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Artist: RandyB305 Album: Blues Collection Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: She's got perfect beauty, a number ten. Enough to make an angel turn to sin. With a gorgeous face and a smoking bod', enough to make a demon believe in God. She's a stunner! Yeah, she's a stunner. Her beauty is a wonder. Yeah, she's a stunner! She makes heads to turn, and jaws to drop. With a wink and a smile, she'll make your heart stop. She blows a kiss, and all the boys talk. Lord have mercy when you see that walk! Hell yeah! She's a stunner! Yeah, she's a stunner. Her beauty is a wonder. Yeah, she's a stunner! I've never seen a woman who looked more fine. Oh, how I wish that she was mine. l can't stop thinking 'bout her all the time, over and over again. I've never seen a woman who looked more fine. Oh, how I wish that she was mine. I can't stop thinking 'bout her all the time, I think I'm gonna go insane. [guitar solo] She's got perfect beauty, a number ten. Enough to make an angel turn to sin. With a gorgeous face and a smoking bod', enough to make a demon believe in God. She's got perfect beauty, a number ten. Enough to make an angel turn to sin. With a gorgeous face and a smoking bod', enough to make a demon believe in God. She's a stunner! Yeah, she's a stunner. Her beauty is a wonder. Yeah, she's a stunner! She makes heads to turn, and jaws to drop. With a wink and a smile, she'll make your heart stop. She blows a kiss, and all the boys talk. Lord have mercy when you see that walk! Hell yeah! She's a stunner! Genre: blues Style Prompt: Chicago blues, distorted electric guitar, harmonica, male vocals[808 bass, st:50, w:80] Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: RandyB305 Album: Blues Collection Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: # Dead Homies ## Verse 1 Two wild boys running Miami streets Bold young hearts, wasn't no retreat Sticky Ricky with his val-lay smile Stealing Porsches, cops chasing for miles I ran like the wind in my red Trans Am Chasing thrills without a damn Young and dumb, nothing to lose Now I'm old, my memories are blue ## Chorus Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, the prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow Dead homies, whispering in my head Warning signs from friends long dead When these gates finally set me free Will I be another tragedy? ## Verse 2 Gladiator School taught us how to stand Two crazy white boys, learn to be a man Planet of the Apes and smoking joints Laughing loud at the danger points You promised to wait, to help me run But Krome Avenue claimed another son Forty-five bullets telling your tale Another ghost from a robb'ry that failed ## Chorus Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, the prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow Dead homies, whispering in my head Warning signs from friends long dead When these gates finally set me free Will I be another tragedy? ## Verse 3 Junkie Joey loved to smoke crack Swore he'd change but the pipe called 'im back A knife against a pistol, a fatal chase Another friend who lost the race Ken, Keith, Ricky, Todd, and Dave Melody's smile gone to the grave All these ghosts follow me around Until my time to leave this ground [guitar solo] ## Final Chorus Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, the prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow But their sad stories I still tell Until that day we meet in hell When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow My dead homies still live in my song Their bones are bleached but their memory lives on When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me Dead homies. Genre: blues Style Prompt: Slow Delta Blues, male vocals, distorted electric guitar, 58bpm Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: RandyB305 Album: Blues Collection Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: [verse 1] For years I have lingered, In a world of steel and stone. How often have I wondered "Must I always be alone?" [verse 2] Deprived of touch and love, my heart grows hard and cold. What have I become, "A monster," I am told. [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [guitar solo] [verse 3] Behind these bars of iron, trapped within this cage, my lonely heart needs love to heal this bitter rage. [verse 4] Will you dare to touch me? Or will you shrink in fear? Will you show the love to wipe away my tear? [guitar solo] [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [verse 4 reprise] Will you dare to touch me? Or will you shrink in fear? Will you show the love to wipe away my tear? [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [verse 3 reprise] Behind these bars of iron, trapped within this cage, my lonely heart needs love to heal this bitter rage. [verse 4 reprise] Will you dare to touch me? Or will you shrink in fear? Will you show the love to wipe away my tear? [CHORUS] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Your touch could set me free, And wipe away my pain. [acapella] The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. The monster they all see, Is not who I remain. Genre: blues Style Prompt: Slow blues rock, male vocals, distorted electric