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I heard that you're looking for a brand new love
Let me tell you who I'm thinking of
He will spin you like a hurricane
Get you wetter than a river in the rain
It's me - Baby, it's me
I may not be here long but a good time is guaranteed
Who's reputation is hard to beat
Just ask any pretty girl you meet
Who's service is second to none
When and where you want it and very hands-on
It's me - Baby, it's me
I may not be here long but a good time is guaranteed
Don't pick a flower with a drooping head
Thin and weedy and looking half-dead
Don't be wasting your time with them
what you need is a long thick stem
It's me - Baby, it's me
I may not be here long but a good time is guaranteed
Look around you and it won't take long
for you to see that I'm the only one
and when you're ready to give me a go
Just dial my number - oh, oh, oh
It's me - Baby, it's me
I may not be here long but a good time is guaranteed
Written by Mark Cole © 2006 Mark Cole
Mark Cole - vocals, harp
Rick Edwards - guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Jeff 'Drummerboy' Hayes - drums
Well I’m crying down in Clarksdale cause my Baby
can’t be found
Well I’m crying down in Clarksdale cause my Baby can’t be
found
The sky is crying too and the rain is pouring down
Well I’m crying down in Clarksdale and my heart
is broke again
Well I’m crying down in Clarksdale and my heart is broke again
Well my love is lost like my tears in the rain
I’m crying down in Clarksdale and I don’t
know what to do
I’m crying down in Clarksdale and people I don’t know what
to do
All I got is the rain but all I really want is you
I’m standing here on Delta and my clothes is soaking
wet
Well my life won’t ever be the same and I ain’t done cryin
yet
I guess I’ll keep on walking you know I got nothing else to do
Well I’m crying down in Clarksdale you know the sky is crying too
Written by Mark Cole © 2006 Mark Cole
Mark Cole - vocals, slide guitar
Rick Edwards - guitar
Pinetop Perkins - piano
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Jeff 'Drummerboy' Hayes - drums
Written by Richard Poley-Edwards © 2006 Richard Poley-Edwards
Rick Edwards - guitar
Mark Cole - harp
Phil Wooten - second guitar
You Can't Have The Hoo Without The Do
You say your woman has changed
You say she's lost her fire
Well you can't keep her hot
down the telephone wire
If you want the magic back
It's all down to you
'Cause you can't have the hoo without the do
Man, you gotta work hard
Get yourself in shape
She wants a thinking man
Not an ignorant ape
You gotta show her everyday
that you'll always come through
You can't have the hoo without the do
Talk to her over breakfast
Take her somewhere nice at night
Take her shopping at the weekend
Do the chores without a fight
Let her know she's worth the effort
She's gonna make the effort too
You can't have the hoo without the do
Ain't no magic wand
No gypsy goober dust
You want a thing to shine
you gotta rub at the rust
Takes more than a mojo
to make the magic new
'Cause you can't have the hoo without the do
Written by Mark Cole © 2006 Mark Cole
Mark Cole - vocals, harp
Rick Edwards - guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Sam Carr - drums
When I see you, when I see you, when I see you
Walking down the road with him
I wish somebody, I wish somebody
I wish somebody would walk with me like that
When I smell you, when I smell you, when I smell you
smelling so good for him
I wish somebody, I wish somebody
I wish somebody would smell like that for me
When I hear you, when I hear you, when I hear you
Making love with him
I wish somebody, I wish somebody
I wish somebody would make love with me like that
When I see you, when I see you, when I see you
Hugging and kissing him
I wish somebody, I wish somebody
I wish somebody would hug and kiss me too
Written by Mark Cole © 2006 Mark Cole
Mark Cole - vocals, guitar
Rick Edwards - second guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Sam Carr - drums
Well I'm going down south, down to Mississippi
Down to Mississippi, down to Clarksdale town
Follow my baby, I heard she's Clarksdale bound
Been a while, I hope she's safe and sound
Well she went down south, down to Mississippi
She heard there was a job in Clarksdale town
Heard about the music, that's what brought her down
Well I guess I have to follow wherever she is bound
Well I found my girl way down south,
South in Mississipi round Clarksdale town,
Found her singing in a three piece band
Well she knew I'd follow, she knew I was her man
Well I'm going down south, down to Mississippi
Down to Mississippi, down to Clarksdale town
Follow my baby, I heard she's Clarksdale bound
Been a while, I hope she's safe and sound
Well If you're ever down south, south in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi, down in Clarksdale town
