Tracks Similar To Wicked Hearted Woman
Reaching For Salvation
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Gritty, Hangover, Heartfelt, Introspective, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Prayer, Raunchy, Redemption, Reflection, Religion, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Salvation, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Reaching For Salvation
Reaching For Salvation
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
My life's been filled with trouble
'Cause the Devil's been my friend
My life's been filled with trouble
'Cause the Devil's been my friend
I keep searching for an Angel
'Cause I know how this will end
All I ever had was bad luck
Since the day that I was born
All I ever had was bad luck
Since the day that I was born
Is there someone who can save me
'Cause I can't live this way no more
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
Lord knows I'm a sinner
And these blues won't go away
The River's Rising
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Places and Locations, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Breakup, Chicago, Club, Delta, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Heartland, Highway, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Soulful, Southern, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Trucker
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Organ, Piano
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
The River's Rising
The River's Rising
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
Lord, it's raining misery
Ever since you went away
I wake up each morning
And I pray things will change
I wake up every morning
And I pray things will change
But when I look out my window
Everything is still the same
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
And I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Ever since you went away
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
Move On Down The Road
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Chicago, Classic, Club, Confident, Delta, Free, Freedom, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Memphis, Mississippi, Motorcycle, Raunchy, Redneck, Retro, Road, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Strut, Swamp, Texas, Tough, Tramp, Travel, Trucker, Trucks, Vagabond
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Move On Down The Road
Move On Down The Road
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
I'm gonna roll, roll on down the line
I'm gonna roll, roll on down the line
I got the pedal to the metal
Gonna leave my blues behind
I woke up this morning
Didn't know where I was
She said why you leaving
I said baby just because
I gotta move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I've been
Just know in the morning
I'll be on my way again
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Yeah there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Blame It All On Me
Artist(s): Eddie Bassman
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1950s, Blues, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Big City, Blame, Breakup, Chicago, Club, Country Blues, Deep South, Delta, Depressed, Detroit, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Fault, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Lament, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Mississippi, Mournful, Passionate, Raunchy, Relationship, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Soulful, Strip Club
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
85
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Blame It All On Me
Blame It All On Me
Blame it all on me, 'cause baby I know I done wrong
You can blame it all on me, yeah, I know I done wrong
But don't leave me alone, 'cause babe if you're gone I can't go on
Oh baby, baby please don't go away
Baby please, please don't go away
You can blame it all on me, but little girl I still need you to stay
Blame it all on me, 'cause know I done wrong
Blame it all on me, 'cause I know I done wrong -- yes I did
Baby please don't leave me alone, 'cause girl if you're gone I can't
go on
Blame it all on me, yeah blame it all on me,
Blame it all on me, blame it all on me,
'Cause if you leave me alone baby I can't go on
Lady Luck
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Breakup, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Porn, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Unlucky
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Piano, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lady Luck
LADY LUCK
Girl I begged you not to leave me
But your bag's already packed
It seems there ain't a single word to say
That gonna ever bring you back
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
You said I lied to win you over
And that must be what you believe
But when it comes to love I ain't no gamblin' man
I got no aces up my sleeve
They say it's just the way the card's will fall
Still I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
I know I never said I'm sorry
Lord knows many times I tried
Now here I am with just these lonely walls
Just me and my foolish pride
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
Roll Into Me
Artist(s): Nazareth Hymns
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Bayou, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Desire, Dive Bar, Drinking, Gritty, Last Call, Late Night, One Night Stand, Raunchy, Raw, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Sexual, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Suggestive, Sultry, Swampy, The South
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
110
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll Into Me
ROLL INTO ME
VERSE 1
The place is jumpin' the night is young
Now if you wanna we can have some fun
I know we're strangers why be alone
Let's take a chance before the night is gone
PRE-CHORUS
If you're hungry I got the perfect recipe... yeah
Well all you gotta do is just roll into me
CHORUS
Yeah roll... roll right into ie
I tell you good times they're guaranteed
Yeah roll... c'mon roll right into me
Let's make some magic
C'mon roll into me
VERSE 2
Only live once let's live tonight
Throw caution to the wind and just roll the dice
Some bad company feelin' alone
Got nothin' to lose but a little self-control
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS 2
C'mon roll... roll right into me
Ah baby I tell ya good times you know they're guaranteed
Yeah roll...c'mon roll right into me
Let's make some magic
If you just roll into me
PRE-CHORUS 2
C'mon baby let me set you free...go crazy baby
And all you gotta do is just roll into me
CHORUS
Morning Blues
Artist(s): Joel Wachbrit & Richard Levinson
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, Blues, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Big City, Chicago, Club, Deep South, Depressed, Detroit, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Lament, Late Night, Melancholy, Mississippi, Mournful, Passionate, Raunchy, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Soulful, Strip Club
Instruments:
Bass, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
96
Key:
F
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Morning Blues
Morning Blues
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
But when the blues come in the morning
You know they hang around all day
When I wake up tomorrow
Hope the blues don't come again
When I wake up tomorrow
Hope the blues don't come again
Sometimes I wonder
If the blues ain't my only friend
Gonna get drunk in the nighttime
So I can sleep all day
Gonna get drunk in the nighttime
So I can sleep all day
Cause that's the only way I know
To keep them Morning Blues away
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
You know when the blues come in the morning
They hang around all day
Barely Close Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Breakup, Cars, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Confident, Depressed, Emotional, Energetic, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Motorcycle, Passionate, Rejected, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sad, Sexy, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Barely Close Enough
BARELY CLOSE ENOUGH
When the lights go out
And he holds you
Do you think of me
As your lips collide?
