Bio Hazard

Lord have mercy Got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word Yeah, I was living in St. Louis In the year of 1955 Mama didn't have no great mansion Just a little old country dive Papa worked all week long Trying to keep us six kids alive So I hitchhiked to Chicago Just to hear Muddy Waters play I sat and listened to him sing Until the early hours of day I asked him what I could do to make it And it was he who showed me the way I went back home and wrote a song And made a record I could claim The little tune jumped on the charts And rode me right on up to fame It netted over ten thousand dollars And added glory to my name I was standing at the airport With my guitar in my hand And a first class ticket Destination movie land I will be in Hollywood, Mama Before the roosters crow again When I first started playing music Over sixteen years ago Every big town in the country From San Fran to Baltimore Trying to bring some happy hours Doing the only thing I know Can't help it but I love it Stand here, sing to you Brings back so many memories Many things we used to do 'Til I see you here again Take care, good luck to you

Go (ooh, ooh, ooh) Oh, I can't fall with the simple man Hang my head on the railroad bin Bloody wash and the cloth that cleans Oh, I can't stand with the rest of them With the rest of them Ooh, ooh, ooh Holding my head, holding my head Holding my head, hold me god damn Like the rest of them Grenadine Don't wait for me Wash my mouth With your gasoline tea Ooh, ooh, ooh Hold my breath for the next of kin Douse my hands in kerosene Troubled loss at the monument Oh, I can't stand with the rest of them With the rest of them Grenadine Don't wait for me Wash my mouth With your gasoline tea Holding my head, holding my head Holding my head, holding my head Holding my head, hold me god damn Holding my head, hold me god damn Like the rest of them Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Grenadine Don't wait for me Wash my mouth With your gasoline tea Grenadine Don't wait for me You lovely light My old fashion queen

I am not you Witchy woman Step in my shoes For a moment Find your way home Saratoga So, I tied my shoes with a broken hand Shooby-doo-bop, bop and, oh, hot damn I feel abused At the moment Falsely accused By the wrong man So tell me the truth Like you're leaving Find your way home Saratoga Witchy woman, left for dead Put a bullet in my head So, I tied my shoes with a broken hand Shooby-doo-bop, bop and, oh, hot damn Oh, oh, oh, hey Ooh In the meantime Ooh, yeah I still look up to you Ooh Still, it's left undone Ooh, yeah Still, it's left undone So, I tied my shoes with a broken hand Shooby-doo-bop, bop and, oh, hot damn