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R. J. Morris

 

I invite you to take a moment and view the following lyrics to all songs included on my Blues CD:

 

All sixteen songs were written by myself. I attempted to cover as many styles of the Blues as possible in composing the music. I will freely admit that my music is strongly influenced by those people whose work I admire. The lyrics are probably a reflection of my own life experiences and observations, but again I have been strongly influenced by those same people and their styles. Having said that, I have not consciously tried to emulate anyone else or their material. What you hear is myself singing the blues I created in my own style.

 

If you are a musician and searching for new material then I hope you will consider performing or even recording my work. All rights to the songs are reserved. Unauthorized use is a violation of applicable International laws. Please contact me should you be interested in using my material.

 

I welcome all comments!  Thank you!  R. J. Morris "Pickin' Blues"

 

You Got To Believe

© (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

Cross my heart and hope to die.

It wasnít me I have an alibi. It was

another fool who looked a lot like me.  

I wouldnít do you no wrong, baby, You got to believe.

 

Itís you, only you Iím liviní for.

Put your faith in me,  you

know I wouldnít do you no harm.

 

I never met her.  Donít know her name.

Wasnít my car in the passiní lane.  It was

some other fool canĎt help what you see.  Wouldnít

tell you no lie, just put your faith in me.

 

That cheap motel?  On the outside of town? With

rooms by the hour when the sun goes down?  Never

heard about it.  Donít know a thing, Ďbout

that card in my pocket, or that lipstick stain.

 

Itís you,  only you Iím liviní for.

Put your faith in me.  You

know I wouldnít do you no harm.

 

Didnít spend my money.  Wasnít messiní around.

I lost my paycheck on a street downtown.  

Donít know a thing, got nothing to hide.

Canít live without you, wouldnít tell you no lie.

 

Itís you, only you Iím liviní for.

Put your faith in me, you

know I wouldnít do you no harm.

It was another fool,  Baby,  

Ahhh! You got to believe.

 

Ordained to Preach The Blues

©   (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

Got my leaniní the hard way, goiní to the toughest school.

I was first in my class, learned about the hurtiní rules.

I can quote you scriptures, lived Ďem and wrote some too.

Iím qualified to teach,  Iím ordained to preach the blues.

 

I can walk in a bar room, filled up with drunks and fools. Spot a

man with bad luck, tell you where he went wrong too

Ďcause I started at the bottom, went on down from there.  Carried the

blues  aílong with me,  earned my right to be here.

 

Preachiní the blues, I can tell Ďem what itís all

a - bout.    I can preach the blues

Ďtill the bar-tender throws me out.

 

Iím ordained to preach the blues,  learned all I know from you.

You took a strong non -believer, said he didnít have the right to choose.

Yeah, you took a happy man, I only needed faith in you.  Then you

started at the bottom and taught me how to preach the blues

 

I can quote you scriptures, lived Ďem and wrote some too.

Iím qualified to teach,  Iím ordained to preach the blues

 

Yeah, Iím preachiní the blues, I can tell Ďem what itís all

a - bout.  I can preach the blues

Ďtill the bar-tender throws me out.

 

Smooth Talkiní Devil

© (P) 2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I got a forty dollar haircut, wear a tailor-made suit.

I have more pick up lines than one man could ever use.

I love and leave Ďem, make Ďem like it too. But

Iím a natural born, smooth talkiní devil

with one bad case of the blues.

 

Not a woman in town, donít know my name.

When they see me cominí, they never walk away.

Got Ďem standiní in line,  see what Iím gonna do. ĎCause

Iím a natural born,  smooth talkiní devil,

but Iím running away from the blues.

 

Iím a natural born, smooth talkiní devil,

donít need no fancy degree. Got

things to do, places to be,  

Iím in demand, women waitiní on me.  I could

have more loviní than a man can use.  ĎCause Iím a

natural born, smooth talkiní devil,  

but Iím liviní in hell with the blues.

 

If they need some answers, I got a sure- fire plan.

When they need some loviní, Iím a good-time man.