When you make love
Are you really in it?
Or do you just pretend
That you're satisfied?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
You got shiny cars
A house made of mirrors
Security
All expenses paid
Whatever you want
Whenever you want it
And your friends all say
That you've got it made
You can call that being happy
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
Hey, hey
SOLO
Don't you remember
When we were inseparable?
Or did you just forget
All the love we had?
You gave it all away
For those things he gives you
You may be living good
But don't your heart feel bad?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you choose
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Morning Blues
Artist(s): Biff Scarborough
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, Blues, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Big City, Chicago, Club, Deep South, Depressed, Detroit, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Lament, Late Night, Melancholy, Mississippi, Mournful, Passionate, Raunchy, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Soulful, Strip Club
Instruments:
Bass, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
71
Key:
F
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Morning Blues
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
But when the blues come in the morning
You know they hang around all day
When I wake up tomorrow
Hope the blues don't come again
When I wake up tomorrow
Hope the blues don't come again
Sometimes I wonder
If the blues ain't my only friend
Gonna get drunk in the nighttime
So I can sleep all day
Gonna get drunk in the nighttime
So I can sleep all day
Cause that's the only way I know
To keep them Morning Blues away
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
Well the blues showed up this morning
And they just won't go away
You know when the blues come in the morning
They hang around all day
Stuck In This Hell
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Alone, Americana, Bar, Bayou, Classic, Club, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Heartfelt, Introspective, Lonely, Melancholy, New Orleans, Passionate, Roadhouse, Sad, Soulful, Southern, Swampy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stuck In This Hell
STUCK IN THIS HELL
I wish I could leave but I'm doomed to stay
I've never been religious but I'm ready to pray
I need to confess but there's no one to tell
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
I stare out my window and all I can see
Is that same dark cloud that keeps following me
I wanted to run but I slipped and I fell
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
It's hard to believe
That I once had it all
I'm down on my knees
With nothing left, and nowhere else to fall
Solo
It's hard to believe
That I once had it all
I'm down on my knees
With nothing left, and nowhere else to fall
There's four lonely walls closing in on me
And I feel like a prisoner who longs to be free
I'm looking for redemption 'cause I can't save myself
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
Nowhere To Go
Artist(s): The Nick Vincent Project
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Writer(s):
Nick Vincent (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Club, Gritty, Heartland, Playful, Porn, Redneck, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Nowhere To Go
Nowhere To Go
Say now darlin', I haven't seen you here before
I've been sitting here waiting for something to come through the door
Someone to watch life go by without a care
I've got nowhere to go, and all night to get there
Tell me all about yourself, how did you get in ?
