JAGGER & JONES
Mike Aiken
He’s up in the morning another workin’ day
Drive those 18 wheels just to make his pay.
500 miles behind him, 300 to go
Got the tunes cranked up on the radio.
He’s got to…
Put a little Country in his rock n’ roll
Put a little Jagger in his George Jones
Fire up the horses, he’s ready to go
Like a storm out at sea a little out of control
She’s a workin’ mother, trying to keep a grip
Baby in the stroller, another on her hip
Workin’ for her family, she’s got a plan
Turns her music up and remembers when
She’s got to
Put a little Country in her rock n’ roll
Put a little Jagger in her George Jones
Fire up the horses she’s ready to go
Like a storm out at sea a little out of control.
Living on this tour bus with a hard working band
Sometimes life on the road just gets out of hand.
I need to sail to the islands take a holiday
It’s time to find new tunes and bring them back to play
I’ve got to
Put a little Country in my rock n’ roll
Put a little Skynyrd in my George Jones
Haul up the mainsail Im ready to go
Like a storm out at sea a little out of control
The only way for me’s a little out of control
THICK BLACK WATER
Mike Aiken, Michael Markure
Deep in the Bayou
Lost out in the night
I heard a voice call out to me
I saw a distant light.
Following the smoke trail
To that burning pyre
Black haired voodoo woman
She was dancing round the fire.
She sang hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
She led me to a stilt house
Pulled me through the door
Handed me an old jug
And she sat me on the floor.
Black cat in the window
‘Coon skin on the wall
She shook those hips
And cast those bones
I can’t tell you what I saw.
But we sang hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
She said, “Welcome boy down to the swamp
Where the ancient cypress grow
Where the Spanish moss hangs to the ground
And the thick black water flows.”
There was hoodoo and voodoo
And all that she could do
Shook me from my head to my toes
I heard hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
She said, “Welcome boy down to the swamp
Where the ancient cypress grow
Where the Spanish moss hangs to the ground
And the thick black water flows.”
There was hoodoo and voodoo
And all that she could do
Shook me from my head to my toes
Hey babe after all the years
You’re still the one for me
Up in your mountains
Or sailing on the sea
You keep it going
Yes that’s right
And I love you tonight
And I love you tonight
See the girls all dancing
Dancing in the moonlight
Kicking up their heels, yea
Oh what a sight
You’re the one I’m looking at
And you’re looking right
And I love you tonight
Yes I love you tonight
So come here darling
Turn out the light
Let me put my arms around you
And hold you tight
Ain’t gonna let you go
Know that’s right
And I love you tonight
Yes I love you tonight
Hey babe after all the years
Your still the one for me
Up in your mountains
Or sailing on the sea
You keep it going
Yes that’s right
And I love you tonight
Yes I love you tonight
FIND ME
Mike Aiken
I’ve got too many reasons
To live this life like I do
Play my music go sailin’
Love a woman like you
Take me down to the ocean
Take me down to the sea
Take me down to the ocean
That’s where you’ll find me
I come from those back roads
Dirt under my boots
Now I live on the water with a
Country point of view
Take me down to the ocean
Take me down to the sea
Take me down to the ocean
That’s where you’ll find me
You can run for your money
Take two weeks at a time
Me, I’d rather live slowly
My time’s all mine, all mine
Sailed those Cape Breton highlands
Fiddle music so sweet
Then it’s off for the islands
Love that Caribbean beat
Take me down to the ocean
Take me down to the sea
Take me down to the ocean
That’s where you’ll find me
I’ve got too many reasons
To live this life like I do
Play my music go sailin’
Love a woman like you
Take me down to the ocean
Take me down to the sea
Take me down to the ocean
That’s where you’ll find me
JUMP UP
Mike Aiken
Come on now don’t be late
Ain’t no time to hesitate
We’re goin’ out early
And stayin’ out late.
We’re jumpin’ up tonight.
You don’t have to wear no shoes
Those cut-off jeans look good on you
Come on baby you’re front page news
We’re jumpin’ up tonight.
Oooo, you won’t regret it
Let your inhibitions go
That Rasta man, he’s gonna get it
And that rum punch
Sure ‘nuf it will flow.
That moon is lookin’ right
The band is playin’ mighty tight
From Shirley Heights it’s quite the site
We’re jumpin up tonight.