Got all the moves, know what to do.

Iím just a natural born, smooth talkiní devil,

a devil with the blues.

 

Iím a natural born, smooth talkiní devil,

Donít need no fancy degree. Got

things to do, places to be,  

Iím in demand, women waitiní on me.  I could

have more loviní than a man can use.  Ď Cause Iím a

natural born, smooth talkiní devil,  

but Iím liviní in hell with the blues.

 

Down For The Count

© (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I never had a dollar, that I could call my own.

I get no respect, my lovinís over - due at home.

I have bills that I canít pay, even if I wanted too.

Iím down for the count.

Iíve been knocked out by the blues.

 

Well, I was number five of my Daddyís seven sons.

On the outside looking in, dodginí trouble on the run.

But I was way to slow, so the Police caught me too.

Now Iím down for the count.

Iíve been knocked out by the blues.

 

I finally met a woman, thought my luck had turned around.

But her man came home early,  heard my story  with - a - frown.

I said, I didnít know sheís married to a man as big as you!

Now Iím down for the count.

Iíve been knocked out by the blues.

Iíve been knocked out by the blues.

 

Iím Goin' To Walk Away From The Blues

©   (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

You have me in your pocket, youíre the

boss, Iím your hard workiní man.

I bring home the jelly, but you have that head-ache again.

Been thinking all night, canít sleep in the condition Iím in.

 

Iím goin' to leave you, Baby.  Better

listen to what Iím goin' to do.  Yeah,

Iím goin' to leave you, Mama.

This is the end of me and you.

Iíll be free at last,

Iím goin' to walk away from the blues.

 

I went down to the station,

see how far I can go.  Plan to

shake this town, Baby, forget the pain you put me though.  

Donít need a woman like you, teach me how to sing the blues.

 

Iím goin' to leave you, Baby.  Better

listen to what Iím goin' to do.  Yeah,

Iím goin' to leave you, Mama.

This is the end of me and you.

Iíll be free at last,

Iím goin' to walk away from the blues.

 

You didnít leave me much money,  but

itís enough to get away from here.   

Need a change of scenery, a total change of atmosphere.

Time to pack my troubles, find a good woman who cares.

 

Iím goin' to leave you, Baby.  Better

listen to what Iím goin' to do.  Yeah,

Iím goin' to leave you, Mama.

This is the end of me and you.

Iíll be free at last,

Iím goin' to walk away from the blues.  

Iím goin' to walk away from the blues.

 

I Met A Fool Today

©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I met a fool today.  He couldnít do one thing right.

He was down on his luck, been up all night.

His eyes were half blind, couldnít get no sleep.  

And it crossed my mind, Baby, he looked a lot like me.

 

I met a fool today.  He was shaking and breakiní inside.

The whole world had turned around, by a woman on his mind.

His days were nights. His nights were like days.

Hours were years.  But he couldnít  feel the pain,

 

Of being alone. Being down and out.

Beiní made a fool, with his brains burned out.

Beiní wasted on wine, easy women and the blues.

He had one thing on his mind, Baby,

And that one thing was you.

 

I met a fool today.  And he had crossed the line.

He was lookingí for his woman, drinkiní cheap wine.

Spent all his hard earned money,  he didnĎt look half sane.

He had the blues to the bone, Baby,  but he couldnĎt feel the pain.

 

I met a fool today, Baby.  He looked just like me.

He was talkiní Ďbout his woman, it was plain for anyone to see.

He had the blues so bad, it was a cryiní shame.

But that fool in the mirror, couldnít feel the pain.

 

Of being alone.  Being down and out.

Beiní made a fool, with his brains burned out.

Beiní wasted on wine, easy women and the blues.

He had one thing on his mind, Baby,

And that one thing was you.

 

I met a fool today, Ahhh!,

I met a fool today, Baby.   

He didnít feel no pain.

You know I met a fool today.

 

Just Another Word

© (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I wear a worn-out suit from the welfare store.  

Drive a ten year old car IĎm still payinĎ for.  

Canít pay the rent. Lord knows itís way over due.  

