Did you ever go down
On the Mobile and K C line
Did you ever go down
On the Mobile and K C line
I just want to ask you
Did you ever see that gal of mine
I rode the Central
And I hustled the L and N
I rode the Central
And I hustled the L and N
The Alabama women
They live like section men
Don't cry baby
Your papa will be home some day
Don't cry baby
Your papa will be home some day
I've been away baby
But I did not go to stay
Don't the clouds look lonesome
Across the deep blue sea
Don't the clouds look lonesome
Across the deep blue sea
Don't my gal look good
When she's coming after me
Eric Clapton - I Still Do Album Lyrics
Eric Clapton - I Still Do Lyrics
Writer: LEROY AUTHUR CARR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cant Let You Do It
Well you got some high class baby
Steppin' all over me
With your high tone and your blue line
Respectability
You go down on the corner
Havin' yourself a ball
Changed your way of livin'
And I don't know you at all
I can't let you do it
I can't let you do it to me
I know you're gonna do it
But I can't let you do it to me
If the sun don't shine no more
And the blue sky don't appear
The rainfall don't fall no more
I really don't think you'd care
You got so wrapped up, baby
In everything you do
Been putting on the dog, you know
And I mean you
I can't let you do it
I can't let you do it to me
I know you're gonna do it
But I can't let you do it to me
If you don't shut down miss banquet
If you don't shut down real soon
Gonna find yourself out on the street
Looking for another room
You've seen me on the corner
Having myself a ball
Gonna change my way of living
And you won't know me at all
I can't let you do it
I can't let you do it to me
I know you're gonna do it
But I can't let you do it to me
Steppin' all over me
With your high tone and your blue line
Respectability
You go down on the corner
Havin' yourself a ball
Changed your way of livin'
And I don't know you at all
I can't let you do it
I can't let you do it to me
I know you're gonna do it
But I can't let you do it to me
If the sun don't shine no more
And the blue sky don't appear
The rainfall don't fall no more
I really don't think you'd care
You got so wrapped up, baby
In everything you do
Been putting on the dog, you know
And I mean you
I can't let you do it
I can't let you do it to me
I know you're gonna do it
But I can't let you do it to me
If you don't shut down miss banquet
If you don't shut down real soon
Gonna find yourself out on the street
Looking for another room
You've seen me on the corner
Having myself a ball
Gonna change my way of living
And you won't know me at all
I can't let you do it
I can't let you do it to me
I know you're gonna do it
But I can't let you do it to me
Writer: JJ Cale
Copyright: Lyrics © Casablanca Media Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Casablanca Media Publishing
I Will Be There
When times are hard
And friends are few
And you need someone
To help you through
Just call my name
And I'll come running to your side
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
I will be there
(When you are lost, lost in the night
Nowhere to turn)
I will be there
(Don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
When morning comes
And nothing's changed
And the world outside
Plays the same old game
Just call on me
And I will ease your lonely heart
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
I will be there
(When you are lost, lost in the night
Nowhere to turn)
I will be there
(Don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
I will be there
(When everyone that you believed
Still lets you down)
I will be there
(Don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
I will be there, don't be afraid
I will be there, don't be afraid
When morning comes
And nothing's changed
And the world outside
Plays the same old game
When everyone still lets you down
I will be there
When times are hard
And friends are few
And you need someone to help you through
I will be there, don't be afraid
I will be there, don't be afraid
I will be there
And friends are few
And you need someone
To help you through
Just call my name
And I'll come running to your side
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
I will be there
(When you are lost, lost in the night
Nowhere to turn)
I will be there
(Don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
When morning comes
And nothing's changed
And the world outside
Plays the same old game
Just call on me
And I will ease your lonely heart
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
I will be there
(When you are lost, lost in the night
Nowhere to turn)
I will be there
(Don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
I will be there
(When everyone that you believed
Still lets you down)
I will be there
(Don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
I will be there, don't be afraid
I will be there, don't be afraid
When morning comes
And nothing's changed
And the world outside
Plays the same old game
When everyone still lets you down
I will be there
When times are hard
And friends are few
And you need someone to help you through
I will be there, don't be afraid
