Pinwheel of Death

Clarence Williams

SONGS

Baby, Won't You Please Come Home

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Writers	Charles Warfield, Clarence Williams

Genres	Standard

Recorded	1946

Lyrics	verse: I GOT THE BLUES I FEEL SO LONELY, I'D GIVE THE WORLD IF I COULD ONLY MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND. YES, IT SURELY WOULD BE GRAND. I'M SIMPLY WILD ABOUT MY LADY, ASK HER WON'T SHE PLEASE COME HOME SINCE SHE'S GONE I STAY WORRIED ALL THE TIME. Chorus: BABY, WON'T YOU PLEASE COME HOME. 'CAUSE YOUR MAMA'S ALL ALONE. I HAVE TRIED IN VAIN, NEVER NO MORE TO CALL YOUR NAME. WHEN YOU LEFT YOU BROKE MY HEART, BECAUSE I NEVER THOUGHT WE'D PART. EV'RY HOUR IN THE DAY YOU WILL HEAR ME SAY, BABY, WON'T YOU PLEASE COME HOME.

I've Got What It Takes, But It Breaks My...

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Writers	Hezekiah Jenkins, Clarence Williams

Genres	Standard, Rhythm & Blues

Recorded	1929

Lyrics	STINGY JENNY SAVED UP ALL HER PENNIES, OFF TO THE BANK SHE WOULD GO. SHARKS WOULD HOUND HER AND SURROUND HER, BUT NONE COULD GET HER DOUGH! JENNY'S FELLA WAS A SLICK HIGH YELLOW, WENT OFF TO JAIL ONE DAY HE CRIED FOR BAIL, AND TURNED REAL PALE WHEN HE HEARD JENNY SAY, I'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES, BUT IT BREAKS MY HEART TO GIVE IT AWAY! IT'S IN DEMAND, PEOPLE WANT IT EVERY DAY! I BEEN SAVIN' IT UP FOR A REALLY LONG TIME, TO GIVE IT AWAY WOULD BE ALMOST A CRIME! YOUR EYES MAY ROLL, YOUR TEETH MAY GRIT, NONE OF MY MONEY SHALL YOU GET! YOU CAN LOOK IN MY BANK BOOK, BUT I'LL NEVER LET YOU FEEL MY PURSE! TAKE YOUR HANDS AWAY, DADDY, 'CAUSE I BELIEVE IN SAFETY FIRST! I'VE GOT MONEY, BUT IT'S MY PLAN TO SAVE IT UP FOR A REAL GOOD MAN! I'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES, BUT IT BREAKS MY HEART TO GIVE IT AWAY!

My Bucket's Got A Hole In It

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Writers	Clarence Williams

Genres	Standard, Rock, Pop, Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded	2001

Lyrics	YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, I CAN'T BUY NO BEER. WELL, I'M STANDIN' ON THE CORNER WITH A BUCKET IN MY HAND, I'M WAITIN' FOR A WOMAN THAT AIN'T GOT NO MAN. 'CAUSE MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, I CAN'T BUY NO BEER. WELL I WENT UP ON THE MOUNTAIN, I LOOKED DOWN IN THE SEA, I SEEN THE CRABS AND THE FISHES DOIN' THE BE-BOP-BEE. 'CAUSE MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, I CAN'T BUY NO BEER. WELL, THERE AIN'T NO USE OF ME WORKIN' SO HARD, WHEN I GOT A WOMAN IN THE BOSS MAN'S YARD. 'CAUSE MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, YEAH, MY BUCKET'S GOT A HOLE IN IT, I CAN'T BUY NO BEER!

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Writers	Fats Waller, Clarence Williams

Genres	Standard

Recorded	2007

Lyrics	verse: DADDY, YOU'VE BEEN SO DOGGONE SWEET ON ME, DADDY, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I SEE. YOU KNOW I NEED BUT YOU, 'CAUSE YOU'RE MY MAN WHO LOVES ME LIKE NO ONE CAN. SOMETHING ABOUT YOU I CAN'T RESIST: WHEN YOU KISS ME, DADDY, I STAY KISSED! Chorus: OH DADDY, SQUEEZE ME AND SQUEEZE ME AGAIN, DON'T STOP 'TIL I TELL YOU WHEN. NOW DADDY, SQUEEZE ME AND KISS ME SOME MORE, JUST LIKE OU DID BEFORE. OH BOY, CUPID STANDING CLOSE BY, OH DADDY, DON'T MAKE YOUR SWEET MAMA CRY. JUST PICK ME UP ON YOUR KNEE, AND I JUST GET, SO YOU KNOW, OH, WHEN YOU SQUEEZE ME. AND YOU CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK!

