JOE BONAMASSA: Sloe Gin (2007)

1. Ball Peen Hammer
2. One of These Days
3. Seagull
4. Dirt in My Pocket
5. Sloe Gin
6. Another Kind of Love
7. Around the Bend
8. Black Night
9. Jelly Roll
10. Richmond
11. India

BALL PEEN HAMMER
I wanna go there, I wanna climb
Now I don’t know about no law, I don’t see no crime
Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rest
I wanna get down to the woman and get undressed
And I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
I can’t wait to see them walls falling down

Tell me Jesus, why they run
Is it by the weight of the woman, the weight of the gun?
Got fifty minutes now and I just don’t care
I’m gonna take this off already when I get there

And I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
I can’t wait to see them walls falling down
And I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
I can’t wait to see them walls falling down

No where tomorrow, a Sunday rhyme
You know all good things come in their due time
Put ‘The Ball Peen Hammer’, ‘Right Thru’ That Door’
And I don’t pretend to understand no more

I can’t stand it and I can’t stand it
I can’t wait to see them walls falling down
I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it

I can’t wait to see them walls falling down

ONE OF THESE DAYS
One of these days boy , I’m gonna see my woman
I'm gonna see my children , children on their knee
Gonna run up to my woman , and hold her in my arms
With tears in her eyes , she said I’m glad you're free

She's coming down the road boy , I said she's coming down the road
She's got her Red dress on , yeah she's got her Red dress on
She's coming down the road boy , with her bags down low
Said she's coming down the road boy , she's got her bags down low , hey yeah

Oh One of these days , I’ll be coming home soon girl , I’ll be coming on home
One of these days boy , I’ll be coming on home

One of these days boy , I’m gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby , coming down the road
Gonna have my Pardon , Pardon in her Apron oh Lord
Wanna see The Governer , she said Release my Man

Hey One of these days , I’ll be coming home soon girl , I’ll be coming on home
I'll be coming down the road boy , with my bags down low

One of these days boy , I’ll be coming on home

SEAGULL

Seagull, you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going,
Nobody knows where you're from.

Here is a man asking the question
Is this really the end of the world?
Seagull, you must have known for a long time
The shape of things to come.
Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why,
And you fly all around 'til somebody, Shoots you down.

Da da da da da da da down.
Mm mm mm mm, mm mm.

Seagull, you fly, across the horizon,
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going,
Nobody knows where you are from,
Now you fly through the sky, never asking why,
And you fly all around 'til somebody, yeah,
Shoots you down. Mm mm, yeah.
Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away.

And you fly away today
And you fly away tomorrow
And you fly away, leave me to
my sorrow.
Mm, mm, mm.

Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm,

Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly.


DIRT IN MY POCKET
So here’s my situation for all the world to see
Gone is my innocence, all that’s left is me
Rising up just to tear me down
I can be your perfect stranger but just not now

Insomnia drains my life
Gone is the stranger from a forgotten time
Fly me out of the window sill
No, it ain’t about my life and it ain’t about my will

Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I’ve been around a long time, I can’t lie to myself

Dirt in my pocket, dirt on my shoes
Makes a grown man, wicked, it’s an easy man’a blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, it’s a blind man’s blues

Lost in daze as I find myself
Looking for new ways to find a way out
‘Cause and effect makes me drown a desire
Tempted by my fate of a virgin fire

Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I’ve been around a long time, I can’t lie to myself

Dirt in my pocket, dirt on my shoes
Makes a grown man, wicked, it’s an easy man’a blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, it’s a blind man’s blues

Dirt in my conscience, dirt over you
Makes a good man walking, it’s an easy man’s blues, yeah

Hey, dirt in my pocket now

SLOE GIN
Sloe Gin, sloe Gin
Tryin’ to wash away the pain inside
Well I’m sick and I’m all done in
And I’m standing in the rain
And I feel like I’m gonna cry

