Lyrics:
no mere
Left us a magic we can all share
Big bill broonzy and all of his friends
The joint be jumpin' till the living end
So special, all those
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
me
Was stuck with the bills no ne could save me
Now im talking big deals and nothing shady
I put faith in myself and trust nobody
Got all these
me
Was stuck with the bills no ne could save me
Now im talking big deals and nothing shady
I put faith in myself and trust nobody
Got all these
on the record.
I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
the places rowdy and boozey
Wants to come over as Big Bill Broonzy
But nobody's buying that
Skinny guy in corduroy cap
Dig the cap
Corduroy Cap, he's got some
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
- piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Ranson Knowling - sbass, Judge Riley - drums.
September 19, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
me
Am a big big big chief
Big big big chief
Big money yeah big bills
See my wallet omo too big
Big big big chief
Big big big chief
Big
In the town of Louisville they got a man they call Big Bad Bill
I wants to tell ya, he sure was tough tough, and he certainly did
strut his stuff
Well, way down yonder in Louisville
Lived a cat named Big Bad Bill
I wants to tell ya
Ah, the cat was rough and tough he would strut his stuff
Well, way down yonder in Louisville
Lived a cat named Big Bad Bill
I wants to tell ya
Ah, the cat was rough and tough he would strut his stuff
high with multiple pie smokin' on harras
Spitted by my enemies oh I feel delighted
Real ones get big bills my side
And we be pain' heavy in tha weigh in
[CHORUS]
In your butt
Put the boogie in your butt
Put, put the boogie in your butt
In your butt
Put the boogie in your butt
Put, put the boogie
piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon Sb & vocal and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Blind John Davis - piano
William Mitchell - bass
Album: 'The Blues' Sonny Boy
our vision
Bills by a 100 billion, that's the premonition
Man listen
Any given sunday you lost
While the bills mafia gettin buffalo sauced
Get tossed,
more like Big Bill Broonzy
Getting old as my mother
But I tell you I got some company
(But it's alright)
But it's alright, it's alright
But it's
Big body bills
They talking to me
She walk by the money
She walk on a leash
The way I spread stacks
It is a disease
Cause I got these bills bills
If I got a dime for every rhyme I'd take care of my bills
And I'd still be behind got damn
But shit big dreams
Cost big green and to deal with these
get the cheese big pumpy me ah squeeze
We have the bills like we have the bills like cosby
We have the bills like we have the bills like cosby
We have
All this paper, I'm flipping through pages
And you know we be counting these bills
They don't even believe that it's real
Let's go cop a big house in
(bang)
Crippin' like I should've been on Gangland
Purple bandana wrapped around my face, yeah
Big cake (guala) , big cake (guala)
Big cake (guala) , big
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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