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Big Old Bunch Of Your Love
Holes in the windows, holes in the screens
Holes in the patches of my old blue jeans
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love
Holes in the gutter, holes in the roof
Holes in my shoes if you you need more proof
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love
Empty ‘frigerator
Empty gas tank
Empty safe box down at the bank
My pew sits empty on Sunday morn
Be empty ‘til Gabriel blows his horn
Preacher says I got a hole in my soul
Seems like even my holes got holes
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love
Empty rooms
Empty halls
Empty frames hanging on empty walls
Whole lot of empty - I’m laying claim
To a spot in the holey hall of fame
Hole in my belly
And that ain’t all
Got a great big hole in my outhouse stall
I ain’t got nothin’
No I ain’t got nothin’
I ain’t got nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love
You might think I got a hole in my head
But I don’t need nothin’ when it’s done and said
No I don’t need nothin'
I don’t need nothin’
I don’t need nothin’ but a big old bunch of your love
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It's A Rough World, Baby
04:09
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It's A Rough World Baby
Joseph said to Mary “Honey tell me what’s wrong
“Why you so downhearted, why is your face so long?
Mary said “Joseph, this is why I’m so blue
“If He’s the son of God how come He looks just like you?”
It’s a rough world baby
It’s a tough world baby
But it’s our world baby and we just got to try to get along
Angels and archangels gathered from on high
Singing to that baby from way up in the sky
“This world you were dropped into ain’t ready for you
“Gonna see a lot of trouble, boy, before you get through”
It’s a rough world baby
It’s a tough world baby
But it’s your world baby and you’re gonna have to try to get along
(B) Now you might be like me and I might be like you
Don’t lock us in a room with all those other fools
I would never tell you that you can’t have any fun
I’m only suggesting that your work is never done
Poor Noah he was thinking as the rain began to fall
“I don’t know how I will ever have room for them all
“And Lord you take a look down below the main deck
“Tell me who’s gonna help me clean up that mess”
It’s a rough world baby
It’s a tough world baby
And it’s gonna be a wet world baby grab a shovel and we’ll try to get along
(B) You might want a halo - you might desire wings
You might choose to throw that all away for other worldly things
The only thing that matters when you calculate your worth
Is how you treat your brothers and sisters here on earth
St. Peter at the pearly gates was readin’ from his list
The line was long, the penitents were getting kinda … angry
Patience is a virtue when you come before the throne
You don’t want to mess up now and get sent back down on your own
It’s a rough world baby
It’s a tough world baby
But it’s our world baby and we all got to try to get along
It’s a rough world baby
It’s a tough world baby
Grab your ankles and smile, we’re gonna be here a while
It’s a rough world baby
It’s our world baby and we all got to try to get along
Yeah it’s our world baby and we all got to try to get along
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Highway
04:33
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Highway
Oh darlin’ I been away so long
The only way I feel close to you is when I sing my songs
I swear I can almost touch your face and then I break a string
I sure could use some of your tenderness ‘cause I’m runnin’ out of steam
Oh darlin’ this old highway is killin’ me
Maybe it’s because I’m not as young as I used to be
Scenes from old B movies keep replayin' in my dreams
Sure could use a tailwind now ‘cause I’m runnin’ out of steam
I’m tired of chasin' my tail
Endin’ up on a nine inch nail
Endin’ up where I don’t belong
Seems everything I do is wrong
I’m tired of missin’ your smile
It’s gonna be a little while ’til
I’m back in your arms
Sky was dark and angry when I left Tennessee
A thousand miles behind me is where I’d rather be
Burnin’ oil, one headlight gone, chasin’ that centerline
Both me and this old engine we seen better times
I’m tired of chasin' my tail
Endin’ up on a nine inch nail
Endin’ up where I don’t belong
Seems everything I do is wrong
I’m tired of missin’ your smile
It’s gonna be a little while ’til
I’m back in your arms
(B) My radio is playin’ music
From another Em)place and time
Fragrance of your hair is sitting heavy on my mind
I’m tired of chasin' my tail
Endin’ up on a nine inch nail
Endin’ up where I don’t belong
Seems everything I do is wrong
I’m tired of missin’ your smile
It’s gonna be a little while ’til
I’m back in your arms
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Please
05:59
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Please
Help me
Help me, mother
Shine your light down on me
In my darkness I can’t see what road I’m on
Help me
Help me, mother
Take these chains from my legs
They’re so heavy - I’m just trying to get back home
I’ve been looking
For my savior
She ain’t been around in a while
You always promised she would never give up on me
I’m tired of stumbling
I’m tired of falling down
I’m tired of navigating this world on my own
Help me
Mother
Please
Help me
Help me, mother
Find my wings so I can fly
I want to soar up in heaven with you
There’s an angel
On my shoulder
And there’s a devil at my knee
But there’s nothing at all where my soul used to be
I’m still looking
For my savior
She ain’t been around for a long long while
Maybe she forgot she ain’t supposed to give up on me
I’m tired of being lost
But I’m scared of being found
I’m tired of trying to find some sacred ground
Help me
Mother
Please
I’m tired of being sick
I’m tired of being poor
I’m tired of wondering what the hell I’m living for
Help me
Mother
Please
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Somehow She Loves Me
04:30
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Somehow She Loves Me
I'm a host of good intentions prob’ly on my road to hell
Ceremony and convention have never served me well
I’m hardly strictly anything that I really ought to be
But I love her
And somehow she loves me
She’s got a moral compass that is always pointing north
While my own sense of direction tends to wander back and forth
And she makes me a better man than I ever thought I’d be
And I love her
And somehow she loves me
(C)She’s got the moon in her hip pocket
Constellations in her eyes
And when she says she needs me
It still takes me by surprise
She’s a hint of desert springtime
On days I can barely breathe
And I love her
And somehow she loves me
There is no rhyme nor reason, no simple point of fact
No honest explanation, no rule in white and black
Why I have been the chosen, blessed to receive
But I love her
And somehow she loves me
Why I have been the chosen, blessed to receive
Yes I love her
And somehow she loves me
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Crash on the levee mama, water's gonna overflow
Swamp gonna rise, ain't no boat gonna row
You can train on down to Williams Point
You can bust your feet
You can rock this joint
But mama ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
Gonna have to find yourself another best friend somehow
Don't try to move me mama, you're just gonna lose
Crash on the levee, mama you been refused
Well it's sugar for sugar
And salt for salt
If you go down in that flood gonna be your own damn fault
Oh mama ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
Gonna have to find yourself another best friend somehow
High water rising', mama, don't you let me down
Pack up your suitcase mama, don't you make a sound
Well it's king for king
And queen for queen
Gonna be the baddest flood anybody's ever seen
Hey mama ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
Gonna have to find yourself another best friend somehow
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Eric Ramsey Scottsdale, Arizona
2022 International Blues Challenge Winner - Solo/Duo Category, and Memphis Cigar Box Award Winner for best
guitarist!
Eric writes from experience about the human condition - at times sensitive, at times humorous, always thought-provoking. His arrangements and delivery encompass a spectrum of styles, from delicate fingerpicking to raucous, bluesy bottleneck slide.
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