Blues Woman

by Fiona Boyes

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Fiona Boyes is a one-woman blues tent revival. Her pulpit is the stage, which she commands with the energy of an entire flock of worshippers. And her Bible is the guitar. With her acoustic and electric virtuosity and mastery of styles, she uses it as a righteous instrument to uphold the music’s tradition, even as her strong, distinctive songwriting moves it forward.

And Blues Woman, Boyes’ second album for Yellow Dog Records, is one mighty powerful sermon. Its 15 songs run a rollicking trip through the contemporary blues landscape — from Chicago to Texas to Mississippi’s hill country and the Delta, all evocatively conjured by Boyes’ and producer Mark “Kaz” Kazanoff’s true-to-the-bone arrangements.

Recorded in Austin TX, with a full band including special guests Marcia Ball, Pinetop Perkins, and Watermelon Slim, Blues Woman manifests the soulful, authoritative style of this native Australian and four-time Blues Music Award nominee to full effect.

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released 05 May 2009

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Track Name: Woman Ain't a Mule
Once I had a man
He was nothing but a country fool
Here’s a man, who thinks he can plough
So he gets himself a mule

He gets himself a mule who’ll work all day
From the dawn to the setting sun
And while he’s busy doing nothing
Business still gettin’ done

Now one day, I said – ‘Hey!’
I ain’t nothing but this man’s mule
And the way that I’m letting him do me
I ain’t nothing but a doggone fool

‘Cause a woman ain’t mule
A woman she ain’t a mule
And if you think that’s how you ought to treat me
Then I’m taking you back to school
‘Cause a woman ain’t a mule...

Now fool is struttin’ round talking big
About how he’s heading up
But running your mouth ain’t working
And the mule’s keeping it’s mouth shut...

If you’ve been living this same story, gal
Maybe it’s time to change the plan
You need some respect, woman
Don’t need a fool – you need a man

‘Cause a woman ain’t a mule
A woman she ain’t a mule
If you think that’s how you ought to treat me
I’m taking you back to school
‘Cause a woman ain’t a mule...
Track Name: Howlin' At Your Door
You flipped me over baby – and now I want my belly scratched
You flipped me over baby – and now I want my belly scratched
I’m howlin’ at your door baby…
Tearing at your latch

How come baby – you give me these howlin’ blues?
How come baby – give me these howlin’ blues?
You fixed me into heartache baby…
What am I to do?

If you’ll be my bulldog baby – I’ll sure be your hound
If you’ll be my bulldog baby – I’ll sure be your hound
The stuff that got me howlin’…
Same the whole world round

I want you baby – and I want some sugar too
I want you baby – and I want some sugar too, I want that sugar!
I’m howlin’ at the moon baby…
Howlin’ out for you

You flipped me over baby, now I want my belly scratched (scratch it!)
You flipped me over baby – and now I want my belly scratched
I’m howlin’ at your door baby…
Tearing at your latch
Track Name: I Want to Go
Everything must be done, down on the county farm
Sitting here behind a wall, being treated just like a dog
It makes me want to go
Makes want to go and I don’t care where I go…

Hey there little ol’ boy, sit down on my knee
I got something to tell you
How you been sending me
And it makes me want to go
Makes me want to go and I don’t care where I go…

Everything must be done
Yeah it’s a natural fact
Eleven foot cotton sack
Hanging heavy on down my back
And it makes me want to go
Makes me want to go and I don’t care where I go…
Track Name: Train to Hopesville
I done put down my sorrow, put down my heavy load
I done put down my sorrow, put down my heavy load
I’m riding on a train and I’m a long, long way from home

I know you got your troubles, Lord, and I got mine
I know you got your troubles, Lord, and I got mine
But can’t you hear the whistle and it’s blowing on down the line?

It’s saying ‘Brothers and sisters, everything’s gonna be all right!’
‘Brothers and sisters, everything gonna be all right!”
You know a brand new day always follows the darkest night

There ain’t no fireman, and there ain’t no engineer
Ain’t no fireman, ain’t no engineer (not on this train)
There ain’t non conductor – and you don’t need no tickets here!

Once I had stones in my pass-way and I was crossed for sure
Once I had stones in my pass-way and I was crossed for sure
But now I washed the jinx off me and I ain’t got the blues no more

Singing ‘Brothers and sisters, everything gonna be all right!’
‘Brothers and sisters, everything gonna be all right!’
Brand new day always follows the darkest night
Everything gonna be all right…
Track Name: Look Out Love!
Look out love I’m gonna get you
Look out love I’m on your trail
Love I wish I’d never met you
Gonna spread salt on your tail
They say love’s a bird with splendid wings
But it’s open season on feathered things
Push has turned to shove – look out love!

Well, I looked across the truck
To the place you used to sit
But since you flew the coup, babe
I had to pack it up and split
Moon-equipped, twin carburetors
Glove compartment, ‘Dear John’ letter…
Good God above – look out love!

I got a plastic dancing Elvis
On the dash for company
I dropped my guard, I went in hard
I should’ve been TCB
I started digging these foolish notions
About shooting stars – and crashing oceans…
Too much emotion, mean old love…

So look out love I’m gonna get you
Look out love I’m on your trail
Love I wish I’d never met you
Gonna spread salt on your tail
They say love’s a bird with splendid wings
But it’s open season on feathered things
Push has turned to shove – look out love!
Track Name: Got My Eye on You
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
I want to look you up, baby
Well, high and low
I want to raise up your shirt
See where them tattoos go...
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you

First saw you, baby, a long, long time ago
First saw you, baby, a long, long time ago
But now when I see you, well, you sure look good
Better than you know that you ought to should
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you

Baby, baby, don’t you throw no snakes-eyes on me
Baby, baby, don’t you throw no snake-eyes on me
‘Cause you never know when this feeling comes again
And I would sure like to be your friend
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell me, who’s the jiving-est one of all?
Who’s the one with the glint in her eye
Just checking you out as you walk on by?
Hmmm... I believe I got my eye on you

Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
I want to look you up, baby
Well, high and low
I want to raise up your shirt
See where them tattoos go...
Seeing is believing, I believe I got my eye on you
Track Name: Do You Feel Better?
Do you feel better - now that you’ve hurt me?
Is the pain in my heart
Easing yours?
Do you feel better, now that you’ve hurt me
Now there’s been a fuss and a fight
And you’ve slammed the door?

You put a stone
Right where you’re heart is
And you wrote on that stone
‘I know I’m right’
Well, it takes two to make a heart-break
Just like it takes two to make it right

And it’s all about an eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
I’m doing my best to try and understand you
Believe me, that’s the truth
But go ahead and do it, if you’ve got to do it
Hold on to your blues with all your might
‘Cause I’m just living my life
And I’m trying to get it right...

Do you feel better – now that you’ve hurt me?
This is a mean old world to understand
And I believe you’ve been storing up your heartaches, baby
Instead of reaching out your hand
Instead to reaching out your hand...
Track Name: The Barrelhouse Funeral
‘Brothers and sisters! Let’s take a reading from the book of Ecclesiastes, wherein it is written – there is a time and a place for everything under the sun...’

There’s a time and a place, good lordy mama
For everything under the sun
There’s a time for grace and forgiveness
No matter what you done
Now did your mama never teach you no manners?
Did your daddy ever tell you what?
If you ain’t got something good to say
Better keep your big mouth shut

Here’s a barrelhouse man on a cooling board
They took him down to the burying ground
They had all of his friends and family
They came to lay him down
They all gathered around him, bowed down their heads to pray
Imagine their surprise when the man with the Good Book
Said what he had to say...

He said ‘Look at you all – you sinners!
You gonna burn in a fiery Hell.
You and your mama and your sister and your brother
And your granny and your mule as well!
Your buddy was a rambler and a gambler
And I ain’t got no time for him
Now kindly put a little money in the plate
‘Cause this meeting is at an end.’

Well, the ramblers, and the gamblers and the fornicators
They took exception to what was said
It made them stop praying right away, for the living and for the dead
It made them forget what the Good Book said
About the humble and the meek
They grabbed the preacher, hit him upside the head
Told him to turn the other cheek

‘Cause he’s a man of the cloth, with the power and the glory
He’s a man just the same
And there ain’t nothing with more power in the world
Than kindness in the Good Lord’s name
Now there’s a moral to this story
Misuse of power never pays
And let’s give thanks that the great God Almighty
Moves in mysterious ways
Track Name: Place of Milk and Honey
I find a place of milk and honey
Lord, where I can take my rest
I find a place of milk and honey
Where I can take my rest
If I don’t make some money, people
I can’t go back home

I know my mother, she is waiting
Lord and all my family too
I know my mother she is waiting
And all my family too
But if I don’t make some money
I can’t go back home

I gotta ramble, way on over
Where it suit my pocket-book
I gotta ramble way on over
Where it suit my pocket-book
Lord, if I don’t make some money. People
I can’t go back home

Better times, times a-coming
Lord if I just hope and pray
well, better times, times a-coming
If I just hope and pray
Yeah, if I don’t make some money, people
I can’t go back home

I find a place of milk and honey
Where I can take my rest
I find a place of milk and honey
Where I can take my rest
If I don’t make some money, people
I can’t go back home…
Track Name: Waiting for Some Good News
I’m waiting for some good news
Worn-out waiting for some good news
Waiting for my lucky break – for all that money I’m gonna make
I’m just waiting for some good news...

I live in a poorer part of town
Where desperation and gambling machines
Lay thick upon the ground
And you see things here you might not see
Out in the leafy parts of town, where they’re making policy

I’m waiting for some good news
I’m just waiting for some good news
Checking my mail three times a day
For something that’ll drive my blues away
I’m just waiting for some good news...

I see poor people waiting in line
While them that’s got
Got their hand out crying ‘Gimme’ all the time
I see little people working hard for little gain
Meanwhile a shifty businessman
Is living it up in Spain...

