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Howlin Wolf Blues Song Lyrics


Baby, How Long


by Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf

When you left me this mornin',
you taken my heart away,
When you left me this mornin',
you taken my heart away,
That's allright baby,
you will come back home someday
How long, baby, how long, how long
How long, baby, how long, how long
You know I love you
you started doin' me wrong
Well when you leave home,
you can call me on your phone
Well when you leave home,
you can call me on your phone
I'll sent you you're money
darlin' you come back home
Oh come back
How long, have you gone do me wrong
How long, have you gone do me wrong
Ain't nobody never lived that,
gettin' do somebody wrong
 

Back Door Man

by Willie Dixon

I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
Well the, men don't know, but the little girls understand
When everybody's tryin' to sleep
I'm somewhere making my, midnight creep
Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow
Something tell me, I got to go
I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
Well the, men don't know, but little girls understand
They, take me to the doctor, shot full o' holes
Nurse cried, please save the soul
Killed him for murder, first degree
Judge's wife cried, let the man go free
I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
Well the, men don't know, but little girls understand
Stand out there, cop's wife cried
Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feets in the ground
When you come home you can eat, pork and beans
I eats mo' chicken, any man seen
I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
 


Bluebird Blues

by John Lee Williamson

Bluebird bluebird, I want you to take a
message down south for me
Bluebird bluebird, I want you to take a
message down south for me
I want ya to find Miss Liza Belle and tell her,
I'm just as poor as a man can be
Bluebird, if she's not at home, you needn't
worry yourself by knockin' on the door
Bluebird, if she's not at home, you needn't worry
yourself by knockin' on the door
She may be right across the street,
seein' the next door neighbor, you know
Bluebird, when ya come back to Chicago,
I want you to fly 'tween the sun and cloud
When ya come back to Chicago, I want
you to fly 'tween the sun and the cloud
If ya get a message from Liza Belle,
don't let it hit the ground
 


Built For Comfort

by Willie Dixon
arranged by Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf

Some folk built like this, some folk built like that
But the way I'm built, you shouldn't call me fat
Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed
But I got everything all the good girls need
I don't have no diamond, and I don't have no gold
But I've got a lot of lovin' and I want you to know
That I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed
But I got everything all the good girls need
Some folk built like this, some folk built like that
But the way I'm built, you shouldn't call me fat
Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed
But I got everything all the good girls need
Some folk rip and roar, some folk b'lieve in signs
But if you want me, you got to take your time
Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed
But I got everything all the good girls need
But I got everything all the good girls need
I, I love you baby
I, I love you baby
But I got everything all of the good girls need
And I don't got no diamonds, don't have no gold
Got a lot of lovin' to satisfy your soul
I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed
But I got everything all the good girls need
 


Cadillac Daddy (Mr. Highway Man)


by Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf

Be careful what you're drivin', man
That Cadillac may get away, you better be careful!
There standin' the highway man, standin' parked on the road
There standin' there highway man, parked on the road
You better watch out for the red light, just before you go
Green light says go, red light says stop
Look-a-here boy, you better be on your watch
There's standin' a highway man, parked on
the side of the road
You better be careful, 'bout how you drive
on the road
Stop!
I love the Cadillac, long wreckin' machine
I love a Cadillac, it's a long wreckin' machine
Me an my baby can ride it, ev'rything is nice 'til then
(Yeah!)
I'll make a cool hundred, I ain't got time to stop for gas
I'll make a cool hundred, I ain't got time to stop for gas
I'm gonna drive this automobile, just as long as the gas lasts
(Play it!)
Look-it-here man, please check this oil
Look-it here man, please check this oil
Just a long Cadillac, bound to try out your soil


 
Change My Way


by Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf

I'm got to change my way of livin', this life I'm livin' ain't no good
I'm got to change my way of livin', this life I'm livin' ain't no good
I leave home in the morning, don't come back 'til the break of dawn
My baby said that ain't right, I'll admit that is true
My baby said that ain't right, I'll admit that is true
She said daddy, daddy, you got to change the way you do
You know I leave in the mornin', and I don't come back 'til dawn
You know I leaves in the mornin', and I don't come back 'til dawn
My baby looked me in the eyes, and said daddy, you got to change your evil way
 





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