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Lyrics By John Lee Sanders and Michael Decroix
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Lyrics By John Lee Sanders and Michael Decroix
Verse 1
For many years we lived
By the sea where we were born
Held on to each other
In the eye of every storm
But my baby’s got a feelin’
That this might be the big one
As the storm clouds
above the ocean start to form
Weatherman says she’s closin’ in
Bout Eighty miles off shore
I'm boardin’ up the windows
Like a dozen times before
She might break down the levy
But we’re guardin’ our front door
Baby’s reachin’ out for my hand
'Gainst the wind and rain once more
Chorus
And it's Hard times comin’ down
And it's a test of my faith
Wondering where's my God
May be weather beaten, not defeated
Just a little bit battle scarred,
hard times comin’ down hard
Verse 2
Dawn slowly breaks
And we’re barely holdin’ on
Shrimp boats in the harbour
Ain’t been out for so long
And there’s blues in Biloxi
and my troubles keep on risin’
and there ain’t much left to lose till its all gone
And on the mouth of the Mississippi
It’s a sad day
From Atchafalaya all the way to Red Fish Bay
Devils blood been gushin’
Deeper than a mile below
Poision on the waters
Off the gulf of mexico,
Chorus
Bridge
Oh we survived the hurricane
With the oil in our tracks
Rolled in like a diesel train
And you always had my back
But hard times ain't gonna last forever
We've seen it all before
Cuz we're stronger together
Gonna Make it through one more
Chorus
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Tweakin’ Some Twang
There’s a neon sign that points around back
To A jumpin’ juke joint way ‘cross the tracks
Ain’t got no karaoke, no rappers,
and no dj scratchin’ and spinnin’
Just live downhome blues Cold beer
Red hot women
Sweatin out the rhythm like a chain gang
Soul sista’ shakin’ a tamborang
Come on baby shake that thang
Til the church bells ring
Everybody Sing
Hips be jerkin’ girls be twerkin’
One thang for certain the boys be workin’
The back beat, it’s a groove thang
Come Sunday morning we still be tweakin’ the twang
catchin’ lightin’ bugs in a mason jar
cutting a rug at the Cajun bar
Cry like a bee sting bendin my guitar strings
Another honky tonk angel done got her wings
Need a bottle neck, steel and wood
Gotta thunder machine under the hood
Throwin’ it down like a good boy should
I’m a distant cousin from Johnny b good
Chorus
If you Feel wound up like a ball o’twine
Do the wild thing cross the county line
Ain’t too sophisticated uptown
Slick citified
Get your shuffling shoes, deep fried and amplified
Back in my southern comfort zone
Like a hound dog with a big bone
Gather my posse ride with the gang
To the love zone between the yin and the yang
chorus
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More Than Spoken Words
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More than Spoken words
Music and lyrics by John Lee Sanders
Lyrics by Chris Caswell
©2018 Swampmeister Music, Kazz Song Inc. ASCAP
Mister Johnson goes to church each Sunday Morning
Says it’s by the bible we will find salvation
He’s been found at the “No Tell” Motel out of town
Under Mister Jones he makes his reservation
He found a lost little lamb to take care of
That Mrs. Johnson to this day is unaware of
Do as I say, and not as I do
Do those old familiar words apply to you
Do you practice what you preach
Follow what you teach
It takes more than spoken words
More than spoken words to make it true
In the City there’s a well known politician
Said “If elected I will fight air pollution
But once he won the vote
A lie was all he ever wrote
He fought for those who made a hefty contribution
Private jets on peoples money
Payin’ off a Playboy Bunny
But folks in Louisiana know that
“you can’t drain the swamp”
Chorus
We got a right to state our feelings
Unless our feelings don’t please the majority
We’re free to speak our mind
If we do we find
We get punished just for being a minority
Be careful not to take away the right for
The very liberty we vow to fight for
Chorus
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Barrelhouse Blues
04:48
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Lyrics, Chris Caswell, Kazz Song Inc. ASCAP
Music and Arrangement by John Lee Sanders, Swampmeister music ASCAP
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Lyrics By John Lee Sanders and Michael Decroix
(Male sings verse one)
For all this time I longed to be your man
Can't get no traction with my wheels in the sand
But the hit and run heartbreaks
Brought us back where we began
To that Texas town on Friday nights
Makin' out behind the bleacher lights
First time lovers, never felt that spark again
Somehow we settled for second best
"You headed east", "and you just drifted out West"
How could we lose the promise of love that was so blessed
We were somewhere in the middle
Of two broken hearts
Picking up the pieces
Wondering where to start
pulled in all directions
Young hearts torn apart
Somewhere in the middle of two broken hearts
(female sings verse 2)
For all this time I loved his uptown world
But somewhere inside I'm still that small town girl
They try to compromise you, and buy you with diamonds and pearls
(male)
And if I thought for awhile your heart would never stray
I'd dress you up in style if I only had my way
I'd walk you down the aisle,
But baby even then you wouldn't stay
(together)
Oh he was second hand, second best
I carried that flame inside of my chest
How could we lose the promise of love that was so blessed
Chorus
Bridge
Maybe we're just too easily persuaded
Living in a jaded limbo land
Baby I've waited, ultimated
Too many lines drawn in the sand
Love is too complicated, Overated
But life never turns out like we planned
When you gonna make a move
Cuz this love is fading
But it's so hard when you're standing somewhere
Somewhere in the middle
Chorus
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On My Way To Crazy
04:25
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Lyrics by Chris Caswell, Kazz Song Inc. ASCAP, Michael DeCroix
Music and additional lyrics, by John Lee Sanders, Swampmeister Music, ASCAP
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Lyrics by Chris Caswell, ASCAP Kazz song Inc.