Did you come in through a keyhole or glide on the wind
I could listen to you for hours -
I hope you don't mind if I just stare
I've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
All these people do nothingbut run for their lifes
So hard to find hapiness riding on the knife
But right here beside me, I've got it figured out
I knew when I first met you, you knew what I was all about
Take a look around here - they haven't got a clue
Let's you and I put our dark glasses on and enjoy the view
You see, the world is in such a crazy state
Something's got to happen, 'cos it's already too late
But you and me together, we can make it through tonight
Let's hold on to trust and turn out the light
I thought that I was dreaming - there was a band up on the stage
Our bodies dancing slowly, our hearts in a rage
Then I realize this is no dream - you and I are lying bare
We've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
We've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
We've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
Bad As Bad Can Be
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Angry, Bad, Bar, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Competition, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Las Vegas, Mean, Melancholy, Passionate, Roadhouse, Rotten, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
85
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bad As Bad Can Be
Bad As Bad Can Be
I was born without a place called home
I cut my teeth on daddy's lies
He was mean and rotten to the bone
Now I know the world through his cold eyes
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
I learned I had to be as tough as nails
On the wrong side of the tracks
Got my schooling in and out of jail
Lord, I swear I'm never going back
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
I don't care what anybody says
It don't matter much to me
No regrets about the things I've done
What you get is what you see
I'm as bad as bad can be
I could chew you up and spit you out
And never lose a moment's sleep
I will make you pay without a doubt
You can bet I always play for keeps
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
Ain't No Thing
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Bar, Breakup, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Depressed, Emotional, Heartfelt, Introspective, Melancholy, Passionate, Relationship, Sad, Soulful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
72
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't No Thing
AIN'T NO THING
Ain't no thing if you say you're gonna leave me
Ain't no thing if you turn and walk away
Yeah it ain't no thing if you never do believe me
'Cuz I know, ain't no thing will make you stay
Well it ain't no thing if you never can forgive me
Ain't no thing if I wind up down and out
Yeah it ain't no thing if my life ain't worth the living
Girl I'm sure I will carry on somehow
In my life I never needed no one
The way that I keep needing you
No it ain't right, these foolish things that I done
Now you're gone, ain't no thing that I can do
Ain't no thing when I say that I don't miss you
Ain't no thing when I say I'm doing fine
Yeah it ain't no thing if my lies ain't hard to see through
'Cuz you're gone, ain't no thing will change your mind
In my life I never needed no one
The way that I keep needing you
No it ain't right, these foolish things that I done
Now you're gone, ain't no thing that I can do
Ain't no thing when I say that I don't miss you
Ain't no thing when I say I'm doing fine
Yeah it ain't no thing if my lies ain't hard to see through
'Cuz you're gone, ain't no thing will change your mind
'Cuz you're gone, ain't no thing will change your mind
'Cuz you're gone, ain't no thing will change your mind
Yeah it ain't no thing
Ain't no thing
I Know It's You
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Competition, Emotional, Energetic, Find, Gambling, Gritty, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Roadhouse, Search, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
110
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Know It's You
I Know It's You
standing here in the pouring rain
don't know what to say
been down this road a thousand times
but i've never felt this way
every time I try to run
I have to face the truth
I've always had what i'm looking for
and now I know it's you
took a train that went nowhere
to look for something else
been a fool for all these years
lying to myself
here I am at the end of the line
I have to face the truth
i've always had what i'm looking for
and now I know it's you
all alone I asked myself
can we work it out
every tear that hit the ground
washed away the doubt
I was blind and I should have known
it was wrong to leave
what was right before my eyes
now I finally see
I wiped away the tears i've cried
so I could face the truth
finally at the end of the line
I can see the truth
i've always had what i'm looking for
now I know it's you
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
I GOT MORE BILLS THAN I GOT PAY
I got more bills than I got pay
Bills keep coming every day
I watch my money slip away
Till there is nothing left to save
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I work a sixty hour week
Barely making both ends meet
I need to win the lottery
Cause that's the only hope for me
Till then I'm working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Bettie Wilson & The Rockets
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Motorcycle, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Southern, Steamy, Sultry, Swampy, Temptation, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Walk On The Wild Side
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Extreme, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heavy, Infomercial, Love, Promo, Psychedelic, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Tough, Travel, Trippy, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk On The Wild Side
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
I've seen everything that a man can see
And I've been everywhere you could ever wanna be
Like the eagle flies I just wanna be free
Got the clothes on my back and that's all I need
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
I've done everything that a man can do
I've been called a saint, been called a sinner too
Like a gypsy child I was born to roam
And where I spend the night that's where I call my home
Girl don't listen to what other people say
They'll just tell you not to throw your life away
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Something's Come Over Me
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Something's Come Over Me
SOMETHING'S COME OVER ME
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
My head is dizzy, my knees are weak
Feels like I got the bug
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Well I can't run and I can't fight
And I can't get enough
Something's got a hold on me
Lord, it must be love
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
SOLO
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
My soul's on fire when you're around