And love is just another word for the blues.

 

Lost my job, didnít cause me no pain.  

My moneyís all gone, you know it didnít mean a thing.  

But when you up and left me, I learned the hard truth.

Love is  just another word for the blues.

 

Iím takiní late night walks  alone and cold in the rain.

Drinkiní cheap wine just to keep me half sane.  

I need to clear my head and forget about you.  

ĎCause love is just another word for the blues.

 

Asked my doctor what can I do? He said, I

see it in your face, man, whatís wrong with you.  

You got a bad case of love and there is nothing I can do,

Ďcause love is just another word for the blues.

 

Iím takiní late night walks  alone and cold in the rain.

Drinkiní cheap wine just to keep me half sane.  

I need to clear my head and forget about you.  

Love is just another word for the blues.

 

Iím gonna get myself together, stop drinkiní cheap booze.  

Give up cigarettes,  stop thinkiní bout you.  I donít

need your kind of loviní or the things you put me through,

Ďcause love is just another word for the blues.

 

Iím takiní late night walks  alone and cold in the rain.

Drinkiní cheap wine just to keep me half sane.  

I need to clear my head and forget about you.  

ĎCause love is just another word for the blues.

Love is just another word for the blues.

 

Take Me To The Top

 ©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris, BMI

 

She said  ďYou are a quiet one.   Honey, Iíve been watching you.

Do you come to this bar

just to have a drink, set alone and think - or

to do the things that other men do?

Iím not here to waste my time, I

have an over-night trip planned for two.Ē

 

She said  ďIíve never been the kind that finds love on the run.

Well maybe just a time or two.

Iím lookingí for a man who can take me to the top,

I can make it back alone, I just want to enjoy the view.

I think youíre just the one

and Iíd like to make the trip with you.Ē

 

I said ďIím not a happy man, but Iíve been clear to the top

and may-be I could go again with you.

I have no other plans, Iím fresh out of ideas,  but

Iíll give it my best try, there is nothing I can lose but the blues.

And to tell you the truth

Baby, Iíve been watching you too.Ē

 

She said  ďIím lookingí for a man who can take me to the top,

I can make it back alone, I just want to enjoy the view.

I think youíre just the one and Iíd like to make the trip with you.Ē

 

I can take you to the top

And I know you will enjoy the view.

 

You Got The Dog

©   (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

You got the house.  You got the car.

Got my paycheck, but you went to far.

You have all the things I couldnít stand to lose.

You even got the dog woman and I got the blues

 

You took the children, and the color TV.

Told the judge, I was to blind to see, so

you took away my books  and my readiní chair too.

You even got the dog, all I got was the blues.

 

Iím runniní around, my mind broke down.

My nerves would make a strong man cry.

Iím talking to myself about things that donít last and Baby,

you know the reason why!

 

You got the credit cards, the bills are all mine.

The judge said ďyour lucky boy, youíre not spendiní time.Ē  

I didnít need no cloths, so you got them too.

You even got the dog woman and I got the blues.

 

Iím runniní around, my mind broke down.

My nerves would make a strong man cry.

Iím talking to myself about things that donít last and Baby,

you know the reason why!

 

You took my good name, drug it through the street.

Took all my friends, they turned against me.

Didnít cross my mind you could ever be so cruel.

You even got the dog woman and I got the blues.

You even got the dog, woman, all I got was the blues.

 

Thatís Good News

©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

You found a new lover.  One with good looks, money and style.

He bought you a red fox stole, wines and dines you too.

And you wore out your new shoes,  danciní away the blues.

 

And you keep sayiní thatís good news,

Lord knows, thatís real good news.  

But if thatís good news, Baby,

keep the bad news to yourself.

 

Iím still payiní on credit, Iím over my limit, at the bar and the grocery store.

Been working two jobs, just to make ends meet, but the

judge said all my pay-checks are yours.

Itís gettiní harder evíry day, to drive the blues away from my door.

 

Well, thatís good news,

Lord knows, thatís real good news.  

But if thatís good news, Baby,

keep the bad news to yourself.

