Feel Like Going Home Hans Theessink

Well late over in the evening I feel like blowin' my horn Well I woke up this morning All I had was gone Brooks run into the ocean Ocean run into the sea If I don't find my baby Somebody sure

Going Home Hans Theessink

the bus, head for the road Watch out for those highway signs Got a woman waiting down the line At the brighter side of dawn Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now Burn the rubber, just keep goin’ We’re going

Bluesdoctor Hans Theessink

Your mind is troubled, you feel lowdown Looking for help, can't be found Here's a number, call anytime Get the bluesdoctor, on the line Bluesdoctor, he knows just what you need Bluesdoctor, puts

Honey Baby Blues Hans Theessink

Lordy mine, I ain't got no honey babe now I leave her on the early morning train I leave her on the early morning train And it's oh me, oh Lordy mine, I leave her on the early morning train I'm going

New Orleans Hans Theessink

Sixty-one out of Baton Rouge Down Louisian' Heading for the gulf of Mexico Sun is beating, ain't no breeze Spanish moss from big old trees Listening to the cajun1 radio Going down on the Mississippi

Late Last Night Hans Theessink

Conductor man Tell me, what time does your train ride I'm going to see my baby Want to see her before daylight Don't you hear that whistle blowing Can't you feel that steady roll This old sound

Cottonfields Hans Theessink

home Well when them cotton folks get rockin' We don't pick very much cotton In them old cottonfields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texicana In them old cottonfields

Hard Road Blues Hans Theessink

Grab my suitcase, take up on the road Grab my suitcase, take up on the road I'm going away, where I've never been before Moon going down, sun rising in the east Moon going down, sun rising in the

Missing You Hans Theessink

Missing you baby Missing you night and day I think I’m going crazy I think I’m going crazy out here I wrote you a letter Tried to call you on the phone The line was disconnected Mail returned

Baby Wants To Boogie Hans Theessink

Baby where you going to, with your red shoes on?

Love You Baby Hans Theessink

Baby where you going to, with your red shoes on?

Storm Warning Hans Theessink

the rise It's just the silence before the storm Storm warning Board up the windows, board up the door Stay inside, don't go out no more If I had a knife, I'd cut the tension in the air Seems like

Love Sweet Love (Version 2) Hans Theessink

I don't need your money Don't need your diamond ring I don't need your fancy car To get me back on my feet again I need your love, love sweet love Love, love, love sweet love I like my baby

Going To Brownsville Hans Theessink

Well I'm goin' down to Brownsville Find me that right hand road Lord I ain't gonna stop walkin' 'Till I find sweet mama's door Well that girl that I love She got long black curly hair 'N her moth...

Paint The Town Hans Theessink

Work is almost done Weekend coming on We can stay at home Kick off our shoes Or take a cab downtown Let our hair down Party all night long Like we used to do Tonight, tonight Bright city light

Six Strings Down Hans Theessink

In the middle of the night Six strings down On the heaven-bound flight Got a pick, a strap, guitar on his back Ain’t gonna cut the angels no slack Heaven done called Another blues-stringer back home

Vicksburg Is My Home Hans Theessink

The winds on lake Michigan, blow chilly and cold The winds on lake Michigan, blow chilly and cold I'm gonna leave Chicago, goin' down to Vicksburg, Mississippi, that's my home If I am lucky baby

Flying Shoes Hans Theessink

Baby baby don't you know What happened to me a while ago I may be wrong and I may be right When I came home and I turned on the light Somebody running out your backdoor Never seen a thing move that

29 Ways Hans Theessink

I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door If she needs me bad, I can find about 2 or 3 more One through the basement, two down the hall When the going gets tough, I got a hole in the wall 29 ways

Bourgeois Blues Hans Theessink

Come along people, listen to me Don't try to find no home in Washington DC Lord it's a bourgeois town, it's a bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues I'm gonna spread the news all around Me and

You Make Me Feel So Good Hans Theessink

I like to watch you baby, when you sleep at night When you wake up in the morning, with your sleepy eyes I will be your coffee, you can be my cup If you want me honey, you can sip me up Oh babe

Train Hans Theessink

Engineer get ready, ride that train Engineer get ready, ride that train Engineer get ready, ride that train Gotta take this poor boy back home again Keep them wheels a-rolling, keep a steady time

Will The Circle Be Unbroken Hans Theessink

I was standing by my window On a cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rollin' Mama as she went along her way Will the circle be unbroken Bye 'n bye, bye 'n bye There's a better home

Sail Away Hans Theessink

This place is in an awful fix Nothing seems to work out right The truth is like a nightmare That haunts you in the night Bad news in the papers Misery on the screen I can't take it anymore Tonight

Traveling Man Hans Theessink

I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone From the Mexican line to the windy city Ain't got much to loose And all I need is a good old country-blues Gypsy

Call Me Hans Theessink

you standing out in the cold Call me, call me I can't bring you the rainbow Promise you silver nor gold Oh but darling, I can reach out a hand to hold You can't tell your visions from reality Like