My body's burnin' up
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, and it must be love
Friday Night Blues
Artist(s): Antoine LeGros
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Oldies, R&B, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Boogie Woogie, Breakup, City, Diner, Easy Going, Emotional, Heartfelt, Heartland, Jukebox, Loss, Love, Memories, New Orleans, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sexy, Shag Dancing, Soulful, Southern, Weekend, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano, Saxophone
BPM:
102
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Friday Night Blues
Friday Night Blues
I work hard, everyday
When Friday comes just want to play
But I get the blues on Friday
I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
When you were here we'd have a ball
But now I got no one at all
So I get the blues on Friday
I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
When I get my check
Want to spend it, but heck
I miss how it was way back when
So Friday is blue
And Saturday too
And then I start the week all over again
I work hard, everyday
When Friday comes, just hide away
'Cause I get the blues on Friday
Yes I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
Cotton Candy
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Cotton Candy
COTTON CANDY
Cotton Candy you're so sweet
The way you taste knocks me off my feet
Cotton Candy you're so fine
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I know I'll never give you up
'Cause I can't ever get enough -- of my
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Cotton Candy I know it's wrong
But I just want you all day long
Cotton Candy seems so right
I want you even more at night
Your kind of sugar don't fill me up
And I can't ever get enough -- of my
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Mean Ol' Woman
Artist(s): The Miknaia Blues Band
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Writer(s):
Christopher William Daffin (PRS) 33.33% / Mikneiah John Sweeney (PRS) 33.33% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 33.34%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1950s, Blues Rock, Chicago Blues, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
12 Bar Blues, Bar, Cheeky, Chicago, Gritty, Jukebox, Post War Blues, Postwar Blues, Relationship, Relationship Problems, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Rootsy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
128
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mean Ol' Woman
MEAN OL' WOMAN
VERSE 1
You could say I didn't know better
But baby that would be a lie
You could say I didn't know better
But baby that would be a lie
That mean woman meant to hurt me
Bring me down and make me cry
VERSE 2
Rock n' roll didn't make me do it
Neither did the gin and rye
Rock n' roll didn't make me do it
Neither did the gin and rye
I guess my heart's a troublemaker
Took me down and left me dry
VERSE 3
I surely thought I'd learned my lesson
Now I'm falling one more time
I surely thought I'd learned my lesson
Now I'm falling one more time
But I haven't yet hit the bottom
And my heart sure wants to try
VERSE 4
Mean ol' woman
Yes she left me high and dry
Mean ol' woman
Yeah she left me high and dry
Mean ol' woman
Broke me down
And made me cry
Same Old Me
Artist(s): Roy Dixon
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33% / Michael Sokolis (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Sokolatone Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage Masters, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Barroom, Cowboy, Down And Out, Down Home, Drinking, Emotional, Heartache, Heartfelt, Introspective, Jukebox, Lament, Melancholy, Mournful, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Tearjerker, Tennessee, Traditional, Truck Stop, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Violin
BPM:
80
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Same Old Me
How come you call me names?
Your goin' on how something's changed
What's changed is how you see
Look here, it's the same old me
Same smile, same Stetson hat.
You first loved when we first met
Same guy from Tennessee
It's still the same old me
At first your heart flew & fluttered like a moth to a flame
Now there's a heap o' trouble headin' my way
It's the same old me right now
I ain't changed, no way, no how
What do you think you see?
It's still the same old me
Your tender look is now a stare
Looks like I don't have a prayer
Everyone but you agrees
It's still the same old me
At first your heart flew & fluttered like a moth to a flame
Now there's a heap o' trouble headin' my way
It's the same old me right now
I ain't changed, no way, no how
What do you think you see?
Look here, It's the same old me
I'm still the same old me
Street Walk
Artist(s): Dirty Joe Walker
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Drinking, Frat, Gritty, Party, Porn, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Strip Club, Texas
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
82
Key:
C
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Roll The Dice
Artist(s): Junkyard Dogs
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Roger Burn (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnin' Down The House Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Dice, Drinking, Frat, Gambling, Gritty, Motorcycles, Party, Poker, Relationship, Roadhouse, Roll, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
92
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll The Dice
ROLL THE DICE
Last call for alcohol
A shadow by the door
I thought I'd seen it all
Till you walked across the floor
Two o'clock, it's time to rock
Time to pass the test
Thinking fast, I said let's dance
Thank God you said yes
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
I just blew into town
The angels up in heaven
Couldn't turn me down
The devil on my shoulder
Said "come on, get it done"
The pounding in my heart
Said "this could be the one"
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
It's cold out on the road
I'm chilled down to the bone
I need someone to keep me warm
And a place to call my home
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow & the Boys from Home
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Party, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
78
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Some guys like what they can buy
With the almighty dollar bill
Fancy clothes, fancy cars
And a big house on the hill
Well all I need is the simple things
To keep me goin' strong
Rock 'n Roll music, ice cold beer
And Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Well I don't need no fashion queen
Or a multimillionaire
The thing that really turns me on
Is the color of their hair
You might say I'm picky
But I don't think that's wrong
Cause the only kind of girls I like
Are Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Solo
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party all the time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
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