There’s wahoo on the grill
There’re smokin’ somethin’ down that hill
Man I just can’t get my fill
Of jumpin’ up tonight.
Oooo, you won’t regret it
Let your inhibitions go
That Rasta man, he’s gonna get it
And that rum punch
Sure ‘nuf it will flow.
So come on now, don’t be late
Got no time to hesitate
We’re goin’ out early
We’re stayin’ late.
We’re jumpin’ up tonight.
Goin’ out early
We’re stayin’ late.
We’re jumpin’ up tonight
Goin’ out early
We’re stayin’ late.
We’re jumpin’ up tonight
THIS HERE MANDOLIN
Music and lyrics by Michael Smith
Additional lyrics and arrangement by Mike Aiken
This here mandolin
Is carved out of pine.
Was willed to me by a captain
Way down the line.
He donated this mandolin
With these last words
Before I pass over boy
I’ll show you some chords.
This here mandolin
Is made out of earth and of stone
The sound of the foghorn
Makes you feel all alone.
This here mandolin
Will take a sailor back home.
This here mandolin
Is sure full of sand
It’ll play out of tune
If there’s a shoal on the ways.
She’ll sing you the song
Of the ocean’s beckoning call
And that ain’t all.
This here mandolin
Make a young girl open up her window
Like a warm bed on a rainy night
Like an ale house in a storm.
This here mandolin
Will keep asailor from harm.
This here mandolin
Was carved out of pine
Was willed to me by an old captain
Way down the line.
He donated this mandolin
With these last words
Before I pass over boy
I’ll show you some chords.
This here mandolin’s made out of
Spars and old planks
If you’re feeling lonely
And you need an old song
This here mandolin
Will take asailor back home.
BLOWIN’ LIKE A BANDIT
Guy Clark
Lawdy mercy land of Goshen
Shades of grey out on the ocean
Don’t you dare take that boat out to sea.
Lord the high seas a runnin’
You will sure nuff be done in
If you dare take that boat out to sea.
I was out there in the gulf
The wind is blowin’ like a bandit
And I’m talking ‘bout a hurricane
And your rigging will not stand it.
There’s an ill wind a blowin’
You’d better get back to your moorin’
Don’t you dare take that boat out to sea.
You’d better take a weather warnin’
You’ll be shark bait in the mornin’
If you dare take that boat out to sea.
You’d better give up on that shrimpin’
You just might come home a limpin’
If you dare take that boat out to sea.
You better not make one more drag
You gonna wind up in a bag
If you dare take that boat out to sea.
‘Cause out there in the gulf
The wind is blowin’ like a bandit
And I’m talking ‘bout a hurricane
And your rigging will not stand it.
Lawdy mercy land of Goshen
Shades of grey out on the ocean
Don’t you dare take that boat out to sea.
For the high seas are runnin’
You will sure enough be done in
If you dare take that boat out to sea.
DOWN IN DAYTONA
Mike Aiken, Larry Berwald
Well I’m down in Daytona drinking Corona
My baby and I came to town
Then she left with a biker said he really did like her
I hope he likes what he found.
Now the sun’s up high and so am I
Just watchin’ the wheels go round.
And it’s nice and warm up north there’s a storm
Hey bring me one more round.
So long, good bye, good luck
That’s what she said.
I never really missed her all that much.
So long, good bye, good luck
I never really missed her all that much.
I took a shrimp boat to Cozumel plannin’ on raisin’ hell
With a chaquita or three
Hangin’ out in the sun just havin’ some fun
That’s when she saw me.
She’d left the biker found her a hitch-hiker
And drifted into town.
He had love in his eyes and what a surprise
When he sees what he found.
So long, good bye, good luck
That’s what she said.
I never really missed her all that much.
So long, good bye, good luck
I never really missed her all that much.
We went back to Daytona started drinkin’ Corona
We were back in town.
She started talkin’ to me about how it could be
I didn’t like that sound.
I need to find her a biker who says that he likes her
That would make my day.
It’s time to go now she’s sayin’ no
But here’s what I say.
So long, good bye, good luck
That’s what I said.
I never really missed her all that much.
So long, good bye, good luck
I never really missed her all that much.
BOTTOMS UP
Mike Aiken
Well it’s bottoms up
We’re in the bar room
Let’s have another round for our friends.
