Little G Weevil Trio feat. Mr. Jambalaya - LIVE IN STUDIO (2021) скачать в хорошем качестве

Little G Weevil Trio feat. Mr. Jambalaya - LIVE IN STUDIO (2021)

Little G Weevil & His Trio performs live at Sounday Studio in Budapest, Hungary. Featuring Mr. Jambalaya on piano. Recorded and filmed on December 7, 2021. Gee's website and mailing list: https://gweevil.com Follow Mr. Jambalaya:    / jambalayamusic   Music and lyrics written by Little G Weevil except track 5. Sound engineer: Gábor Vastag Video production: Mihály Horváth, Anikó Juhász Musicians: Little G Weevil - guitars, vocal K. C. Brown - blues harp Csaba Pengő - upright bass Mr. Jambalaya - piano Songs in order: 1. The Tale of Captain Siegal 2. One Little Cup 3. Wealthy Man 4. Moving 5. So Long (Oh, I hate to see you go) LYRICS THE TALE OF CAPTAIN SIEGAL The Queen said fine, let him go There`s no use if I can`t make him talk Release him from the tower jail Give his ship back and let him sail LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL Give his ship back and let him sail Captain Siegal is truly one of a kind Whispers the guard as the door slam-shuts behind Everybody in the palace fears of his name Many stories been told to gain his fame LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL Give his ship back and let him sail His schooner is the fastest in the seven seas His sword made of the hardest double folded steel Once he rode a fifty feet humpback whale So unchain this man and let him sail LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL Unchain the man and let him sail Captain Siegal dusts off his gator boots Dances away under the crescent moon No one on dry land has ever seen him again When you look across the ocean you might see him sail LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL ONE LITTLE CUP Today is a wonderful day, I don`t feel like going through my mail Power, cable, any different label they want the same I`m fed up There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup Every single time the payment is due it makes me feel like I`m getting the flu Mortgage, credit, they kill you if you let it and it`s true I`m fed up There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup I`m not gonna worry anymore at the end of the day I know the score I`ll fly away to the Savannah bay and have a ball I`m fed up There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup Let me put on my island shirt, have some cocktail to ease my thirst Hay hat, cigar, you may call it bizarre but I`ve been worse I`m fed up There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup Finally when the Sun goes down only one thing left on my mind Her name is Jessie she`s looking very classy in her gown And I`m fed up There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup Back home the mailbox overflows, the grassman killed the china rose I burst out laughing, the music is blasting on the shore I`m fed up There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup WEALTHY MAN Mama got a fancy, sparkly Chevrolet Gucci purse and a cocktail dress by Gaultier Hilltop house with a downtown city view But she`s unable to furnish every room You know she goes home every night by herself (oh the poor lady, what she's gonna do?) WEALTHY MAN, SHE NEEDS A WEALTHY MAN ANYONE WHO TAKE CARE (OF) HER BILLS Superstar DJ Ross is back in town Coming to the Suite Lounge Friday night Mama is nervous, you know it is a must go event The top one percent is going to represent And she desperately needs a listening ear (by whom? I guess that guy at the bar?) WEALTHY MAN... You know mama always been a two trick pony gal Temporary heaven, permanent hell Some women on high heels can be pretty low Special operation on your cash flow By the night is over your status may have changed (and you`re no longer a...you know what?) WEALTHY MAN, SHE NEEDED A WEALTHY MAN OR SOME SOURCE, ANYONE WHO TAKES CARE HER BILLS MOVING In my life, I can`t seem to stop I pack my things once I had enough And keep on moving, moving from place to place Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday I`ve been to Greece, Finland too Got stuck in London on the overcrowded tube In Belgrade, I met a girl but I can`t say her name Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday I crossed the ocean, I crossed many seas Flew over mountains, drove by endless cotton fields Walked in the desert with turban wrapped around my face Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday All you great people I met through the years We shared joy, we shared blood, sweat and tears I`m a long way in Georgia from my sweet Balaton lake Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday