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About "Chase Away Your Blues: Liner Notes & Lyrics
This is the first full-length release from piano player/singer John "JT" Thompson. A completely solo effort, he mixes Old-School Blues & Boogie-Woogie with contemporary style and sensibilities.
~ The first tune, "Pat's Cafe", is a brief instrumental homage to the barrelhouse and boogie-woogie masters that influence so much of JT's playing. And, it's played on the piano that graces the album cover - the very one JT learned to play on.
~ "Chase Away Your Blues" is an uptempo romp that does just what it promises - makes us forget about all the bad stuff, and feel better about life.(lyrics)
~ "The Boss Told Me" is a one-chord grind through the travails of modern-day work - it may not be hard labor, but we still get the Blues...(lyrics)
~ The 4th tune, "Sugar Free", is the only cut not written by JT. As he swings through this tune by Dallas TX-based guitarist Paul Byrd, however, you know he knows what he's talking about.(lyrics)
~ Every town has some street where all the action is. New York has Broadway, New Orleans has Bourbon Street, Memphis has Beale Street. In this mid-tempo Ragtime-inspired instrumental, JT's tells us about all the action on "High Street," in his hometown of Bellefonte, PA.
~ #6, "Southern Bell," is a bold statement about Love. I think he married that girl...(lyrics)
~ "Chicken Bone," cut #7, is about just being happy with whatever you got.(lyrics)
~ JT tackles the 2010 BP tragedy in the Gulf of Mexico - and our global addiction - in "Cold Firey Lake (Oil In The Water)." (lyrics)
~ "Murphee's Boogie" - another instrumental - gets our toes tapping and takes us home.
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Lyrics
Chase Away Your Blues ~ (John I. Thompson)
Put your lamp on in the window put your key under the mat outside
Put your lamp on in the window put your key under the mat outside
I'm coming over baby gonna Chase Away Your Blues tonight
Put on your black lacey stockings you know that's what I like
Put on your black lacey stockings you know that's what I like
I'm coming over baby gonna Chase Away Your Blues tonight
Put the champagne on ice put the bucket by the bed
When I pop that cork it's gonna taste like heaven - all right
Baby that's what I like
I'm coming over baby gonna Chase Away Your Blues tonight
I'm gonna cover you with kisses from your head down to your toes
gonna set you on fire put you out with my hose - all right
Baby that's what I like
I'm coming over baby gonna Chase Away Your Blues tonight
I'm coming over baby coming over tonight
I'm coming over baby coming over tonight
I'm coming over baby coming over tonight
I'm coming over baby gonna Chase Away Your Blues tonight
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The Boss Told Me ~ (John I. Thompson)
The Boss Told Me that I move too slow
Gotta pick up the pace gotta get with the flow
Says I ain't bringing in enough dough
For the people holding shares and the C E O
The Boss Told Me I gotta move a little faster
Said my numbers are a company disaster
Says I ain't bringing in enough dough
For the people holding shares and the C E O
Yesterday I was the golden boy
I was fast on the track I was the real McCoy
Today I work just as hard do all the same stuff
But boss tells me it ain't good enough
Says I ain't bringing in enough dough
For the people holding shares and the C E O
I used to like this job it was really O K
I could feed my family on my take-home pay
Now my wife's gotta work and my children, too
To pay the light bill and have enough food
The Boss Told Me I gotta stay a little later
The Man's gotta have just a bit more paper
Says I ain't bringing in enough dough
For the people holding shares and the C E O
For the people holding shares and the C E O
For the people holding shares and the C E O
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Sugar Free ~ (Paul W. Byrd)
Well it's every man's dream to have a woman with money
I thought I hit the jackpot when I found my new honey
Shock and surprise would describe my sensation
When I opened up my eyes and came to the realization
Instead of paying all my bills she's depending on me
My brand new sugar mama turned out to be Sugar Free
No money in her wallet no money in the bank
No money under the mattress even the cookie jar is blank
