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Blues Woman

by Fiona Boyes

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1.
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...
2.
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
3.
02:46
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…
4.
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…
5.
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!
6.
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
7.
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...
8.
‘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
9.
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…
10.
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...
11.
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...
12.
02:57
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
13.
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
14.
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…
15.
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

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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 May 5, 2009

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Sassy and soulful electric and acoustic blues have earned this Australian guitarslinger nominations for Blues Music Awards for four years running.

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