guitar Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: RandyB305 Album: Blues Collection Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: you say you done went and got saved i know you ain't stupid or crazed no but when you come round hanging downtown my eyes don't see in you no change now you talk bout Jesus your lord you're toting that book like a sword i hear your lips beat you're words sound so sweet but your actions are saying much more hypocrite, you're full of shit don't give me that bullshit of yours hypocrite, make me wanna spit I'll see you at Hell's fiery door hypocrite, you're full of shit don't give me that bullshit of yours hypocrite, make me wanna spit I'll see you at Hell's fiery door play me dat devil's harp [harmonica solo] now Satan needs people like you so go on and do what you do an angel of light who won't do right keeping sinners from our of the pew hypocrite, you're full of shit don't give me that bullshit of yours hypocrite, make me wanna spit I'll see you at Hell's fiery door now you talk bout Jesus your lord you're toting that book like a sword i hear your lips beat you're words sound so sweet but your actions are saying much more [guitar solo] now Satan needs people like you so go on and do what you do an angel of light who won't do right keeping sinners from our of the pew hypocrite, you're full of shit don't give me that bullshit of yours hypocrite, make me wanna spit I'll see you at Hell's fiery door Genre: blues Style Prompt: Blues, lo-fi, male vocals, distorted electric guitar Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: RandyB305 Album: Blues Collection Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: I went to see my woman but she wasn't there. Yeah, I went to see my woman but she wasn't there. So I kicked in her door and sat down in a chair. I was sitting there thinking, where can she be? You know, I was sitting there thinking, where can she be? The one thing I hope, she's not cheating on me So I walked to the kitchen, and I got me a knife. Yeah, I walked to the kitchen, and I got me a knife. If she's fooling round, I'm gonna take her life. [guitar solo] Then she walked in the door, and was staring at me. You know, she walked in the door, and was staring at me. Her expression said - BUSTED! I was the last man she'd see. Now, Honey, don't do it. That was her plea. Oh, Honey, don't do it, that was her plea. Her eyes filled with terror, and she fell to her knees. [extended violent guitar solo] Oh, Honey, don't do it, That was her plea. Baby, please don't do it. That was her plea. My blade sank in deep, and I fell to my knees. For thirty long years now, I've paced in this cell. Yeah, for thirty long years now, I've paced in this cell. Ain't no woman worth it to live in this hell. Ain't no woman worth it to live in this hell. Ain't no woman worth it! Genre: blues Style Prompt: Slow Delta blues, male vocals, distorted electric guitar, harmonica Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])

Artist: RandyB305 Album: Blues Collection Listen / Download MP3 Lyrics: Verse 1 Two wild boys running Miami streets Bold young hearts, wasn't no retreat Sticky Ricky with his val-lay smile Stealing Porsches, cops chasing for miles I ran like the wind in my red Trans Am Chasing thrills without a damn Young and dumb, nothing to lose Now I'm old, my memories are blue ## Chorus Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, the prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow Dead homies, whispering in my head Warning signs from friends long dead When these gates finally set me free Will I be another tragedy? ## Verse 2 Gladiator School taught us how to stand Two crazy white boys, learn to be a man Planet of the Apes and smoking joints Laughing loud at the danger points You promised to wait, to help me run But Krome Avenue claimed another son Forty-five bullets telling your tale Another ghost from a robb'ry that failed ## Chorus Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, the prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow Dead homies, whispering in my head Warning signs from friends long dead When these gates finally set me free Will I be another tragedy? ## Verse 3 Junkie Joey loved to smoke crack Swore he'd change but the pipe called 'im back A knife against a pistol, a fatal chase Another friend who lost the race Ken, Keith, Ricky, Todd, and Dave Melody's smile gone to the grave All these ghosts follow me around Until my time to leave this ground [guitar solo] ## Final Chorus Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, the prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow But their sad stories I still tell Until that day we meet in hell When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me Dead homies, memories that won't fade Brothers in crime, prices we paid Living fast like there's no tomorrow Now all I've got is grief and sorrow My dead homies still live in my song Their bones are bleached but their memory lives on When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me When these gates finally set me free Their ghosts might show a path for me Dead homies. Genre: blues Style Prompt: Slow Delta Blues, male vocals, distorted electric guitar, harmonica Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])