No credit cards all her bills are overdue
Even the tax man wouldn't bother to sue
No money in the future As far as I can see
My brand new sugar mama turned out to be Sugar Free
She's Sugar Free She's Sugar Free
Well I work forty hours a week at a job that I hate
Just to keep our cars in gas a little something on my plate
If things don't change soon I'm gonna lose my mind
I've already scraped together every nickle I can find
I'm tired of grits and eggs how much longer can it be
My brand new sugar mama turned out to be Sugar Free
She's Sugar Free She's Sugar Free
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Southern Belle ~ (John I. Thompson)
My Southern Belle keeps me warm at night
My Southern Belle knows how to hold me right
Every day I can tell
I couldn't get through it without my Southern Belle
She's clear on what she wants from me
She never plays that game that goes guess what I mean
She likes it straight so I give it that way
From sunrise to moonfall
We both get our say
My Southern Belle keeps me warm at night
My Southern Belle knows how to hold me right
Every day I can tell
I couldn't get through it without my Southern Belle
She knows the Book back and forth
And she really knocks me out with twenty three dash four
She can say the words that send me on my way
I'm raising Hallelujah each and every day
My Southern Belle keeps me warm at night
My Southern Belle knows how to hold me right
Every day I can tell
I couldn't get through it without my Southern Belle
No longer am I lonely she's always in my heart
And I gave her my word til death do us part
We keep each other happy we make each other smile
I know we'll be together through the very last mile
My Southern Belle keeps me warm at night
My Southern Belle knows how to hold me right
Every day I can tell
I couldn't get through it without my Southern Belle
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Chicken Bone ~ (John I. Thompson)
Bear climbing up a honey tree
Bear getting down on a honey tree
Bear digging that honey tree
Sweetest bear around
Dog crunching on a Chicken Bone
Dog getting down on a Chicken Bone
Dog digging that Chicken Bone
Wagging her tail around
Cat sneaking on a table scrap
Cat getting down with a table scrap
Cat put away that table scrap
Coolest cat around
Oh no
It doesn't take much you know
To put a smile upon my face
Wag my tail clean my plate
Jimmy's got a Pottsville beer
Gonna sit down and drink it here
Jimmy's digging that pitcher of beer
Pass it all around
Mary's got a penny spice
Mary's always cool as ice
Mary's got a roll that's nice
Pass it all around
Oh no
It doesn't take much you know
To put a smile upon my face
Wag my tail clean my plate
My girl is cute as a button
My girl is hot as an oven
My girl gives real good loving
Keeping me around
My girl's got a real good hug
My girl's got some real good love
My girl is all the above
Keeping me around
Oh no
It doesn't take much you know
To put a smile upon my face
Wag my tail clean my plate
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Cold Firey Lake (Oil in the Water ~ (John I. Thompson)
There's oil in the water oil in the sand
Oil in the marshes rolling up on dry land
Oil in our veins in every breath we take
But we gotta go back but we gotta go back
To the Cold Firey Lake
Went searching for her a long time ago
She seemed the answer to my prayers
Fanning the flames of the fire down below
She took me every where
From ocean's deep to Heaven's horizon
She made a broke man rich
With a politician's promise a salesman's grin
and a heart as black as pitch
Now there's oil in the water oil in the sand
Oil in the marshes rolling up on dry land
Oil in our veins in every breath we take
But we gotta go back but we gotta go back
To the Cold Firey Lake
I know I've got to leave her I've got to get away
But there's no place else for me to go
I've been staring at the sun twisting in the wind
Shuffling cards of smoke
Now there's an atom's chance I might get away
But things will have to cool down
So now she's digging deeper to get me to stay
As I bow before her blackened crown
So there's oil in the water oil in the sand
Oil in the marshes rolling up on dry land
Oil in our veins in every breath we take
But we gotta go back but we gotta go back
To the Cold Firey Lake
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