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Writers	Lucy Fletcher, Clarence Williams

Genres	Standard, Pop

Recorded	1935

Lyrics	SUGAR BLUES, EV'RYBODY'S SINGING THE SUGAR BLUES, THE WHOLE TOWN IS RINGING. MY LOVIN' MAN'S SWEET AS HE CAN BE, BUT THE DOGGONE FOOL TURNED SOUR ON ME. I'M SO UNHAPPY, I FEEL SO BAD I COULD LAY ME DOWN AND DIE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU CHOOSE BUT I'M ALL CONFUSED, I'VE GOT THE SWEET, SWEET SUGAR BLUES, MORE SUGAR, I'VE GOT THE SWEET, SWEET SUGAR BLUES. SUGAR BLUES, EV'RYBODY'S SINGING THE SUGAR BLUES, THE WHOLE TOWN IS RINGING. I LOVE MY COFFEE, I LOVE MY TEA, BUT THE DOGGONE CREAM TURNED SOUR ON ME. I'M SO UNHAPPY, I FEEL SO BAD I COULD LAY ME DOWN AND DIE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU CHOOSE BUT I'M ALL CONFUSED, I'VE GOT THE SWEET, SWEET SUGAR BLUES, MORE SUGAR, I'VE GOT THE SWEET, SWEET SUGAR BLUES.

West End Blues (Instrumental)

Louis Armstrong

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Writers	Joe Oliver, Clarence Williams

Genres	Jazz Standard, Jazz, Blues, Instrumental

Recorded	1928

Lyrics	(lyrics): BLUE - FROM MY HEAD TO MY SHOES. I'M BLUE TODAY, I'VE GOT A MEAN, EVIL FEELING, AND I'M FULL OF GIN. ON MY WAY TO THE WEST END, AND THAT'S WHERE TROUBLES WILL BEGIN. MY MAN, MY DAMN LOW-DOWN MEAN HOUND, IN TOWN WITH MY BEST FRIEND RUNNIN' AROUND. OH, THE UNDERTAKER MAN, GONNA' KNOCK UPON HIS DOOR. WOE IN THE WEST END, WOE IN THE WEST END, GONNA SEE SOME SHOOTIN' LIKE THEY NEVER SEEN BEFORE. I MEAN MY MAN AND BEST FRIEND WILL NEVER CHEAT IN WEST END ANY MORE. BLUE - FROM MY HEAD TO MY SHOES, SO BLUE TODAY, I'VE STILL GOT THAT MEAN, LOW-DOWN FEELING I'M GONNA HEAR BAD NEWS. I'M ON MY WAY TO THE WEST END, TO THOSE OLD, OLD, UGLY WEST END BLUES, THOSE WEST END BLUES.

West End Blues (Vocal)

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Writers	Joe Oliver, Clarence Williams

Genres	Standard, Jazz Standard, Jazz, Blues, Instrumental

Recorded	1928

Lyrics	BLUE - FROM MY HEAD TO MY SHOES. I'M BLUE TODAY, I'VE GOT A MEAN, EVIL FEELING, AND I'M FULL OF GIN. ON MY WAY TO THE WEST END, AND THAT'S WHERE TROUBLES WILL BEGIN. MY MAN, MY DAMN LOW-DOWN MEAN HOUND, IN TOWN WITH MY BEST FRIEND RUNNIN' AROUND. OH, THE UNDERTAKER MAN, GONNA' KNOCK UPON HIS DOOR. WOE IN THE WEST END, WOE IN THE WEST END, GONNA SEE SOME SHOOTIN' LIKE THEY NEVER SEEN BEFORE. I MEAN MY MAN AND BEST FRIEND WILL NEVER CHEAT IN WEST END ANY MORE. BLUE - FROM MY HEAD TO MY SHOES, SO BLUE TODAY, I'VE STILL GOT THAT MEAN, LOW-DOWN FEELING I'M GONNA HEAR BAD NEWS. I'M ON MY WAY TO THE WEST END, TO THOSE OLD, OLD, UGLY WEST END BLUES, THOSE WEST END BLUES.

ARTISTS

Louis Armstrong

Cowriters: Charles Warfield, Fats Waller, Hezekiah Jenkins, Joe Oliver, Lucy Fletcher