Rain Hans Theessink

I'm sitting in the rain, rain keeps drizzling on I'm sitting in the rain, rain keeps drizzling on I'm sitting in the rain, rain keeps drizzling on Waiting for a train to take me back home Sitting

Rock The Boat Hans Theessink

Came a long way to your country Now you point your gun at me Got no money, got no papers I'm as scared as I can be Don't know where I'm going But I know I can't go back to where I've been Now you

Death Letter Blues Hans Theessink

I received a letter, it was addressed in red I received a letter, it was addressed in red It said "Come on home daddy, your mama is dead" I went to the depot, caught the train a-flyin' I went to

Soul Of A Man Hans Theessink

I’m going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody’s children can tell me Just what is the soul of a man?

Shake Hands With The Sun Hans Theessink

concrete, gotta leave the town Bye bye to the concrete, gotta leave the town Don't want no city hounds and foxes, always dog me 'round Days are getting longer Light is getting stronger You can feel

Lifeline Hans Theessink

Your love is like a lifeline Your love is like a lifeline, baby Your love is like a lifeline Baby won’t you rescue me I’m like a mountain without a valley I’m like a lock without a key I’m like

Rolling Stone Hans Theessink

road, with a rolling stone A rolling stone gathers no moss Never know if he'll be back again Roads to travel and bridges to cross Come and go with the wind Hey mama tell me, why did she leave home

Sidewalk Hobo Hans Theessink

me back to Memphis, I've got to do some things I've been in this city way too long And it lays heavy on my mind when I see another man Having to make the sidewalk, having to make the sidewalk his home

Next Morning At Sunrise Hans Theessink

It's a long long road to travel alone Honey, without you on my side But I have to get home for some work that must be done And I miss you when I leave you out of sight Next morning at sunrise you'll

Titanic Hans Theessink

helping hand around Now the members of the band struck up with "nearer my god to thee" Somehow banal but in the vain of our time and century By now we have lost our last tiny bit of hope We're all going

Love Sweet Love (Version 1) Hans Theessink

your love, love sweet love I don't need your TV-set Don't need your frigidaire I don't need your champagne 'n wine But when I call, honey please be there, to give me love, love sweet love I like

Minnibelle Hans Theessink

real brain twister Minnibelle is her name Operator, operator Long distance on the line Please give me Minnibelle's connection Can't shake that woman off my mind When it comes to loving No one like

False Accusations Hans Theessink

If I had money just like Henry Ford If I had money just like Henry Ford Have my breakfast here And my supper in New York They accused me of murder, never raised my hand I may be a poor man But

Man With A Broken Heart Hans Theessink

Evening sun is sinking low My thoughts unclear, 'cause I don't know Where we went wrong, what made you want to part The house we used to call our home Feels cold and empty, now you're gone All you

Lonely Days & Lonely Nights Hans Theessink

you will know You gotta reap what you sow I've been watching you baby Tears in my eyes See you laughing pretty woman But some day you'll be crying You just wait and see Someone will hurt you like

Homecooking Hans Theessink

Do some homecooking baby I'm crazy 'bout that Jelly-roll I like the way you Roll your dough Keep me some dessert baby Soft 'n sweet The best in the world Just what I like to eat Do some

Wings Hans Theessink

If I had wings like a turtle dove I'd fly away to the girl I love Just to hold her, hold her in my arms again Fly to her doorstep, knock on her window-pane Open that window, let me in Hold her

Tears Are Rolling Hans Theessink

Tears are rolling down like showers of rain Tears are rolling down like showers of rain Cried so many tears but they just can't ease my pain It's a lowdown shame baby, way I treated you It's a

Where The Southern Cross The Dog Hans Theessink

Held a good job in the city Had a lay-off and they got poor me I feel so lowdown and disgusted Just can't find a way to make ends meet Take my baby by the hand, leave this town I know we'll make

Automobile Hans Theessink

hands steady at the wheel You're the most powerful driver that I've ever seen Run on dynamite instead of gasoline The way you flash the lights The way you hold the wheel Keep on rollin' baby I like

Bloodsucker Blues Hans Theessink

You’re a greedy lowlife You’ve been sucking my blood Like a hole in the ground That never fills up Beat it boy, get your ugly self Out of that door I’ve had enough of your action I don’t want

Sitting In Limbo Hans Theessink

Sitting here in Limbo But I know it won't be long Sitting here in Limbo Like a bird without a song Well they're putting up resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on Sitting here in

Hunted Man Hans Theessink

I shot my woman down I caught my baby On a midnight creep Blew a bullet through her head Before she woke up from her sleep I'm a hunted man Can't find no hiding place Gotta keep on moving Like

Mandolin Man Hans Theessink

the heavenly band Angels boppin’ to the blues of the mandolin man Yank Rachell’s gone to another shore He’ll never play down here no more Ain’t nobody that ever walked the land Played the blues like