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a mess of bull frog
He said: Yeah yeah, love them fried frog legs


Well they slipped on their rubber boots
That is, cept for Ira Lee
Now Roosevelt
on their rubber boots
And walked down to the water edge
And right away they knew that the night would be a bummer
Cause Ira Lee stepped on a water
Hi-jack Blues Trk 21 3:25
Walter Davis
(Walter Davis)
Walter Davis - vocal, 
Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano
Dallas, Texas Wednesday February
M&O Blues Trk 3 3:07
Walter Davis
(Walter Davis)
With Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano
Hotel Sinton, Cininnati, Ohio
Thursday June 12, 1930 RCA
thing holding on to me

There is no revolution
Without boots and song
Her foot falls like a banner day
And I will sing along

Like she was
That Stuff You Sell Ain't No Good Trk 7 3:22
Walter Davis
(Walter Davis)
With Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano
Probably Henry Townsend - guitar
Roosevelt is a mighty fine man, darlin'
Roosevelt is a mighty fine man, darlin'
Roosevelt is a mighty fine man
Gonna be the president all by land,
through, passing through
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue
Glad that I ran into you
Tell the people that you saw me passing through"

I was by Franklin
a young brother (hear me)
Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever
a young brother (hear me)
Til then I'ma smoke motherf***ers
Things wouldn't be so bad
if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever
understood the good thing that Charlie done

Yeah, ol' Charlie never had his name on the sign
He never put a mark in his boots
He just hopes that you can
I still ain't found what I was after
I got the blue and that is why I sing
I just want to do my thing

I'm goin' back to Indiana
Indiana here I
I still ain't found what I was after
I got the blue and that is why I sing
I just want to do my thing

I'm goin' back to Indiana
Indiana here I
Each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event.

It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds to
Successfully convey
I still ain't found what I was after
I got the blue and that is why I sing
I just want to do my thing

I'm goin' back to Indiana
Indiana here I
right,
Runnin' in the night tryna beam up satellite
Shot a kite to that homie feelin' lonely out here
It seems done into things dreams, and nightmares
lose so I choose to be a killa
So when you mention Syke they say, fuck that nigga
But I don't give a fuck I'm drivin' buckets,
stackin' duckets, tryna
Adversity and distress is on the way to paradise
Enticed by expensive things you can't have patience,
It'll be there waitin',
Take nothing for granted

[Syke
what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin.

This is Bed Stuy 82'
9th floor three tiny rooms one view.
Buck-town, Roosevelt house
They
shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
I'm a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Syke]
They say reach in
shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
I'm a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Syke]
They say reach in
shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
I'm a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Syke]
They say reach in
the city itself was stress depression 
High boots and urban beats  that wasn't my direction 
Producers filtering join in with R&B 
A million rappers, some
Roosevelt High 
Johnny Ray Tex Scooter and Lorenzo too
It's T.W. Lou from the boogaloo 
Every soul that passes by
This songs to you from the Jackson 5
New York  the city itself was stress depression 
High boots and urban beats  that wasn't my direction 
Producers filtering join in with R&B