It’s bottoms up
We’re in the bar room
Another week of work is done
Let’s get drunk again.
House lights turned way down low
Band set up and ready to go
Common now let’s start the show
It’s time to go again.
Pretty girls comin’ on strong
How they like to carry on
Oh hell yes lets have some fun
It’s time to go again.
Well it’s bottoms up
We’re in the bar room
Let’s have another round for our friends.
It’s bottoms up
We’re in the bar room
Another week of work is done
Let’s get drunk again.
Nothing better I like to do
Than come to town and play for you
All too soon the night if through
And it’s time to roll again.
One more night, one more town
One more beer, another round
Just can’t wait to lay it down
It’s time to go again.
Well it’s bottoms up
We’re in the bar room
Let’s have another round for our friends.
It’s bottoms up
We’re in the bar room
Another week of work is done
Let’s get drunk again.
THANK YOU (My Buffett Tune)
Mike Aiken
Ten years livin’ on this boat
Playin’ beach bars to keep her afloat
One thing you got to know is true
Yea Jimmy, they want to hear you
Hey Jimmy, thanks a lot
Playin’ your tunes put bread in my pot
Movin’ on is what I got to do
But hey Jimmy, I want to thank you
I like your songs what can I say
They play them at the bars 100 times a day
Margaritaville, Fins to the Right
I think I’m gonna pass on playing your songs tonight
Yea Bubba, ain’t no doubt
Parrotheads know what it’s about
Beach players, they all know it’s true
Yea man, hats off to you
Hey Jimmy, yes indeed
You helped me out in times of need
Yes it has been a lovely cruise
Ten years playin’ those songs you do
I like your songs what can I say
They play them at the bars 100 times a day
Margaritaville, Fins to the Right
I think I’m gonna pass on playing your songs tonight
Ten years livin’ on this boat
Playin’ beach bars to keep her afloat
One thing you got to know is true
Yea Jimmy, they want to hear you
TALK TO YOUR DAUGHTER
JB Lenoir
Gonna tell your momma
How you been treatin’ me
Don’t do that, she might get mad.
Gonna tell your momma
How you been treatin’ me
Don’t do that, she might get mad.
You made me love you
Ain’t gonna let you be.
Gonna tell your daddy
How you been treatin’ me too.
Don’t do that, he might get mad.
Gonna tell your daddy
How you been treatin’ me too.
Don’t do that, he might get mad.
You made me love you
And there ain’t nothin’ I can do.
He better talk to his daughter, yea yea.
Talk to his daughter, yea yea.
Better talk to his daughter
Made me love you
And I ain’t gonna let you be.
You better straighten out baby
Quit doggin’ me down
Don’t do that I might get mad
Better straighten out baby
Quit doggin’n me down
Don’t do that I might get mad
Or the next thing you know
You’ll be six feet in the ground.
He better talk to his daughter, yea yea.
Talk to his daughter, yea yea.
Better talk to his daughter
Made me love you
And I ain’t gonna let you be.
Gonna tell your momma
How you been treatin’ me
Don’t do that, she might get mad.
Gonna tell your momma
How you been treatin’ me
Don’t do that, she might get mad.
You made me love you
Ain’t gonna let you be.
Gonna tell your daddy
How you been treatin’ me too.
Don’t do that, he might get mad.
Gonna tell your daddy
How you been treatin’ me too.
Don’t do that, he might get mad.
You made me love you
And there ain’t nothin’ I can do.
He better talk to his daughter, yea yea.
Talk to his daughter, yea yea.
Better talk to his daughter
Made me love you
And I ain’t gonna let you be.
BANANA REPUBLIC
DeGregori, Goodman, Burgh, Rothermel
Down to the Banana Republic
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hoping to find some fun.
Some of them go for the sailing
Called by the lure of the sea
Trying to find what is ailing
Living in the land of the free.
Some of them are running from lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them of runnin’ tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS.
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustlin’ the senoritas
While they dance beneath the stars.
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a line
Singin’ give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes.
First you learn the native custom
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
‘Cause they know they can’t trust you.
Expatriated Americans
Feeling so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home.
Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren’t as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying
Any second-hand American dreams.
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustlin’ the senoritas
While they dance beneath the stars.
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a line
Singin’ give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes.
Down to the Banana Republic
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hoping to find some fun.