I’m so damn lonely
And I ain’t even high
I’m so damn lonely
And I feel like I’m gonna die

Mayday, mayday I’ve been shot down
Over stormy sea
Well I feel like I’m drifting away
Can’t seem to get a grip on me
And, I can’t even try

I’m so damn lonely
Ain’t even high
I hate to go home alone,
But what else is new?
I’m so damn lonely

I hate to go home alone,
But what else is new?
I’m so damn lonely

You stand and bleeding people pass me by
No matter if you live
No matter if you die

Sloe Gin, sloe Gin
Tryin’ to wash away the pain inside
Well I’m sick and I’m all done in
Standing in the rain
And I feel like I’m gonna die

I’m so damn lonely
Ain’t even high

I’m so damn lonely

ANOTHER KIND OF LOVE
Poor little baby, you’ve got your lover she’s a girl
Poor little baby, you’ve got caught up in the world
I’ve got to say, you lost your way you’re a woman
Another Kind of Woman, another kind of love

You just pile on your misery, now you have failed
But deep down inside yourself, see if you can tell, poor little baby
You’ve got caught up in the world, I got to say you’ve lost your way
You’re a woman, another kind of woman, another kind of love, hey yeah

I can show you a brand new world, now you’ll never be satisfied
When there’s nowhere to run baby, there’s nowhere to hide
Poor little baby you’ve got caught up in the world, I’ve got to say
You’ve lost your way you’re a woman

Another kind of woman, another kind of love

AROUND THE BEND

(Ver letra en Joe Bonamassa "Had To Cry Today (2004)"

BLACK NIGHT
No one care's about me, no I ain't even got a friend
Well my baby's gone and left me, when will my troubles end
Black night is falling, oh I hate to be alone
Well I'm crying for my baby, another day is gone

Got no one to talk with, to tell my troubles to
I don't even know the minute baby since I lost you
Black night is falling, oh and I hate to be alone
Well I'm crying for my baby, another day is gone

Well my mother had the troubles, my father had them too
My brother slipped away yeah,and I don't even know what to do
Black night is falling yeah, oh I hate to be alone
Well I'm crying for my baby, well I'm crying for my baby

Another day is gone

JELLY ROLL
Hey Mr Jelly Roll Baker, can I please be your slave
When I'm dead and gone, I'm gonna rise up from the grave
For your sweet Jelly Roll, the best Jelly Roll in town
You're the only man baking, and I'm gonna keep my damper down

Well can I place an order for three weeks ahead
I'd rather have my Jellies, than some 'ol big bed
'Cos I'm crazy 'bout that Jelly, the best Jelly Roll in town
You're the only man baking, and I'm gonna keep you're damper down

You can take all my women, you can talk even more
I gotta brand new secret, you can't catch at all
I'm a Jelly Roll Baker, I bake the best Jelly Roll in town
I'm the only man baking and I'm gonna keep my damper down

I'm the only man baking and I'm gonna keep my damper down

RICHMOND
You know I wish I was in Richmond
You know I do, I wish I was back home
You know I wish I was in Richmond
The land I was raised, the place I’ve always known

And now I’m waiting in New York City
The rain is falling, no one seems to see
And all the salesman, they take notice
Forget the rushing lives, for the rushing brides to be
You know I wish I was in Richmond
You know I do, I wish I was back home

She didn't change me, she forgave me
So now it's time, time for me to leave
like broken glass in my broken hands
I'm broken down, this I do believe
You know I wish I was in Richmond
You know I do I wish I was back home
You know I wish I was in Richmond
The land I was raised, the place I’ve always known

As a frost comes, I’ve learned some
Not to make the same mistakes again
Laws are learned, as rule books burn
But what I do know, leads to still my friend
I'm going back, back to Richmond
You know I am, you know I’m going home
I'm going back, back to Richmond

The land I was raised, the place that I call home

INDIA

(Instrumental)