(Bo Diddley) Money... who needs it Let me live my life free and easy Put my toothbrush in my hand And let me be a travelin' man Cause I'm a road runner
(Sonny Boy Williamson) You've talking about your woman I wish to God... man... that you could see mine You're talking about your woman I wish to God
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) Well I look way down that lonesome road Well I look way down that lonesome road Way way down Way way down Way way down that
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move... ch-ch-ch-child You gotta move Oh... when the Lord gets ready You gotta move
(Brian Holland / Lamont Dozier / Edward Holland) Well I tried to tell you baby Running makes no sense Now you got me baby Up against this fence And Ain
(Muddy Waters / Willie Dixon) I'm ready... ready as anybody can be I'm ready... ready as anybody can be Now I'm ready for you I hope you're ready for
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) Jesus is on that mainline... tell him what you want Jesus is on that mainline... tell him what you want Jesus is on that
It ain't easy, livin' like a gypsy Tell ya, honey, how I feel. I've been dreaming, Floatin' down stream and Losin' touch with all that is real. Whole
[Originally "I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Loved You)" by Aretha Franklin] You're a no good heartbreaker You're a liar and you're a cheat I don't know
(Fleetwood Mac) Baby, please stop messin' 'round You'll be messin' around all the time Baby, please stop messin' around You'll be messin' around all
Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers, Till I talked to your daddy, he say. He said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin, Then
Every time that I look in the mirror all these lines on my face getting clearer the past is gone it went by like dusk to dawn isn't that the way everybody
Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low coincidental murder, with nothing to show with the judge, constipation will go to his head and his wife's aggravation
Got me the strangest woman believe me this trick's no cinch but I really get her going when I whip out my big 10 inch record of a band that plays the
I'm dreamin' tonight I'm dreamin' back home Right! Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up
Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
Talk about things and nobody cares Wearing other things that nobody wears Ya callin' my name, but I gotta make it clear Can't say where I'm gonna be in