1. |
Devil Don't Care
03:32
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Say my name when you die
Slow like a prayer
Like the year's rolling by
Or a solitary tear
On the cheek of a lover
You thought you knew well
Except for that other man
And where her heart really dwelt
Now you are mine, baby
Out for the kill
Hear me tapping on your windowsill
Time we were making
That midnight creep
Make the dogs run for cover and the children weep
Say goodbye to this world
Watch the sun as it dips
Beyond the horizon
Give the night a little kiss
Like you would your own mother
Soft on the cheek
We'll ring the church doorbell
And thru the graveyard we'll sneak
Now you are mine, baby
Out for the kill
Hear me tapping on your windowsill
Time we were making
That midnight creep
Make the dogs run for cover and the children
Step on every crack
Pull the moon from the sky
Tear the wings off every butterfly
Cry if they want to
They can shed every tear
Cuz the devil, baby, the devil don't care
And now you are mine, baby
Out for the kill
Hear me tapping on your windowsill
Time we were making
That midnight creep
Make the dogs run for cover and the children
Weep
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2. |
Gallows
03:23
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Smoke from the wood stove
A funny kind of haze
Between the world and your eye
Screams from another room
You never know a man
Until you hear him cry
And I'm going down
To the gallows
I'm trying to be first in line
Cuz, baby hey, when I'm swinging
You'll finally be off my mind
See that old girl
She hums like a song
She's got the kind of curves you never forget
And I been waiting
All these long years
Think it's time
I laid it to rest
And I'm going down
To the gallows
I'm trying to be first in line
Cuz, baby hey, when I'm swinging
You'll finally be off my mind
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3. |
Hatchet Man
04:26
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I wanna be your hatchet man
And do all your dirty deeds
Then, baby, you'll know
I can satisfy your needs
Got me a pistol
Got me a bowie knife
Any man do you wrong
You know I'll kill him twice
Cuz I got a little darkness in me
And I'm gonna let it shine
Baby, when you see it
Then you will be all mine
Gonna polish up my love like silver
And lay it on your table
Honey, we can dance all night
Don't care if you're able
Cuz I got a little darkness in me
And I'm gonna let it shine
Baby, when you see it
Then you will be all mine
All mine
All mine
All mine
All mine
All mine
All mine
All mine
All mine
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4. |
Heard It Tell
04:17
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I heard it said there's a special place in hell
Where double-crossing lovers while away the years
Of a sentence so long it sees the drying of their tears
And even the devil laughs from his icy shell
So when you get there, I hope you feel so low
For borrowing more trouble than any one woman can hold
All because you couldn't sleep in a bed that was cold
And betrayed the man who swore he loved you so
I heard it tell
There's a special place in hell
For double-crossing lovers
And grave-digging mothers
And I don't know
Which is worse
But of the two
I know you're the first
After 100 years, if you still know my name
Won't you cry it out loud in the eternal night
So even the wicked will know you never done me right
And the shame of your sin will always remain
I heard it tell
There's a special place in hell
For double-crossing lovers
And grave-digging mothers
And I don't know
Which is worse
But of the two
I know you're the first
I'll be in heaven above
I'll be in heaven above
I'll be in heaven above
With God and the angels and my one true love
I heard it tell
There's a special place in hell
For double-crossing lovers
And grave-digging mothers
And I don't know
Which is worse
But of the two
I know you're the first
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5. |
Red Headed Lucy
05:19
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She was a girl of sweet sixteen
Mother left her father swimming in a whiskey dream
They took to living on the outskirts of town
People started gawking when they came around
I come down from Chicago, blues in my case
Find that girl with flaming curls framing her face
Wasn't more than a week til I made her mine
Now you hear her father singing, singing all the time
Red headed Lucy
When you coming home?
Until you come back
I'll be sleeping by the door
I'll be sleeping by the door
I'll be sleeping by the door
Now it's Friday night and I'm playing my guitar
She's serving whiskey and beer from behind the bar
Then when Monday comes, we blow out of that town
Nothing in this world can slow two lovers down
Men they all love her and call her name
Offer her jewelry, fortune, and fame
They ask for her hand and she just says "No"
If you listen closely, you can hear them go
Red headed Lucy
When you coming home?
Until you come back
I'll be sleeping by the door
I'll be sleeping by the door
I'll be sleeping by the door
Another Friday night and I'm back on stage
Look for her through the lights, but she'd turned the page
No call, no note, no reason why
Now you hear me singing, singing all the time
Red headed Lucy
When you coming home?
Until you come back
I'll be sleeping by the door
I'll be sleeping by the door
I'll be sleeping by the door
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6. |
Low Tide Blues
05:27
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The moon pulls on the water
Like your eyes on my heart
And from the first that I saw you
It was a troubling start
But I'm not one to deny
Giving you more
Or ask you turn around
Before you walk out the door
You say the night time is the best time
For picking up shells
For picking out lighthouses
And merchant ship bells
It's a terrible cargo
You aim to receive
When the night time arrives
And you turn to leave
You say you love the
Ocean
The way the blue turns to
White
But I know you'll be meeting your man
Tonight
So the very next time
The tide goes out
I hope that it carries
My troubles and doubts
And I hope that it leaves you
Alone on the beach
With all your heart's desires
Just out of reach
You say you love the
Ocean
The way the blue turns to
White
But I know you'll be meeting your man
Tonight
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Sephus Lee Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Raucous, Rowdy, Foot-Stompin', Hand-Clappin' Folk-Rock and Blues. That's what we do.
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