Music by John Lee Sanders, Swampmeister Music ASCAP
Lyrics to come
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Lucky Dog
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Cruisin’ through the Delta
Highway sixty one
Gigging down in Greenville
having too much fun
Reached and found my early times
Took a myself a drink
Mississippi trooper saw me
Wanna put me in the clink
Turns out he’s my ex wife’s cousin
loves to hear me play
Said “you comin to my house for breakfast boy
Then make yo getaway
Lucky dog, I’m a lucky dog
May just be prince charming
In a Mississippi Bull Frog
But tonight I feel like living
High Up on the hog
Bow wow wow yippee yay
I’m a lucky dawg
Well I finally got to Memphis
Had no place to stay
Met a girl on Beale Street
From some place far away
She said Johnny Lee I’m hungry
So I hailed a yellow cab
We had bbq at the rendezvous
And she picked up the tab
Flashed them big ol’ brown eyes
Pretty Little Southern Belle
Said “Baby I booked the penthouse
At the Peabody Hotel
Chorus
Somebody up there likes me
And I thank my lucky star
Got an angel on my shoulder
And My daddy’s old guitar
Yeah somebody up there likes me
And the world is mine tonight
I got a sweet young thing and a diamond ring
And a brand new Cadillac car
I’m a lucky dawg
Strollin’ down on Union
My Guitar in my case
Saw that yellow sun museum
And I check out the place
I could hear Johnny cash and ol’ Jerry Lee
And Carl Perkins sing
The spirit of the Delta calling me
I thought heard the king
They gave me an audition
Man he really dug my sound
He said sign right here on the dotted line Boy
Let’s go paint the town
Chorus
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Lyrics by Michael DeCroix and John Lee Sanders
The Revelry of yesterday
Carnival time…Celebration
Yesterday I was in my prime
With a Horn on a Tuesday morn
I Still wanna lead the band
Down to the river’s invitation
But there’s a time and season
And a reason, a time to be reborn
When Ash Wednesday comes around
I long for higher ground
We’ll all be safe and sound
And the Saints will wear the crown
And that long lost wayward son is homeward bound
To that place where grace and mercy will be found
On that morning when Ash Wednesday comes around
You know I’m gonna be homeward bound
I’ve been marchin’ uptown, downtown
While Fat Tuesday drum rolls clatter
Shufflin’ with the saints and the sinners
Feelin’ that big easy laughter
From the graveyard to the boulevard
To the here and ever after
If you wanna smell the rose
Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns
Chorus
Daylight finds me where the river runs
So deep and pure, far and wide
I can hear angels singing sweetly
from the other side
Big parades and masquerades
Slowly drifting out to sea
Leaving me behind, but I don’t mind
Cuz I’ve made it through the Fire
I’ve made it through the rain
Through the mud and the flood
Down to the wire gotta get on board that train
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Lyrics By John Lee Sanders and Michael Decroix
Joy in the morning
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Baby you’re my joy, joy in the morning
When I fell for you was perfect timing
Heavens and the planets were all aligning
Somewhere in space and time where love unfolds
Verse 2
And you know you’re my joy, my joy in the morning
Weather there’s rain or sun comes shinning
If ever was a cloud with a silver lining
Your heart would always change it into gold
Bridge
And when true love calls from out of nowhere
Like a shooting star we wish upon
And when the nightfall’s the magic somewhere
Calls for the rose colored mist of dawn (or-turns to the rose colored mist of dawn)
Verse 3
Oh you know you’re my joy my joy in the morning
Givin’ my heart wings now it’s soaring
High above the clouds ain’t no raindrops pouring
Somewhere in that place in the sun we’ll surely find
Oh my joy, joy, joy
Bridge
And when true love calls from out of nowhere
Like a shooting star we wish upon
And when the nightfalls the magic everywhere
Calls for the rose colored mist of dawn
Verse 4
You know you’re my joy my joy in the mornin’
Weather there’s rain or sun comes shinin’
Heavens and the planets were all aligning
Somewhere in the sun surely we’re gonna find
Oh we’re gonna find
You’re my joy in the mornin’Joy in the mornin’ time
You know you’re my joy in the morning time
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Big Mama's Gumbo
04:54
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Take a few Crawfish, Red Beans
Better put on some rice
Throw it in a big pot, one bite,
you gotta go back twice
All that mojo in the country
folks sho' be gettin' hungry
She got love in the mix
and I got's to get my fix
I got only one addictions
that's big mama's kitchen
She been cookin' all mornin' til the afternoon
Ya'll better get down here soon
Gotta have me some Big Mama's gumbo, yeah
Laissez les bons temps roulét,
Gonna be a good day
Gotta have me some big mama's gumbo, yeah
Somethin' good in every bite
It's gonna be a good night
We got zydeco on the radio
and the washboard be clickin'
when that gumbo starts to thicken
Alligator tastes like chicken
Okra tomatoes and hambone
Everything be home grown
black eyed peas, candied yams
baby that's who I am
Been wined and dined in Paris
With an uptown million-heiress
but the sweetest one I cherish
way back home in the swamp
Chorus
Well it aint from New Orleans
Ain't creole
Straight from the bayou
and it's sure got soul
Well they boil it down in Lafayette
Way down in Thibodaux
Way down in Breaux Bridge
And even in Monroe,
Big Mama's Gumbo
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John Lee Sanders Palos De La Frontera, Spain
Multi-instrumentalist, Composer, Saxophone, Guitar, Piano, vocalist, and Emmy nominated composer, he has evolved a complex musical gumbo, with the flavors of Americana, Rock, Gospel, Pop, Jazz, R&B, Soul, Country, classical, with a deep love of the traditions, and culture of New Orleans. ... more
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