I will be there, don't be afraid
I will be there
Writer: PAUL BRADY, JOHN O'KANE
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Spiral
You don't know how much this means
To have this music in me
I just keep playing these blues
Hoping that I don't lose
I just keep playing my song
Hoping that I get along
You don't know how much it means
To have this music in me
In the morning
In the daytime
In the evening
In the nighttime too
I gotta have it
I gotta have this blues
I gotta have it
You don't know how much it means
To have this music in me
I just keep playing my song
Hoping that I get along
In the morning
In the daytime
In the night
In the night time too
In the morning
In the daytime
In the evening
In the midnight hours
I gotta have it
I gotta have
I gotta have this blues
I gotta have it
I gotta have
To have this music in me
I just keep playing these blues
Hoping that I don't lose
I just keep playing my song
Hoping that I get along
You don't know how much it means
To have this music in me
In the morning
In the daytime
In the evening
In the nighttime too
I gotta have it
I gotta have this blues
I gotta have it
You don't know how much it means
To have this music in me
I just keep playing my song
Hoping that I get along
In the morning
In the daytime
In the night
In the night time too
In the morning
In the daytime
In the evening
In the midnight hours
I gotta have it
I gotta have
I gotta have this blues
I gotta have it
I gotta have
Writer: ANDY FAIRWEATHER-LOW, ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON, SIMON CRISPIN CLIMIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Catch The Blues
I've been willing to bet
You ain't got nothin' to lose
I ain't figured out yet
How you've been walking in my shoes
Somebody tell me how to talk to you
Ain't it funny
You might even
Catch the blues
I've been willing to bet
You ain't got nothing to say
I ain't figured out yet
How i've been getting in your way
Somebody tell me how to play for you
Ain't it funny
You might even
Catch the blues
Living in a world of pain
I've been living in a world of pain
Without you making the difference
Oh i've been going insane
But i can't go on without calling out your name
I've been willing to bet
You ain't got nothing to show
I ain't figure out yet
Where you've been pointed me to go
Somebody tell me how to get to you
Ain't it funny
You might even
Catch the blues
Living in a world of pain
I've been living in a world of pain
Without you making the difference
Oh i've been going insane
But i can't go on without calling out your name
You ain't got nothin' to lose
I ain't figured out yet
How you've been walking in my shoes
Somebody tell me how to talk to you
Ain't it funny
You might even
Catch the blues
I've been willing to bet
You ain't got nothing to say
I ain't figured out yet
How i've been getting in your way
Somebody tell me how to play for you
Ain't it funny
You might even
Catch the blues
Living in a world of pain
I've been living in a world of pain
Without you making the difference
Oh i've been going insane
But i can't go on without calling out your name
I've been willing to bet
You ain't got nothing to show
I ain't figure out yet
Where you've been pointed me to go
Somebody tell me how to get to you
Ain't it funny
You might even
Catch the blues
Living in a world of pain
I've been living in a world of pain
Without you making the difference
Oh i've been going insane
But i can't go on without calling out your name
Writer: ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Cypress Grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
Than to have a contrary woman
Lord, I never can control
And when yo' knee bones
Go to achin'
An your body gettin' cold
When yo' knee bones
Go to achin'
And yo' body gettin' cold
You know, you jes' gettin' ready
Honey, for some cypress grove
Then I would rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to be way up here
In New York City
Honey, treated this't-a-way
An I will drink muddy water
I'll sleep in a hollow log
I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Befo' I stay up here
Honey, treated like a dog
Yes, I'm goin' away
Honey, don't you want to go?
Yes, I'm goin' away
Honey, don't you wants to go?
I'm scared to go back down south
Them people goin' kill me, sho'
I'm gonna sing this song
An I ain't goin' to sing no mo'
I'm goin' to sing this song, an I
I ain't goin' to sing no mo'
Because my time has done got precious
Baby, Lord, just got
I've got to go, yeah
In some cypress grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
Than to have a contrary woman
Lord, I never can control
And when yo' knee bones
Go to achin'
An your body gettin' cold
When yo' knee bones
Go to achin'
And yo' body gettin' cold
You know, you jes' gettin' ready
Honey, for some cypress grove
Then I would rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to be way up here
In New York City
Honey, treated this't-a-way
An I will drink muddy water
I'll sleep in a hollow log
I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Befo' I stay up here
Honey, treated like a dog
Yes, I'm goin' away
Honey, don't you want to go?
Yes, I'm goin' away
Honey, don't you wants to go?
