(Jack Bruce)
Driving in my car, smoking my cigar,
The only time I'm happy's when I play my guitar.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Singing in my yacht, what a lot I got,
Happiness is something that just cannot be bought.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I've been in and I'm out, I've been up and down,
I don't want to go until I've been all around.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
What's it all about, anyone in doubt,
I don't want to go until I've found it all out.**
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Cream - Fresh Cream Album Lyrics
Cream - Fresh Cream Lyrics
Writer: JACK BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sleepy Time Time
(Jack Bruce and Janet Godfrey)
I'm a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working ain't right.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time all the time.
I have my Sunday, that ain't no lie.*
But on Monday morning comes my favorite try.*
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time all the time.
I'm a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working ain't right.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time all the time.
I have my Sunday, that ain't no lie.*
But on Monday morning comes my favorite try.*
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time all the time.
Writer: JACK BRUCE, JANET GODFREY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dreaming
(Jack Bruce)
Dreaming about my love.
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Waiting for you to come.
Changing my life for you to emptyness,
Meaningless.
Minutes just drift by.
I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my life.
Where are you now, and when will you
Come to me?
I dream my life away.
I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my love;
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Dreaming, dreaming.
Dreaming about my love.
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Waiting for you to come.
Changing my life for you to emptyness,
Meaningless.
Minutes just drift by.
I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my life.
Where are you now, and when will you
Come to me?
I dream my life away.
I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my love;
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Dreaming, dreaming.
Writer: JACK BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sweet Wine
(Ginger Baker and Janet Godfrey)
Ba, ba, ba etc
Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny, wasting the best of our life.
Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.
Ba, ba, ba etc
Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny, wasting the best of our life.
Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.
Ba, ba, ba etc
Ba, ba, ba etc
Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny, wasting the best of our life.
Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.
Ba, ba, ba etc
Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny, wasting the best of our life.
Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.
Ba, ba, ba etc
Writer: JANET GODFREY, PETER EDWARD BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Spoonful
(Willie Dixon)
Could fill spoons full of diamonds,
Could fill spoons full of gold.
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul.
Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
Could fill spoons full of coffee,
Could fill spoons full of tea.
Just a little spoon of your precious love;
Is that enough for me?
Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
Could fill spoons full of water,
Save them from the desert sands.
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Saved you from another man.
Men lies.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies.
Everything's a-fightin' about it.
Everything's a-cryin' about it.
Everything's a-diein' about it.
Everything's a-cryin' about it.
Everything's a-liein' about it.
Little old, little old spoonfull.
Die'n about it
Cryin about it
That spoon, that spoon
Little old, little old spoonfull
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
Everything's a-diein' about it.
Could fill spoons full of diamonds,
Could fill spoons full of gold.
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul.
Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
Could fill spoons full of coffee,
Could fill spoons full of tea.
Just a little spoon of your precious love;
Is that enough for me?
Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
Could fill spoons full of water,
Save them from the desert sands.
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Saved you from another man.
Men lies.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies.
Everything's a-fightin' about it.
Everything's a-cryin' about it.
Everything's a-diein' about it.
Everything's a-cryin' about it.
Everything's a-liein' about it.
Little old, little old spoonfull.
Die'n about it
Cryin about it
That spoon, that spoon
Little old, little old spoonfull
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonfull.
Everything's a-diein' about it.
Writer: Willie Dixon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Cats Squirrel
(Dr. Isaiah Ross arr. by Cream)
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Four Until Late
(Robert Johnson)
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound.
From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.
From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.
You know she won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down.
A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.
She cause so many men to wear an apron overall.
When I leave this town I will bid you fair farewell.
When I leave this town I will bid you fair farewell.
And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell.
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound.
From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.
From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.
You know she won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down.
A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.
She cause so many men to wear an apron overall.
When I leave this town I will bid you fair farewell.
When I leave this town I will bid you fair farewell.
And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell.
Writer: ROBERT JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Rollin And Tumblin
(Muddy Waters)
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
When I woke up this mornin' baby
All I had was gone
Well I rolled my baby
She's goin' to jump and shout
Well I rolled my baby
She's goin' to jump and shout
When that train rolls up boys
I'm gonna come walkin' on home
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Well I didn't have time boys
To bid my baby farewell
[Live Cream:]
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey, hey
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
When I woke up this mornin' babe
All I had was gone
Well I rolled my baby
Got to jump and shout
Said I rolled my baby
Got to jump and shout
When that train rolls up boys
Goin' walkin' on home
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey, hey
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Hey, hey, hey, yeh , hey , hey, yeh, yey
Well engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Say engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Well I didn't have time boys
To bid my baby farewell
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
When I woke up this mornin' baby
All I had was gone
Well I rolled my baby
She's goin' to jump and shout
Well I rolled my baby
She's goin' to jump and shout
When that train rolls up boys
I'm gonna come walkin' on home
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Well I didn't have time boys
To bid my baby farewell
[Live Cream:]
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey, hey
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
When I woke up this mornin' babe
All I had was gone
Well I rolled my baby
Got to jump and shout
Said I rolled my baby
Got to jump and shout
When that train rolls up boys
Goin' walkin' on home
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey, hey
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Hey, hey, hey, yeh , hey , hey, yeh, yey
Well engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Say engine driver blows that whistle
Fireman rings that bell
Well I didn't have time boys
To bid my baby farewell
Writer: Mckinley Morganfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Im So Glad
(Skip James)
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
I'm tired of weeping, I'm tired of moaning, I'm tired of crying for you
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm tired of weeping, I'm tired of moaning, I'm tired of groaning for you
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
(Chorus repeated 5 times)
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
I'm tired of weeping, I'm tired of moaning, I'm tired of crying for you
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm tired of weeping, I'm tired of moaning, I'm tired of groaning for you
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
(Chorus repeated 5 times)
Writer: NEHEMIAH CURTIS "SKIP" JAMES
Copyright: Lyrics © WYNWOOD MUSIC CO. INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © WYNWOOD MUSIC CO. INC.
Writer: PETER EDWARD BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Fresh Cream is the debut studio album by the British rock band Cream, consisting of bassist Jack Bruce, guitarist Eric Clapton and drummer Ginger Baker. The album was released in the UK on 9 December 1966, as the first LP on the Reaction Records label, owned by producer Robert Stigwood. It was released in both mono and stereo versions, at the same time as the release of the single "I Feel Free".
The album peaked at No. 6 on the UK Albums Chart. The album was released in a slightly different form in January 1967 by Atco Records in the US, also in mono and stereo versions.
The mono versions were deleted not long after release and for many years only the stereo recordings were available. The UK mono album was reissued on CD for the first time in Japan, by Universal Music, in late 2013 as part of a deluxe SHM-CD and SHM-SACD sets (both editions also contain the UK stereo counterpart).
In January 2017, the album was again reissued, by Polydor, in a 4-CD box-set containing mono and stereo versions of the original UK and US release along with singles and B-sides.
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CreamThe album peaked at No. 6 on the UK Albums Chart. The album was released in a slightly different form in January 1967 by Atco Records in the US, also in mono and stereo versions.
The mono versions were deleted not long after release and for many years only the stereo recordings were available. The UK mono album was reissued on CD for the first time in Japan, by Universal Music, in late 2013 as part of a deluxe SHM-CD and SHM-SACD sets (both editions also contain the UK stereo counterpart).
In January 2017, the album was again reissued, by Polydor, in a 4-CD box-set containing mono and stereo versions of the original UK and US release along with singles and B-sides.
Genre(s): Blues rock, Classic Rock
Released: December 9th, 1966
Year: 1966