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Electric Worry

 

Electric Worry

(الألبوم: From Beale Street To Oblivion - 2007)


"This song is one part cover song, one part original. Half of each verse is taken from Mississippi Fred McDowell's "Fred's Worried Life Blues." The rest is our own concoction. When we wrote the upbeat part of the song, I couldn't hear the typical blues sentiment. Instead, it kind of became a motivational speaker slapping himself out of a stupor. The chorus "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Vamanos! Vamanos!" has nothing to do with guns. It got its start long ago when Tim, and I can't recall why, said, "Vamanos! Bang! Bang!" Add a bit of John Lee Hooker and there you go. The ripping harp solo is none other that Five Horse Johnson's Eric Oblander."

Well you made me weep and you made me moan
When you caused me to leave, child, my happy home.
But someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry my life anymore.
I get satisfaction everywhere I go.
Where I lay my head that's where I call home.
Whether barren pines, or the mission stare,
Take tomorrow's collar and give 'em back the glare.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos.
Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos.
You told everybody in the neighborhood
what a dirty mistreater. That I was no good.
But someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry my life anymore.
Doctor or lawyer, I'll never be.
Life of a drifter only life for me,
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved.
Cause' ain't room for one thing in everybody's grave.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
If I had money, like Henry Ford,
Lord, I'd have me a woman, yeah on every road.
But Someday, baby, you ain't gonna worry my life any more.
Invocation of the dummies, requiem for a head,
Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred.
I get satisfaction everywhere I go.
One day baby you'll worry me no more.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!

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