I'm scared to go back down south
Them people goin' kill me, sho'
I'm gonna sing this song
An I ain't goin' to sing no mo'
I'm goin' to sing this song, an I
I ain't goin' to sing no mo'
Because my time has done got precious
Baby, Lord, just got
I've got to go, yeah
Writer: NEHEMIAH SKIP JAMES
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Little Man Youve Had A Busy Day
I know why you're cryin', I know why you're blue
Someone took your kiddy-car away
Time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Someone took your marbles, tell you what I'll do
Dad'll get you new ones right away
Time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Put away your soldiers, the battle has been won
Enemy is out of sight
Come along there soldier, and put away your gun
The war is over for tonight
Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Listen to the jukebox softly play
It's time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Listen to the jukebox softly say
It's time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
It's time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Someone took your kiddy-car away
Time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Someone took your marbles, tell you what I'll do
Dad'll get you new ones right away
Time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Put away your soldiers, the battle has been won
Enemy is out of sight
Come along there soldier, and put away your gun
The war is over for tonight
Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Listen to the jukebox softly play
It's time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Time to stop your schemin', time your day was through
Listen to the jukebox softly say
It's time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
It's time to go to sleep now
Little man, you've had a busy day
Writer: MABEL WAYNE, MAURICE SIGLER, AL HOFFMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Stones In My Passway
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night
I got pain in my heart, they have taken my appetite
I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing
I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing
I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing
My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last
My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last
And there's one thing certainly, they have stones all in my pass
Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too
You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do?
And I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends
And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in
I got three lane's to truck home, boys, please don't block my road
I got three lane's to truck home, boys, please don't block my road
I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night
I got pain in my heart, they have taken my appetite
I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing
I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing
I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing
My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last
My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last
And there's one thing certainly, they have stones all in my pass
Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too
You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do?
And I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends
And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in
I got three lane's to truck home, boys, please don't block my road
I got three lane's to truck home, boys, please don't block my road
I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go
Writer: Robert Leroy Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Already have been sold
Arise, arise, he cried so loud
In a voice without restraint
Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among you now
You can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
Know you're not alone
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Already have been sold
Arise, arise, he cried so loud
In a voice without restraint
Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among you now
You can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
Know you're not alone
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried
Writer: BOB DYLAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Somebodys Knockin
Somebody knocking
Somebody knocking on my door
Somebody knocking
Somebody knocking on my door
Well, it must be my woman
Coming 'round here for more
Somebody whispers (whispers)
Somebody whispered in my ear
Somebody whispers
Somebody whispered in my ear
Lord, it must be my woman (woman)
Feel her when she's near
Hmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) she can get right down
(Right down)
Hmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) she can get right down
(Right down)
Lord, it must be my woman (woman)
Pick me up when I am down
Somebody knocking on my door
Somebody knocking
Somebody knocking on my door
Well, it must be my woman
Coming 'round here for more
Somebody whispers (whispers)
Somebody whispered in my ear
Somebody whispers
Somebody whispered in my ear
Lord, it must be my woman (woman)
Feel her when she's near
Hmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) she can get right down
(Right down)
Hmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) she can get right down
(Right down)
Lord, it must be my woman (woman)
Pick me up when I am down
Writer: J J Cale
Copyright: Lyrics © Casablanca Media Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Casablanca Media Publishing
Ill Be Seeing You
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is through
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is through
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is through
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is through
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
Writer: Irving Kahal, Sammy Fain
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
I Still Do is the twentieth solo studio album by English musician Eric Clapton. It was released in 2016 through the independent Bushbranch Records/Surfdog Records label. The album is a combination of new material written by Clapton and classic songs, contemporary tunes, and influences interpreted in his own style.
The album was produced by Glyn Johns who had worked with Clapton on Slowhand (1977) and Backless (1978). The album's artwork is a painting of Clapton by Peter Blake who also previously worked with Clapton. It is the follow-up to Clapton's global hit album The Breeze: An Appreciation of JJ Cale, released in the summer of 2014, his compilation album Forever Man, released in the spring of 2015 and also his commercially successful concert film and live album Slowhand at 70 - Live at the Royal Albert Hall released in late 2015.
Performed By:
Eric ClaptonThe album was produced by Glyn Johns who had worked with Clapton on Slowhand (1977) and Backless (1978). The album's artwork is a painting of Clapton by Peter Blake who also previously worked with Clapton. It is the follow-up to Clapton's global hit album The Breeze: An Appreciation of JJ Cale, released in the summer of 2014, his compilation album Forever Man, released in the spring of 2015 and also his commercially successful concert film and live album Slowhand at 70 - Live at the Royal Albert Hall released in late 2015.
Genre(s): Blues, blues rock, folk
Released: May 20th, 2016
Year: 2016