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Lucky 13

by Fiona Boyes

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Lucky 13 delivers sassy and soulful electric and acoustic blues from Fiona Boyes, the first Australian – and first woman – to win the Blues Foundation’s International Blues Challenge. Fiona’s magnetic stage presence and infectious smile have charmed audiences both abroad and in the US – she’s performed at the W. C. Handy Awards, Chicago Blues Festival, Legendary Rhythm and Blues Cruise, and Portland’s Waterfront Blues Festival.

Recording in Austin TX, Fiona was joined by a full band including special guests Marcia Ball, “Steady Rollin’” Bob Margolin , and Kaz Kazanoff & the Texas Horns to record a tour-de-force of raw acoustic blues, swing, electric blues, rockabilly – and every style of blues in between.

Lucky 13 also showcases Fiona’s proficiency as a songwriter – she penned 10 of the 13 songs on the disc. Her understanding of American roots music and clever storytelling distinguishes her songs from records which merely cover blues standards. But this album is not a nostalgic walk through your parents’ music collection. Boyes’ contemporary sensibilities perfectly mix the soul of the blues in her songs to give this album a thoroughly fresh feel.

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released August 8, 2006

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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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Track Name: Chicken Wants Corn
A wise man told me – you know what he said?
He said ‘if you know what you want, you got to go out and get it!’
Well, I know what I want
Just as sure as I’m born
‘Cause I want you baby, like a chicken wants corn
That’s how I want you…

I don’t need no fortune teller to give me the news
‘Cause I know, I was born for the Blues
And I know what I want
Just as sure as I’m born
I want you baby, like a chicken wants corn

I like the way you do the thing that you do
I want to play with you baby
You can play with me too…
I know what I want
Sure as I’m born
I want you baby like a chicken wants corn

A wise man told me – you know what he said?
He said ‘if you know what you want, you got to go out and get it!’
Well, I know what I want
Just as sure as I’m born
‘Cause I want you baby, like a chicken wants corn
That’s how I want you…
Track Name: Celebrate the Curves
People say - am I in the family way?
But, hey, I just love my food…
I’m built like a woman’s meant to be built
With a belly, butt and boobs
I got something to say to their rude little ways
I put a swing in my swerve
Excuse me, won’t you, while I celebrate my curves

Well, it sure don’t matter what God gave you
When you’re strutting it down the street
‘Cause I use what I got - and some stuff that I bought
When I’m swinging out to the beat

Round and round my circles are bound
Straight lines went out with my teens
I got plenty to love, plenty to shake
And I’m wild about making a scene!

So won’t you shake like that, shimmy like this
I put a swing in my swerve
Excuse me, wont you, while I celebrate my curves

Well, I’m the gal that rocks like a motor boat
When I’m strutting it down the street
I got stuff that shakes like jelly on a plate
When I’m swinging out to the beat

So won’t you shake like that, shimmy like this
I put a swing in my swerve
Excuse me, wont you, while I celebrate my curves
I’m gonna mess around right now…
Excuse me, wont you, while I celebrate my curves
Track Name: Good Lord Made You So
The wild, wild wind
You know the wind is bound to blow
The wild, wild wind
You know the wind is bound to blow
You can’t deny it darling
‘Cause the good lord made it so

I ain’t had no rest nor peace
And you know that ain’t no lie
No rest nor peace
You know that ain’t no lie
Since that man of mine
That man of mine came sliding on by…

But I bought the ticket baby
And you know I’m bound to ride
I bought the ticket
And you know I’m bound to ride
I’m gonna stay with my man
I’m going to travel right by his side

‘Cause the wild, wild wind
You know the wind is bound to blow
The wild, wild wind
You know the wind is bound to blow
And you can’t deny it baby
‘Cause the good lord made you so
Track Name: Stranger in Your Eyes
I thought I knew you, baby
But that was way back when…
When I was young and foolish
I thought that love would never end
And I just couldn’t believe
The depth of your disguise
But now I look – I see a stranger in your eyes

I thought the world of you
But I didn’t know
The man I trusted would ever stoop so low
And I just couldn’t believe, could not believe
The depth of your disguise
But now I look – I see a stranger in your eyes

I see a stranger
Where I once saw a friend
I see a weak man
Where my hero used to stand
You don’t want to admit
That what you’ve been doing is wrong…it’s so wrong
And now I find out
You’ve been doing it for so long

I thought I knew you
But that was way back when…
When I was young and foolish
I thought that love would never end
And I just couldn’t believe
The depth of your disguise
But now I look – I see a stranger in your eyes
Now I look – I see a stranger in your eyes
I look, I see a stranger in your eyes…
Track Name: You Gonna Miss Me
You gonna miss me baby, if I ever get gone
You gonna miss me, baby, you think you’re so big and strong
Because I got you
Did some voodoo on you
And that’s not all that I’m gonna do to you
I got a tattoo, put it right on your soul

You can sit there thinking, ‘bout your long-time used-to-be
Well, try thinking, darling, how you’d make out without me?
Think again – lover and friend
Well, you’re my funky, black rooster - I’m your little red hen
And you’ll never find a gal as fine as me again!

