Toulouse Street – Lyrics

Listen To The Music

Tom Johnston

Don’t you feel it growin’, day by day
People gettin’ ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What the people need
Is a way to make ‘em smile
It ain’t so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message
Get it on through
Oh, now mama’s go’n’ to after ‘while Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Well I know, you know better
Everything I say
Meet me in the country for a day
We’ll be happy
And we’ll dance
Oh, we’re gonna dance our blues away
And if I’m feelin’ good to you
And you’re feelin’ good to me
There ain’t nothin’ we can’t do or say
Feelin’ good, feeling fine
Oh, baby, let the music play

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
List’nin’ for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly

Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
Oh, oh, listen to the music
All the time

©1972 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved

Rockin’ Down The Highway

Tom Johnston

Got those highway blues, can’t you hear my motor runnin’
Flyin’ down the road with my foot on the floor
All the way in town they can hear me comin’
Ford’s about to drop, she won’t do no more
And I smell my motor burnin’
Underneath the hood is smoke
Can’t stop, and I can’t stop
Got to keep on movin’ or I’ll lose my mind Oh, rockin’ down the highway
Oh, rockin’ down the highway
Oh, rockin’ down the highway
Oh, rockin’ down the highway

The highway patrol got his eyes on me
I know what he’s thinkin’ and it ain’t good
I’m movin’ so fast he can barely see me
Gonna lose that man, I know I should
I gotta kick in my pedal
Make my Ford move a little bit faster
Can’t stop, and I can’t stop
Got to keep on movin’ or I’ll lose my mind

Oh, rockin’ down the highway
Oh, rockin’ down the highway
Oh, rockin’ down the highway
Oh, rockin’ down the highway

©1972, 1973 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved

Mamaloi

Patrick Simmons

Layin’ back and sittin’ in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin’ the world go by
Music, it start my toes a tappin’
Drum beat, it set my hands a clappin’
Rum wine, it get my head a spinnin’
Turnin’ around and ’round Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin’ me home
Got to get back to Jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin’ me home
Got to get back to Jamaica

Gypsy, she say I got the fever
I don’t know whether to believe her
But when the wind blow from the sea
My soul start to fly away
She give me charm that will protect me
Necklace with stone from far across the sea
But island magic much too strong
It won’t let me go this time

Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin’ me home
Got to get back to Jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin’ me home
Got to get back to Jamaica

Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin’ me home
Got to get back to Jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin’ me home
Got to get back to Jamaica

©1972, 1973 WB Music Corp. &
Lansdowne Music Publishers
All Rights Reserved

Toulouse Street

Patrick Simmons

I’m walkin’ in shadows, I cannot see
Faces, they smile when I fall or flee
Doors without windows all shuttered tight again I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way
I just might pass this way again

The night she is hot, Creole girls they sing
My heart, it is pounding, my ears they ring
The spell has been cast down in New Orleans again

I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way again
I just might pass this way
I just might pass this way again

Locked in a room down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin’ fast
Locked in a room down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin’ fast

The night she is hot, Creole girls they sing
My heart, it is pounding, my ears they ring
The spell has been cast down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin’ fast

©1972, 1973 WB Music Corp. &
Lansdowne Music Publishers
All Rights Reserved

Cotton Mouth

James Seals, Dash Crofts

Red eyed momma keep cryin’
Blue eyed cat keeps a lyin’
Catfish keep his eye on the string
And that cotton mouth keep on windin’
Sing, sing, sing Dark moon keeps hidin’
And ‘gator, he keeps right on slidin’
And bull frog, he ain’t mindin’
Oh, cotton mouth keep on windin’
Sing, sing, sing

Lightnin’ bugs in bottles
They gimme all the light I need
And I’m seinin’ bait for linin’
And that cotton mouth keeps on windin’
Sing, sing, sing

Oh, that big iron pot’s a boilin’
And that red eyed momma keeps toilin’
And the crawdad meat’s for dinin’
And oh, that cotton mouth keeps on windin’, Lord
Sing, sing, sing

©1971, 1973 Dawnbreaker Music Co. & ABC/Dunhill Music, Inc.
All Rights Reserved

Don’t Start Me Talkin’

“Sonny Boy” Williamson

Goin’ down to Rosie’s
Stop at Fanny May’s
Gonna tell Fanny what I heard her boyfriend say
Now don’t you start me talkin’
I’ll tell ev’rything I know
I’m gonna break up this signifyin’
‘Cause somebody gotta go Jack gave his wife two dollar
Go down to the market
Get out on the street, ol’ George stopped her
He knocked her down
And blacked her eye
She get back home and tell her husband a lie
Now don’t you start me talkin’
I’ll tell ev’rything I know
I’m gonna break up this signifyin’
‘Cause somebody gotta go

She borrowed some money
To go to the beauty shop
“I’m goin’ to a place where I can get my hair sot”
Now don’t you start me talkin’
I’ll tell ev’rything I know
I’m gonna break up this signifyin’
‘Cause somebody gotta go

©1955, 1965, &1973 Arc Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved

Jesus Is Just Alright

A. Reynolds

Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright I don’t care what they may say
I don’t care what they may do
I don’t care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright

Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright

I don’t care what they may know
I don’t care where they may go
I don’t care what they may know
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus, he’s my friend; Jesus, he’s my friend
He took me by the hand; Led me far from this land
Jesus, he’s my friend

Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright

I don’t care what they may say, I don’t care what they may do
I don’t care what they may say, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

©Yolk Music/AlexisMusic, Inc.
(ASCAP)

White Sun

Tom Johnston

Horizon of blue, hills are rollin’
Walkin’ with you through a field of red stones
I been confused from voices callin’, callin’ to me
Where the white sun has shown And I slip away
Down by the water
And I slip away
Down by the sea
Take love and give love
It’s got to be free

The old man is weak, but strength comes from him
A smile full of youth, and a gleam in his eye
His garden is green and seems overflowin’
And his dreams await in his rockin’ chair sky

And I slip away
Down by the water
And I slip away
Down by the sea
Take love and give love
It’s got to be free

©1972, 1973 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved

Disciple

Tom Johnston

Night time, I jumped back in the alley
Saw a shadow closin’ in
And blue smoke all around the figure
A knife blade is flashing grim
I made my move to get away
Seems like nowhere to run
All of a sudden I was blinded by a flash
Devil of a man with a gun Lightnin’, it crackled all around me
Storm clouds are movin’ in
The blue smoke cleared so fast around me
The strange hunter’s gone again
I looked up to see what had happened
There he stood in front of me
He had a silver cape and eyes of red
With a button down limousine

©1972, 1973 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved

Snake Man

Tom Johnston

Well, I’m worried
Snake man’s on my trail
Oh, Lord, I’m worried
Snake man’s on my trail
And I only come outside
To pick up all the U.S. mail A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
Perches on my window
Lord, what a fearsome sight

©1972, 1973 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved