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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.
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.
know!
What are you, scared?
Everybody does it! come on!

I might hang out with jim
But I don't need to be just like him
Got to listen to myself
Cause you
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
had a talk with my momma 
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies 
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down 
I
{On this second of two new tracks, ZZ takes their cue from Jimmy Reed's
blues classic "Real Gone Lover."  Despite the title, this ballistic
track
Trapped in a truck with Jimmy, listening to his band
Jimmy’s out of place same as ashtrays and column shifts
Said his last old lady nearly run him in
your name

I'd rather press on, I don't want to rest easy
Have it anyway you will
I will be with you right up until
The spell is broken and all is well
skullcap
We're coming to your town

We'll help you party down
(Chorus 2x)

Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:
Once upon a time Far far away from here
Jimmy you’ll be Jimmy just the same 
The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door 
One of Jimmy’s friends has taken the floor 
Jimmy won't you please
got no honey
I bet you're gonna find one there
Down at the Flat Top Joint
The Flat Top Joint

You know they got the best jukebox
With Gene Vincent
you please take me along for the ride.

(Talking)

Jimmy: Alright Gonzo, you ready to go?

Gonzo: Sure

Rizzo: Gonzo, you can't leave. You have to be
you look at me (Angela)

You always smell so nice (Jimmy)
I love being with you (Angela)
I love when you set me straight (Jimmy)
I love that you do
pretty young and I wanta lot of fun
Well she tell me no said a watch a my step she no wanta be today
She said don't I told you a lot of big times
the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Denigrate obtuse
to roam with the buffaloes

And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name
The Buffaloes used to say be what you are
The Buffaloes used to say roam
Jimmy was born in Bethlehem, Georgia 
He grew up to be a carpenter by trade 
We met four years ago on a job site 
Said he'd just turned 29
maybe you can answer this strange question
for me there young fella
if he was raised by chickens, then why does he eta chickens?

Come with me
payin' them some mind
And there's a lot of changes coming
You know you better take your time

Jimmy went to a mountain top
He's livin' with the tree
payin' them some mind
And there's a lot of changes coming
You know you better take your time

Jimmy went to a mountain top
He's livin' with the tree
had a talk with my momma 
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies 
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down 
I
bet you to step to this one that's cute
She stands with her man hope he's chicken like Perdue
If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon
Try
Fly on wings of speed
That will bring you home to me
I'll never be free, from the darkness I see
As I wait for your smile

Though my hands are
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
But I still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain
I