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Four Twenty
04:20
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Four Twenty
I rolled with Mary
This morning at four nineteen
She shows me things
Takes me places I have never seen
I walk her down the boulevard
Looking for our favorite treat
She drives me crazy
When she says to me
Let your hair down let her head go wild
Let your body move and groove from side to side
Like winds on the ocean
My thoughts are free
I am a deep sea diver
When my lover says to me
Let your hair down let her head go wild
Let your body move and groove from side to side
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Sweet Tooth
04:17
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Savannah Strut
04:54
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Savannah Strut
Savannah strut won't you please
Walk the floor over me
I see heaven in your eyes
Far as I can see
Savannah strut all over me
The way you strut is my thrill
I try to get enough but I never will
My appetite for what I crave
Just won't let me be
Savannah strut all over me
Going to Savannah won't be back
Unless I hear the Georgia Railroad stack
She’s coming to bring my baby back
Savannah strut all over me
D. Dudeck
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Dirt Road
04:10
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Devilish
04:15
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Devilish
You move me babe drive me wild
I’m so glad you are my angel child
You are acting devilish like that
She’s crying “Lord have mercy!
I think I caught a Mudcat”
I see the moon looks down at all us little beasts
Says “I can’t understand why
y’all can’t just get some peace?”
I cried “Moon - make me this wish!
Her bait is so good I long to be her fish”
She started in talking about
Mary and Frankenstein
Her relativity with my space
And her theories in time
“I see you are the Devilish kind
I think we should get together honey
Over volumes of wine”
I see the stars and planets look down
And envy on you
You walk around acting like you don’t know
How they are looking at you
Make me this wish
Her bait is so good to me I long to be her fish
© 1999 D. Dudeck 30 Miles Up / ASCAP
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Bottom of the Bottle
04:27
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Bottom of the Bottle
I’m at the bottom of the bottle; I’ve still got these blues
Bring me my shotgun and shells; I aint got no time to lose
Stood on the mountain far as my eyes could see
Some low down joker got my woman
That’s when the blues got me
I had religion but bad things came my way
Tried religion; bad things come my way
Love for no good women and whiskey
Going to be the death for me
I roll tumble cry all night light
I woke up this morning my cookie cutter was gone
© 1999 D. Dudeck 30 Miles Up / ASCAP
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Mudcat Atlanta, Georgia
“internationally known gospel and bluesman. Mudcat continues the traditions of the early blues pioneers while adding his
own Mudcat edge, resulting in one of Atlanta’s greatest treasures. He regularly performs his Bayou-baked chicken-party revues at Atlanta’s premier blues club, Northside Tavern.”
– Atlanta History Center
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