You gonna miss me, baby
Best admit that it’s true
You’ll miss my sweet smile and every little thing I do for you
You’ll miss me talking…for hours on the phone
You’ll miss all that stuff of mine
That’s catching dust around your home
Oh baby, if I ever get gone…
You gonna miss me baby
If I ever get gone
Track Name: High Cotton
I’m gonna be standing in high cotton one fine day
I’m gonna be standing in high cotton one fine day
I’m gonna be standing in high cotton
All my trials gonna be forgotten
Standing in high cotton one fine day

Well, I’ve been so low down (ain’t got a lousy…)
I’ve been so low, I ain’t got a lousy dime
But one of these days I hope and pray
That things are gonna go my way
I’ll be standing in high cotton one fine day


Please, Lord, hear my plea
Please, Lord, hear me…
I got mouths to feed
I got bills to pay
It’s like rolling a stone up a mighty hill
I started rolling one day and I’m rolling still
But I’ll be standing in high cotton one fine day

I’ll be standing – have mercy
I’ll be standing in high cotton one fine day
(you and me baby – won’t we have a time then!)
I’ll be standing in high cotton
All my trials gonna be forgotten
Standing in high cotton one fine day…
Track Name: Pigmeat Lover
Your baby got a pigmeat lover, ‘cause you didn’t treat her right
She got a pigmeat lover, cause you didn’t treat her right
‘Cause if the loving’s good
A gal is gonna cook all night

She’s got a pigmeat lover, man, what you gonna do?
She’s got a pigmeat lover, what you gonna do?
You didn’t care before
But now you’re sorry that the gal shot through

She got bacon in the morning, in the evening she got barbecue
She got bacon in the morning, in the evening she got barbecue
She got a little bitty boy doing everything she want him to

And she love the way he shake it with the meat shaking on the bone
She love the way he shake it with the meat shaking on the bone
She got a little something
She ain’t gettin’ at home

(yodel!)
Track Name: Hold Me
Hold me, hold me, pretty baby
Hold me, baby
Hold me the whole night long
‘Cause you’re one
I want beside me when the day is done

Hold me, hold me, pretty baby
Squeeze me, darling
‘Cause I think the whole world of you
And you’re one
I want beside me when the day is through

Well, I’ve seen men more handsome, baby
And I’ve seen men with money too
But you’re the only one, pretty baby
That makes me feel the way I feel when I’m with you

So hold me, hold me, pretty baby
Hold me the whole night long
‘Cause you’re the one
I want beside me when the day is done

Jamais casse mon coeur
You’re the one
I want beside me when the day is done
Track Name: Big Bigger Biggest
Big, Bigger, Biggest
You’re too big for your bitches, man
You tell stories so tall, Niagra Falls look small
Big, Bigger, Biggest

Big, Bigger, Biggest
You never met the truth I figures
‘Cause two plus two, equals ten to you
Big, Bigger, Biggest

It don’t matter what nobody says
You can always go one better
Get the last word, make sure everybody heard
You got your act down to the letter

Well – I see you’re always taking care of business
Now I see you’re selling snow to the Eskimos
Big, Bigger, Biggest

Big, Bigger, Biggest
How’d you even fit in them bitches?
You and your big, big mouth
Flapping north and south
Big, Bigger, Biggest
Track Name: Rambling Man Blues
And it’s one more time I’m knocking at your door
Just one more time, I’m knocking at your door
I knock once, knock twice
I ain’t going to knock no more
You know by that, baby, I ain’t your fool no more

Hey, my man went to rambling won’t say what’s on his mind
That boy went to rambling, won’t say what’s on his mind
It didn’t make no matter
I treat him nice and kind
He’s gone out in the world to find what he can find

And it’s one more time, just one more time I knock on your door
Just one more time…knocking at your door now
Well I knock once and I knock twice, baby
Might not knock no more now
‘Cos I ain’t your fool no more

So I call up the country, call his mama on the telephone
I call up the country call his mama on the telephone
She said ‘I’m so sorry, gal, I don’t know where that boy done gone’
‘I’m just a-laying on my sick bed
Praying that he’ll come on home’

And it’s one more time I’m knocking at your door
Just one more time, I’m knocking at your door
I knock once, knock twice
I ain’t going to knock no more
You know by that, baby, I ain’t your fool no more

I knock once, knock twice
I ain’t going to knock no more
You know by that, I ain’t your fool no more
Track Name: Homesick Blues
Well, I sure wish, sure wish I could go back home
Sure wish I could go back home
Sometimes there ain’t no place like home, sweet home

I sure like to travel but I miss my hometown friends
Yeah, I sure like to travel but I miss my home town friends
I like to ramble but I know where my journey ends

………………………..where the weather suits my clothes