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New Jimmy Reed Album/Soulin' (Jimmy Reed) · Jimmy Reed at Carnegie Hall (Jimmy Reed) · Honest I Do: The Best of Jimmy Reed (Jimmy Reed) · I'm Jimmy Reed (Jimmy Reed) · Jimmy Reed, Vol. 1 (Jimmy Reed) · Jimmy Reed, Vol. 2 (Jimmy Reed) · Jimmy Reed at Carnegie Hall (Jimmy Reed) · I'm Jimmy Reed (Jimmy Reed) · The Best of Jimmy Reed [GNP] (Jimmy Reed) · I'm Jimmy Reed (Jimmy Reed) – and 90 other albums »


By jimmy reed

Oh baby, honey what's wrong with you?
Well now baby, honey what's wrong with you?
Well, you don't treat me, baby, like you used to do.
They call me a country preacher
Jimmy Reed, is my name
Sometime they think I'm the Boss Man
It all mean the same

I'm just a poor country boy
By jimmy reed

Oh baby, honey what's wrong with you?
Well now baby, honey what's wrong with you?
Well, you don't treat me, baby, like you used to do.
a while mister D.J.
Why don't you please spend one of them a songs

Will you listen to me please
And spend me a song by the late Jimmy Reed
Will you
stay another day

Your my lovin', whoa, I was so green
I gave ya all of my lovin', whoa, I was so green
Well, now I know the score, Jimmy Reed, got
something, you are Lou Reed
Transformer cracked by the backyard stream
Killer tunes, bubblegum disaster
Radical adults lick godhead style
pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with
Little Sister
(John Cale, Lou Reed)
Don't call me home, little sister
Before the night is done
My love and I are fleeing
Running into the sun.
honey, don't you have no doubt
Honey if, Jimmy Reed, can't get in, ain't nobody comin' out

The door's unlocked, the chains are down
Real quiet inside,
Trying to make up my own mind
Got my own direction to find!
Yeah, I know jimmy's cool and everyone at school
Usually does what jimmy does, without thinking
on Jimmy Reed
But keep it simple stupid
All we really need
Is six string music
A song for me and you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
Bird's have their nests, and foxes have their holes
I have no place to lay my head
Been 40 days tempted by the devil
Like a reed shaking in the wind
you from, Jimmy Reed!

I know that they been scratchin' their back an'
Clippin' their toenails an' gettin' buck bare-feeted
And all that ole kinda
guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn
guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn
in it.
Ray Charles and Lightnin' Hopkins
And a guy like Jimmy Reed
Bo Diddley and Big Mabel
Be all I need!"
It was a dream, a dream I had last
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more

Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were
and Jerry Lee
Lightnin' Hopkins, Jimmy Reed
And the machine, it plays for free
Down at the Flat Top Joint
The Flat Top Joint

Folks down there are
tied,
My feet are bound by fate
With clay at the base, as I sit and wait
What visions I see

In dreams, she floats on a stream,
With Jesus
(Lou Reed)

Candy says I've come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world
Candy says I'd like to know completely
What others so
Walter, Otis Spann, Jimmy Reed I say, magic sound
Tell me who, who's gonna fill those shoes
They're the ones who made the blues
Who's gonna fill those
When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in
Oh I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river

But it's in my roots, it's in my veins
It's in my
Now my work is done
I feel I'm owed some joy
Oh Imogene and Abelard
I'm your homeward boy
But there's another one
Who brings me to your door
Little Sister
(John Cale, Lou Reed)
Don't call me home, little sister
Before the night is done
My love and I are fleeing
Running into the sun.