 

I hear youíre goiní to the islands  to get some sun,

and your loverís gonna pay for that too.  You say Iím

gettiní old and lazy, and that new man is younger than you?  Ahhh!, Baby,

I didnít need to hear that! Donít you know, itís enough to give a man the blues.

 

You keep saying thatís good news,

Lord knows, thatís real good news.  

But if thatís good news, Baby,

keep the bad news to yourself.

 

Well, I guess thatís good news,

Lord knows, thatís real good news.

But if thatís good news, Baby,

Please keep the bad news to yourself.

If thatís the good news, Baby,

You can keep the bad news to yourself.

If thatís good news, Baby

Please keep the bad news to yourself.

 

You Can Run But You Canít Hide  

©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I didnít read it in the paper,

didnít hear it on the late night news.

And your friends in the bar didnít have a word to say, thatís true.

But I know youíre fooliní around, I can hear it in the words you donít use.

 

You have it written on your face, Baby,

I donít have to look twice.  I can see it in you eyes, hear it in your voice.

You canít hide it with a smile, cause it shows in the way you move.

Youíre cheatiní on our love, well you can run but you canít hide from the blues.

 

I donít know what I could say, that

would make you change the things you do. Youíre on

top of the world, Iím the last thing on your mind. Those

new dreams arenít about me and you.

Youíre cheatiní on our love, well you can run but you canít hide from the blues.

 

Yeah, you can run but you canít hide from the blues.

Your cheatiní on our love, you can run but you canít hide from the blues.

 

Something Goiní On (Around Here) 

©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris, BMI

 

You have a new way of walkiní, and

you dress like the French gone wild.

You have a new way of talkiní,  and

I donít like whatís behind that smile.

Iím kind of slow on learning,   

couldnít say for certain,

but one thing is more than

clear. Iím not getting any smarter

but thereís Something goiní on around here

 

YouĎre never at home, you

donít answer the phone, all I

hear is, ďIíll get back to youď.

Went by your house, but the lights were turned out,

my key wouldnít even  fit the door.

My letters came back, I canít take it any-more,

tired of talkiní to myself and walkiní the floor.

Iím not getting any smarter but thereís

something going on around here.

 

Thereís something goiní on around here, Baby,

Iím afraid to give it a name.

Youíre on a one - way track to the end of the line,

Iím just a passenger on that train.

Iím kind of slow on learning, couldnít say for certain, but

one thing is more than clear.

Iím not getting any smarter but thereís

Something going on around here

 

It never crossed my mind you

were spendingí time, with my

best friend, canít you see?

I was workingí all day, playiní cards all night,

out with my friends, thinkingí things were all - right.  

It was a good life, Baby, good enough for

Me.  Thought your love was mine.

Iím not getting any smarter but thereís

something goiní on around here.

 

Thereís something goiní on around here, Baby,

Iím afraid to give it a name.

Youíre on a one - way track to the end of the line,

Iím just a passenger on that train.

Iím kind of slow on learning, couldnít say for certain, but

one thing is more than clear.

Iím not getting any smarter but thereís

something going on around here.

Thereís something goiní on around here.

 

Drinkiní With The Blues  

©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris ,  BMI

 

I wake up with a new friend, Ö every single morn-iní.  

Count the hours as they slip on by.  

I think of you every minute, then

tell myself  that same old lie;

I wonít miss you one more second,

But Iím drinkiní with the blues to-night.

 

Youíre just a good - time, every manís woman.

They all know what they can do with you.

But you canít hurt me with youíre cheatiní,  

Cause I have an understandiní with the blues.

 

I paid your Cadillac off last Friday,

you got my pay-check,  when I had one to give.

Now,youíre liviní on scotch and Champaign, Baby,

Iím liviní on the blues and tears.

 

Youíre just a  good - time, every manís woman.

Saw you struttiní Ďround late at night.

You wore those mid - thigh - black - silk stockinís, Baby,

and your red leather dress was too tight.  Thatís right!