Wave your hand to my baby and me
We're singing in a band, and we're happy as can be
Written by Rick Edwards © 2006 Rick Edwards
Rick Edwards - vocals, guitar
Mark Cole - harp
Came home early last Monday, she was standing in the
hall,
With twenty seven suitcases stacked against the wall,
I knew she was leavin, but never knew she had so many clothes
She took half out to the taxi, said "you can carry those"
Friday night, I decided to go down town
I looked for my best shirt and pants but they were nowhere to be found
I met my buddys later and they were looking mighty fine
Suddenly I realised that all the clothes they wore were mine
I aked where they got 'em, said "We bought 'em
fair and square
From a lady selling on eBay, and she got plenty more on there"
And sho 'nuff there it was - from my hat down to my shoes
She's sold everything I have and left me with the eBay blues
I found a box of goodies my used-to-be forgot
I logged on to eBay and I listed the whole damn lot
You can see 'em if you want to - you and all the eBay boys
Video and naked photos of my ex playin' with her toys
Written by Mark Cole © 2006 Mark Cole
Mark Cole - vocals, harp
Rick Edwards - guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Sam Carr - drums
Now you know this world wasn't made in one day
Now can't we talk it over before you go away
So come back darlin', let's talk it over one more time
Now my heart is full of sorrow, eyes is full of tears
Now you been gone twenty four hours, seems like a million years
So come back baby, let's talk it over one more time
Now you know this world wasn't made in one day
Now can't we talk it over before you go away
So come back darlin', let's talk it over one more time
Now I'm gonna sing this time darlin', ain't gonna sing
no more
Now my time roll around, I believe I've got to go
So come back darlin', let's talk it over one more time
Written by Willie 'Pinetop' Perkins © 2006 Willie 'Pinetop' Perkins
Pinetop Perkins - vocals, piano
Mark Cole - harp
Rick Edwards - guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Jeff 'Drummerboy' Hayes - drums
Written by Richard Poley-Edwards © 2006 Richard Poley-Edwards
Rick Edwards - guitar
Mark Cole - resonator guitar
Stan Street - harp
I’m Moving On, You know I’ve had my fill
of you
I’m Moving On, Girl I’ve had my fill of you
You been so bad to me, this time we’re through
I’m Moving On, But I don’t know where I’ll
go
I’m Moving On, But I don’t know where I’ll go
Anywhere’s gonna be better without you, that much I know for sure
I’m Moving On, And I really don’t care what
you think
I’m Moving On, And don’t care what you think
The way you treat your man, it’s enough to drive a man to drink
I’m Moving On, ain’t gonna leave no number
to call
I’m Moving On, ain’t gonna leave no number to call
You’ve had your fill of me and me of you
Babe, ain’t got nothin’ more to say, that’s all
I’m Moving On, You can watch my shadow as I go
I’m Moving On, Just watch my shadow as I go
Well I ain’t gonna wave you goodbye, ‘cause you made it quite
clear you don’t want me no more
I’m Moving On, You know I’m moving on right
now
I’m Moving On, I’m Moving On right now
No matter what you say or do, you ain’t gonna keep me round here
anyhow
Written by Mark Cole/Terry Williams © 2006 Mark Cole/Terry Williams
Mark Cole - vocals
Terry 'Big T' Williams - lead guitar
Rick Edwards - guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Jeff 'Drummerboy' Hayes - drums
You told me that you didn't love me
and you didn't want me hanging around
baby it's true that I wanna go too
but right now I'm standing my ground
'cause I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
And I'm staying right here 'til it's safe down there
yeah I'm standing on the edge
We've become different people
we lost the love we had at the start
and I'm happy that you found a new lover
but baby, I've got to the part
where I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
And I'm staying right here 'til it's safe down there
yeah I'm standing on the edge
I'm on the side of a mountain
with a bridge heading into the fog
until it's clear and I can see the other side
I ain't going to cross that log
so I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
And I'm staying right here 'til it's safe down there
yeah I'm standing on the edge
So please don't be mad at me baby,
I ain't tryin' to mess you around,
I'll do all I can for you and your man
but I got to keep my feet on the ground
so I'm standing on the edge
I'm standing on the edge
And I'm staying right here 'til it's safe down there
yeah I'm standing on the edge
Written by Mark Cole © 2006 Mark Cole
Mark Cole - vocals, harp
Rick Edwards - guitar
Eric 'Bassfingers' Lanier - bass
Jeff 'Drummerboy' Hayes - drums