I’m waiting for some good news
I’m just waiting for some good news
Let there be joy and grace, show me optimism has it’s place
I’m just waiting for some good news
Waiting for my lucky break, for all that money I’m gonna make
I’m just waiting for some good news
Checking my mail three times a day
For something that’ll drive my blues away
I’m just waiting for some good news
I’m just waiting for some news...
Track Name: Precious Time
Precious, precious time
It seems to me, lord, that you’ve been wasting mine
I worked hard, baby
Don’t want a man like you to waste my precious time

Because it’s all just a matter of time
And I don’t want you wasting any more of mine
I worked too hard baby
To let a man like you waste my precious time

You promised the moon and the stars
And then you broke my heart
You had the power to change my world, it’s true
Put stars in my eyes, while you told me pretty lies
The way you did me ain’t the right thing to do...

So I’m thinking ‘bout my precious time
I don’t want you wasting any more of mine
‘Cause I worked too hard
To let you waste my precious time

I want a straight-talking man, with a straight-talking plan
Don’t just say what you think I want to hear...
‘Cause I heard it all before, I don’t want that kind of deal no more
If it ain’t the truth, then man I ‘m out of here

So I’m thinking ‘bout my precious time
I don’t want you baby wasting any more of mine
‘Cause I work too hard
To let a man like you waste my precious time
You ain’t got no respect
You ain’t even got a dime
I worked too hard to let a man like you
Waste my precious time...
Track Name: Fishin' Hole
Let’s go fishing baby - you know how to wet a line
Let’s go fishing baby - you know how to wet a line
And you’ll never find
A fishing hole that’s better than mine

Let’s go early in the morning, then again at supper time
We’ll go early in the morning, then again at supper time
‘Cause you’ll never find
A fishing hole that’s better than mine

Well, I see you got a pole
I know you got some bait
I’m getting kind of hungry
So the fishing won’t wait!
Let’s go fishing baby – you know how to wet a line
And you’ll never find
A fishing hole that’s better than mine

It takes a special man to fish it just right
It takes a special man to fish it just right
But if you’re the one
You can fish it both day and night

Let’s go fishing baby - you know how to wet a line
Let’s go fishing baby - you know how to wet a line
And you’ll never find
A fishing hole that’s better than mine
Track Name: City Born Country Gal
I ain’t what I seem, and you know it’s true
I ain’t what I seem, and you know it’s true
Take a gal like me, baby
Make a fool out of you!

Low-down, down-home – I’ll make you holler and yell
Low-down, down-home – I’ll make you holler and yell
Tell the truth, boys
I’m a city born country gal

I ain’t never lived in the country, maybe I never will
Never lived in the country, people, maybe I never will
But I’m as down-home baby
As a whiskey still

I can shake it, shake it - like a city gal can
And I can smile real sweet, just like a country gal can
I come from way down south
Way down south in a foreign land

Low-down, down-home – I’ll make you holler and yell
Low-down, down-home – I’ll make you holler and yell
Tell the truth, boys
I’m a city born country gal
Track Name: Juke Joint on Moses Lane
Over yonder – down Moses Lane
Outside they’re frying catfish, inside they’re raising Cain
I want to go to the juke joint
Down on Moses Lane

Hmmmm – I can hear the call
Can’t wait to get there, all my old friends hanging on the wall
I want to go down to Bradfordville
And have myself a ball

Over yonder – from long time ago
When you need a little moonshine, you need someplace to blow
It ain’t on the highway
But the folks still know where to go

Over yonder – have yourself a time
Folks are dancing, drinking whiskey, beer and wine
Ain’t nothing like a juke joint
To have yourself a time

Over yonder – down Moses Lane
Outside they’re frying catfish, inside they’re raising Cain
Take me down to Tallahassee
To the juke joint on Moses lane
I’m going down to Tallahassee
To the juke joint on Moses Lane…
Track Name: Old Time Ways
Well, I’m a full-grown woman, way past twenty-one
I want some steady-rolling, baby, and I know how I want it done
I want some rolling, baby
Just like them good old days
‘Cause I’m a modern woman
But, lord, I got them old time ways

Pick up the telephone, babe
I’m waiting for your call
You can come on over, baby, get your ashes hauled
I want some rolling
Just like them good old days
‘Cause I might be a modern gal
But, lord, I got these old time ways

I need a mechanic, baby
Need a driver too
You say you’re qualified, baby, let’s just see what you can do!
I want some rolling
Just like them good old days
‘Cause I might be a modern woman
But some things never change

Bake some jelly-roll, baby
Be my kitchen man
Fill my sugar bowl, baby
Kick my Southern can I want some rolling
Just like them good old days
‘Cause I might be a modern gal
But, lord, I got these old time ways

I get my coffee in Seattle, baby – or down in New Orleans
All I really care about
Is how they grind my beans
I want some rolling
Just like them good old days
‘Cause I’m a modern gal
But, lord, I got these old time ways