 

You wore those white string pearls with matchinĎ ear rings,

I bought on sale at the Wal-Mart store.

And those big diamonds shining on your fingers,

are the ones Iím still payiní for.

 

I wake up with a new friend, every single morn-iní.

Count the hours as they slip on by.

 I cry the blues most evíry ev-niní,

then tell myself  just one more lie;

I wonít miss you one more second,  

But Iím drinkiní with the blues tonight.

 

Drinkiní with the blues tonight.

Wonít miss you one more second,

cause Iím drinking with the blues tonight.

 

The Blues Keep Hanginí ĎRound

©  (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I got the blues cominí Ďround,  knockiní at my door.

Messiní with my mind, they got me walkiní cross the floor.

Thinkiní bout you woman,  I should be glad that I am free.

But the blues keep hanginí Ďround, and

they keep on torturing me.

 

I got time to roll the dice, time to think twice.

I can hang out with the guys.  I can party all night. Iím

getting drinks for free, big women fall in love with me.

But the blues keep hanginí Ďround,

they just wonĎt let me be.

 

I bought a new car last Friday, this week I got a raise.

Iím rolliní in the money, hit the jackpot on Monday.

Evíry thing I touch,  Ahhh!  turns to pure gold.

But the blues keep hanginí Ďround,

Your memorĎy has a hold on me.

 

I donít need your kind of loviní, Iím so happy that youíre gone.

Baby, things are lookingí up it seems. Iím

feeliní ten years younger and the best is good enough for me.

But the blues keep hanginí Ďround, got me

thinking Ďbout what used to be.

 

I got the blues cominí Ďround,  knockiní at my door.

Messiní with my mind,  they got me walkiní cross the floor.

Thinkiní bout you woman, I should be glad that I am free,

But the blues keep hanginí Ďround,

they just  wonít let me be.

They blues keep  on hanginĎ Ďround, Baby.

 

Serving Life With The Blues

© (P)  2006 Roger J. Morris,  BMI

 

I had no defense, I couldnít say a thing.  

She was the prosecuting attorney, slandered my good name.

She was the judge and the jury, had the evidence too.

Now the verdict is in,

Iím serving life with the blues.

 

Iím in a solitary cell, facing life without parole

Doing hard time in a dark - empty hole.  

Another broken man with nothing else to lose.  

She wanted more than I could give,

Iím serving life with the blues.

 

She locked my heart up in chains, threw away the key.

Didnít want to hear my story, wouldnít listen to my plea.

She said one simple crime of passion will be the end of you.

You have forever and a day.

Youíre serving life with the blues.

 

Iím in a solitary cell, facing life without parole.

Doing hard time in a dark - empty hole.  

Another broken man with nothing else to lose.  

She wanted more than I could give,

Iím serving life with the blues.

 

 

Born To Sing The Blues

©  (P)   2006 Roger J. Morris, BMI

 

There are men in this world who have riches and fame.

Some are born to have a good name.

They always win, never seem to lose.  But

Iím here for one reason,

I was born to sing the blues.

 

The blues are gonna rock me.

The blues gonna break me.

The blues are gonna take me away from here.

 

Some men can rule the world.

Drive fancy cars, buy diamonds and pearls.

Beautiful women,  hanginí off their back.

Never been wrong,

they are always right.

 

But the blues are gonna rock me.

The blues gonna break me.

The blues are gonna take me away from here.

 

There are men with good luck, mineís always bad.

They were born to be happy, I was born to be sad.

Evíry day it seems,  to bring them good news.

But Iím here for one reason,

I was born to sing the blues.

 

Well, the blues gonna rock me.

The blues gonna break me.

The blues are gonna take me away from here.

 

When they lay me to rest, on that  final day.

They will shake their heads, and someone will say, ďhe

could never win, always seemed to lose. The boy was

here for one reason, he was

born to sing the blues.Ē

 

But the blues are gonna rock me.

The blues gonna break me.

The blues are gonna take me away from here..

 

The blues are gonna rock me.

The blues gonna break me.

The blues are gonna take me away from here.

 

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