Work of the Devil
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Herman Ernest III: Drums, percussion
Roy Pope : Bass
Michael Sklar: Lead Guitar, percussion
Trevor Brooks: B3 Organ
Irene Sage: Vocals, percussion
I’ve seen the work of the devil everywhere I’ve been
The way people doin’ is a doggone sin
Everybody thinking about themselves
Ain’t got a minute for nobody else
Now, it might seem funny, I don’t care
I’m gonna stick with you baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere
It’s time to rock, y’all, rock for the ages
We gotta roll, roll back the pages
We got the power beyond control
Rock of ages gonna save your soul
I see the work of the devil everywhere I go
It don’t take a dollar to lose your soul
Everybody lookin’ out for number one
It’s too late to worry ‘bout what’s been done
People bein’ bad and they think that’s cool
I live to love, y’all, I ain’t no fool
It’s time to rock, y’all, rock for the ages
We gotta roll, roll back the pages
We got the power beyond control
Rock of ages gonna save your soul
I hear a lotta people sayin’ that they can’t tell
Lord, this might be heaven and it might be hell
It don’t really matter if you askin’ me
‘Cuz it’s the same kinda place that you want it to be
You got a hand in the way things go
The rock of ages gonna save your soul
REVELATOR
Hot Sauce Boogie
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Herman Ernest III: Drums, percussion
Roy Pope : Bass
Trevor Brooks: Piano, B3 Organ
Jerry Embree: Tenor Sax
Hart McNee: Baritone Sax
Smokey Greenwell: Harmonica
Irene Sage, Dorian Rush: Vocals
If you ever get down in my neck of the woods
Got somethin’ down there make you feel real good
Some like it cold, some like it hot
Hot sauce boogie, what we got
Hot sauce boogie, make you feel alrite
Hot sauce boogie, make you dance all nite
L’il baby brother, L’il sister Sue
Bring out the boogie in ol’ Gramaw too
Out on the bayou, down in the swamp
Hot sauce boogie, baby, all they want
Hot sauce boogie, good for yo’ soul
Hot sauce boogie is outta control
Early in the mornin’, late last nite
Everybody sleepin’, put out the lite
Heard somethin’ shakin’, sound like a fight
Got outta bed, turn on the light
Walk to the kitchen, open up the do’
Mama and Papa had to boogie some mo’
Hot sauce boogie had ‘em goin’ to town
Hot sauce boogie had ‘em shakin’ on down
Louisiana Boogie, hot like hell
Hot damn boogie, gotta see fo’ yo’ self
Put yo’ arms in the air, higher and higher
Shake yo’ legs, like they caught on fire
Hot sauce boogie, make you boogie, Chile
Hot sauce boogie, Louisiana style
Hot sauce boogie, gonna make you sweat
Hot sauce boogie, gonna get you wet
The Moment (I Lay Eyes on You)
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Kerry Brown: Drum
Roy Pope : Bass
Michael Sklar: Lead Guitar
Trevor Brooks: B3 Organ
Jerry Embree: Tenor Sax
Irene Sage: Vocals
If I had to choose one thing above all
Of the reasons I love you, it would be the way I fall
In love with you, brand new, the moment I lay eyes on you
If I could reveal what I feel in my heart
You would know how much I’ve loved you
Right from the start
I knew you’d love me too
The moment I lay eyes on you
Now and then, a love such as ours
is granted the blessing to grow
And how it’s been being loved by you, darling
Is something I want you to know
If I could express all this love in a song
You would know all the while I was meant to belong
Beside you- the moment I lay eyes on you
Now, if there’s any doubt at all in your mind
Just remember that I’ll love you until the end of time
And if there’s a will, I know there’s a way
To show you I love you every day
Ten Commandments of the Blues
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Kerry Brown: Drums
Dave Easley: Pedal Steel
Roy Pope: Bass
Marc Hewitt, Dave Renson: Lead Guitar
Irene Sage, Dorian Rush: Vocals
Smokey Greenwell: Harmonica
Now, the bottom line of how it’s done, son
Is all laid out in commandment number one
Commandment number one say, “I am the blues,
And thou shalt never place before me no other grooves,
Not no rap, no reggae-no rock ‘n’ roll,
And never bow down to rhythm or soul”
You must follow the blues, there is no other groove
Now, another than a bluesman ain’t ‘sposed to do
Is all spelled out in Commandment number two
Commandment number two say,
“Thou shalt not sang, scream,
shout or holler the blues’ name in vain”
Thou must never shout out the blues’ name in vain
Ol’ Moses say, “Boy, better listen to me, and pay you
attention to Commandment number three”
Commandment number three say, “Remember the blues
Sabbath day, and always keep it funky on the nite of Saturday”
Always keep it funky on the nite of Saturday
Now, the thang to remember, like I told you so,
Why it’s all wrote out in Commandment number four
Commandment number four say, “Honor all the bluesmans and blueswomens, too that went and gigged before you, for they has truly paid their doggone dues”
Never disrespect the ones that came before you
Better listen up, baby, don’t gimme no jive
You best git down with Commandment number five
Commandment number five say, “Don’t kill the bluesman-
let him live Don’t use yo’ Saturday nite special, your razor, bat or shiv
No one kill a bluesman, it would surely be a sin
Now, you guaranteed to git yo’self in a fix
If you don’t abide by Commandment number six
Commandment number six say, “Thou shalt not screw ol’ ladies of musicians who is dedicated to the blues.
Don’t go disrespecting the ladies of the blues
Now, one good way to git locked outta heaven
Is when you been messin’ round with Commandment number seven Commandment number seven say, “Thou shalt not rip off another bluesman’s or blueswoman’s gigs, licks, riffs or chops-least till he drops”
Never try and steal another man’s fire
Now, baby, here’s a lesson you better git straight
And it’s all put together in Commandment number eight
Commandment number eight say, “Thou shalt not lie
To all the other bluesmans ‘bout how much you made on yo’ gig last nite
Never lie about the money you made last nite
Now, listen up, baby, and you’ll do jes fine
If you jes git a handle on Commandment number nine
Commandment number nine say, “Thou shalt bear no greed fo’ a bluesman’s wife or girlfriend, ho or main squeeze”
Now, the devil gonna git you, but you won’t know when
if you don’t obey Commandment number ten
Commandment number ten say, “Don’t be jealous, Jack, of a bluesman’s Steson, Cadillac or axe”
Never judge a bluesman by his hat or Cadillac
Godammit! That’s yo’ Commandments of the blues
Now get yo’ ass together and go out and pay some dues
The ten Commandments of the blues
