COCO ROBICHEAUX'S SPIRITLAND

“Yeah, U Rite!”
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Herman Ernest III: Drums, percussion
Charles “Louie” Moore: Bass

He don’t mind standin’ in line fo’ a sno-ball
He takin’ his time, gonna second-line slow, y’all
Gravy drippin’ all over his French fries
You know he love dat chicken from Popeye’s
He’s All Dat! He’s where Y’at!
He’s New Orleans- if you know what I mean
He betcha that he knew where you got yo’ shoes at
He use all dat money to buy him a new hat
Shine yo’ shoes an do a l’il tap dance
Singin’ da blues like he got him a fat chance
He’s a who dat! He’s a tuba fats!
He’s New Orleans- if you know what I mean

Baby, he love all of his beads and doubloons, y’all
Carnival time, he’s like a cartoon, y’all
Clownin’ around down on da conda
Mardi Gras day gonna do like he wanda
He’s a real cool cat, he’s a 9th ward yat
He’s New Orleans- I think you know what I mean

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

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

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

Street Connexxxion
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Michael Sklar: Lead guitar
Kerry Brown: Drums, Percussion
Roy Pope : Bass
Trevor Brooks: B3 Organ

There’s a man standin’ on da conda
Another man drivin’ down the street
He don’t have to honk, he know what he want
And he don’t wanna draw no heat
On his street connexxxion ‘cuz he steers him rite
In the rite direction to make it ‘til tomorrow nite
Yeah, U rite!

There’s a man standin’ in the shadows
Watchin’ all the deals go down
He don’t cut no slack, he knows you’ll be back, Jack
Beggin’ for another round
‘Cuz he’s the street connexxxion, got everything you need
He’s taking up a collection, satisfaction guaranteed
Yes, Indeed!

Now, there’s a man runnin’ down the alley
Another man waitin’ at the end
Now, the law has been broke, but, baby, it ain’t no joke
Sometimes the law can bend
When you the street connexxxion,
you connected to the man
Down at the intersection of supply and demand

Now, there’s a mother crying in a parlor
Her son laid out in his Sunday best
Nobody saw who was first on the draw
But, baby, you can take a guess on yo’ street connexxxion
And you just mite be rite
He gonna deal with yo’ objections
Later on tomorrow nite

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

I’m a Musician
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Herman Ernest III: Drums
Charles “Louie” Moore: Bass
Dave Easley: Pedal Steel
Marc Hewitt, Scott Conklin: Lead Guitar
Irene Sage: Vocals
Hart McNee: Baritone Sax

Now, there’s something about me you don’t understand
You see, I ain’t put together like your average man
When your average man asleep in bed
I’m out there runnin’ like a thoro’bred
And one mo’ thang, I must confess
When I’m on my gig, that’s when I’m at my best
When your average man cuttin’ nine to five
I’m gittin’ it up into over-drive

I play fo’ the sick, I play fo’ the blind
I play fo’ the pearls, I play fo’ the swine
I play fo’ the rich, I play fo’ the poor
I play fo’ them youngsters, I play fo’ the old

I’m a musician, what you ‘spect of me
I’m on a mission-Love in the first degree
Now, another thang about me you don’t know
Got so much love, I’m about to overflow
The ol’ time soul, the heart of a chile
My imagination is runnin’ wild
And just in case you got the slightest doubt

I don’t stop movin’ ‘til I’m all wore out
I play fo’ the money, I play fo’ the fun
I play ‘cuz I got to, I play ‘til I’m done
I play fo’ the happy, I play fo’ the blue
I play fo’ the many, I play fo’ the few

I’m a musician, sent here to see you through
Just like a physician, good for what’s ailin’ you
One mo’ thang I must admit
Once I git to goin’, I just can’t quit
Gotta lay down the rhythm, gotta lay down the blues
You got to move it ‘til you come unglued
When you startin’ to sweat, you get so hot
That’s when I’m gonna give it all I got

I’m a musician, they don’t make a lot like me
Like a magician-settin’ yo’ fancy free

Back Around Blues
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Kerry Brown: Drums
Roy Pope : Bass
Michael Sklar: Lead guitar
Irene Sage, Hart McNee: Vocals

Hey, baby, what’s wrong? You can tell yo’ daddy
Lord, how long you been feelin’ this way
I know there must be somethin’ yo’ sweet
lovin’ daddy do or say
Looka heah!

