, go travellin' every night Tryin' not to get it wrong, I'm still tryin' to get it right Hey hey you don't know what I've done All my life I've beren under the gun I wanna do my own drivin' I'm true blues survivin' And that's what's keepin' me strong strong strong Yeah yeah (solo) (I'm a true blues survivor) I've been left in distress up sky high (I'm a true blues survivor) I've been busted and mistrusted, left by myself (I'm a true blues survivor) I've been up, I've been down, left all around (I'm a true blues survivor) I been busted, mistrusted, I been up, I been down, locked in, left out, kept me hangin' around (I'm a true blues survivor) (I'm a true blues survivor) (I'm a true blues survivor)
This song can be found on the CD "The Gift" (Hightone Records, 1988)
Mama didn't raise no fool (D. Walker - J. L. Walker) If I was a fool, it would sure be easy I could fall, oh baby, for your wicked smile Buy you a drink, whisper some lie, oh no And we could go somewhere quiet, for a little while But my mama she didn't raise no fool She said, you be careful what you do Don't let no-one take advantage of you But my mama she didn't raise no fool No fool If I was a fool, I'd forget those promises I already have made Wipe my woman from my mind, so we could play, oh baby If I was a fool, I'd follow you home I would hug you, kiss you and squeeze you, all night long But no... My mama she didn't raise no fool She said, you be careful what you do Don't let no-one take advantage of you Cause my ma she didn't raise no fool
From his Hightone Records CD "Cold Is The Night", a J. L. Walker composition with an intriguing, suggestive title.
There once was a man, who loved to sing the blues He'd two pair of pants and just one pair of shoes But when he's moan that lowdown dirty blues People come a-runnin' from miles around Just to hear what he was puttin' down That is why they call him The moanin' news The moanin' news Late at night, when he start to make his move He irons his pants, and shines those pair of shoes And then he moan that gutbucket downhome blues People would begin to jump and shout After they had heard what he was talkin' about That is why they call him The moanin' blues The moanin' blues He starts to moan He said "A-hoo... A-hoo..." He start to moan He said "A-hoo... A-hoo..." People come a-runnin' from far away Just to hear what the man had to say That is why they call him The moanin' blues The moanin' blues Later on, when he finally found success He come back home, and tried to get some rest And he could moan, that funky urban blues Now that you're in, you turn on your TV You never guessed who you might see The man they used to call The moanin' blues The moanin' blues The moanin' blues The moanin' blues
This song was written by Henry Oden, Joe Louis' long-time bass player. It's on the CD "The Gift".
I want you to put me under your shade tree Please get me out of the sun I want you to put me under your shade tree Please get me out of the sun Cause I'm your shade tree mechanic And heaven knows that I'm the one I can oil and lube you And not lose a single drop, no no I can cool you down When you start to runnin' hot I'm your shade tree mechanic I never leave my shady spot I can check your battery baby With my special pressure gage My work is guaranteed Guaranteed for thirty days I want you to put me under your shade tree Please get me out of the sun Cause I'm your shade tree mechanic And heaven knows I'm the one (guitar solo) I want you to put me under your shade tree Please get me out of the sun I want you to put me under your shade tree Please get me out of the sun Cause I'm your shade tree mechanic And heaven knows I'm the one You say your drive shaft may misfire Your piston rod is running flat Don't you worry about a thing I got the tools for that I want you to put me under your shade tree Please get me out of the sun My work is guaranteed I've got just what you need You can call me day or night I'll always treat u right I am the one
Another blues about being a blues singer, from the CD "Cold Is The Night" (Hightone Records, 1986)
Ten More Shows To Play (D. Walker - L. Fulson) Tonight I'm in Houston, then Dallas and L.A. My woman need me with her but I got ten more shows to play How long 'fore she'll ask me to choose Between her lovin' and these ever lovin' blues I've hit the road before, she never once complained This time she was cryin' when I got on the plane I'm hopin' and I'm prayin' she can wait and be true And not be discouraged without the things we used to do How long 'fore she'll ask me to choose Between her lovin' and these ever lovin' blues All right... I'm sittin' here in misery, you know I'm on the spot That woman and this guitar is all I've really got How long 'fore she'll ask me to choose Between her lovin' and these ever lovin' blues Tonight I'm in Houston, then Dallas and L.A. My woman need me with her but I got ten more shows to play
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