I tried to see my baby, I heard she was feelin’ down
Tried everything in my power to bring my baby back around
Said, “Baby, what’s ailin’ you?”
I know there must be somethin’ yo’ sweet
lovin’ daddy say or do
Check it out now!

Now, I tried to see my baby, just the other day
I touched her on her l’il shoulder
but she just turned and walked away
I said, “Oh, baby, what can the matter be?”
I know there must be somethin’
to bring you back around to me

Now, baby, I know about the fella
you been seein’ on the side
And I don’t believe he love you,
he just takin’ you fo’ a ride
Yes he is, baby, I know your love not true
And I still believe there’s somethin’ yo’ sweet
lovin’ daddy say or do
Now lissen heah!

I tried to find my baby, she could not be found
They told me on the conda, lord, that she just
Caught a bus downtown,
Said, “Baby, what’s on yo’ mind?” I do believe there’s somethin’ ‘cause you treat yo’ sweet daddy so unkind
Check it out, honey

Sittin’ on Death Row
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar, percussion
Kerry Brown: Drums
Andre Maritato: Bass
Dave Easley: Pedal Steel
Marc Hewitt, Scott Conklin: Lead Guitar
Trevor Brooks: B3 Organ
Irene Sage, Dorian Rush: Vocals
Smokey Greenwell: Harmonica

Now, we all livin’ under the penalty of death
Even those that grow old must breath their last breath
Ain’t no pardon from the gov’na, son,
the chance is slim to none
And the worst thing about it-
we can’t remember what we done
Sittin’ on death row, waitin’ to die
I guess we’ll find out more about it in the sweet by and by
Now, the biggest of attorneys can’t argue on yo’ case
And the best of bail bondsmen
can’t release you from this place
Ain’t no prayers from yo’ granmaw,
ain’t no letters from yo’ friends
Gonna ever sway that judge into makin’ yo’ amends
Sittin’ on death row, waitin’ on yo’ name
And the way this system’s workin’ is a doggone shame

Sittin’ on death row, can’t make no plan
Sittin’ on death row, I can’t understand
Lord have some mercy, show some mercy on my soul
Why don’t you just set me free or give me life on parole

Well, I called out to my baby in the very next cell
I said, “Honey, I had a nightmare,
I dreamed I died and went to hell”
She said, “Take it easy, baby, that dream is know as living, the judge done made his judgement
and the jury’s unforgiving”
Sittin’ on death row, lookin’ at you
Ain’t a goddamn thing either one of us can do

Sittin’ on death row, day after day
Sittin’ on death row, ain’t nothin’ you can say
See, we all been convicted of a capital crime
And now our execution’s just a matter of time

I been sittin’ on death row, lookin’ for a sign
Sittin’ on death row, ‘bout to lose my mind
You know, it’s nice to think about it,
but there ain’t no escape
So many men have tried it, ain’t a one has made his break
Sittin’ on death row, worried ‘bout my life
Now I can see there’s no exception for my children or my wife

Sittin’ on death row, thinkin’ ‘bout my past
Sittin’ on death row, time is runnin’ out fast
Hey now! Warden comin’, jinglin’ on his keys
Brings me one step closer to my final destiny

I’m sittin on death row, I wonder could it be a dream
Sittin, on death row, maybe life ain’t what is seems
You know, of all the dear departed,
ain’t but ONE of them returned
To offer consolation with the lessons that HE learned

Sittin’ on death row, now they openin’ my cell
I ‘m sittin’ on death row, goin’ to heaven or hell
You know, I’m gon’ stop and tell the warden
As I look him in the eye,
“Say, baby, we gon’ find out more
about it in the sweet by and by”

If You Still Want Me
Coco Robicheaux: Vocals, rhythm guitar
Kerry Brown: Drums
Roy Pope: Bass
Dave Easley: Pedal Steel
Smokey Greenwell: Harmonica
Trevor Brooks-Piano, B3 Organ

If these old tracks and this old train
Could carry me back to my home again
I’d pray, good lord, as I got on board
That you‘d still want me

I’ve traveled far for a long, long time
I can’t say what I’d hoped to find
I found out, now there ain’t any doubt
It was always you

And if there’s one thing I understand
Life’s just too tough for just one man
Now I know I need a hand
If you’re still waiting and you still want me

On a red dirt road that ran thru town
I left there running, oh, I’ve turned around
Got a long way home-a long way to go
If you’re still waiting
And you still want me