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Come on baby, let’s do the delta swing
Come on baby, let’s do the delta swing
Swing with me baby, ‘cuz it’s the brand new thing
Swing me baby, like your dancing queen
Swing me baby, like your dancing queen
The way you swing it baby, best I have ever seen
They’re swingin' it in Cambridge, they’re swingin’ in JP
They’re swingin’ it in Memphis, way down in Tennessee
Yeah your sister’s swingin’, and your brother too
Even mom and pop are swingin’, now how ‘bout you?
Come on baby, let’s do the delta swing
Come on baby, let’s do the delta swing
Swing with me baby, ‘cuz it’s the brand new thing
Shake it baby, all around the floor
Shake it shake it baby, all around the floor
Now hold me close, and then we’ll swing some more
They’re swingin’ it in Cambridge, they’re swingin’ in JP
They're swingin’ it in Memphis, way down in Tennessee
They’re swingin’ winter, spring, summer and fall,
They’re swingin’ it with the fishtail, at the Blues Union Hall
Come on baby, let’s do the delta swing
Swing with me baby, cuz it’s the brand new thing
Swing with me baby, cuz it’s the brand new thing
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I wanna be your love whip,
I wanna be your love whip
Just me, and my little booty machine
Whip you so, fine and easy
I’m gonna make you scream
You know my love whip
Yeah you know my love whip
You know my love whip, gets a little rough
If you’re an eagle rockin’ papa
You’ll never get enough
Yeah, when I crack that whip
You know it’s understood
When I crack that whip
You never hurt so good
Yeah when I crack that whip
You know it’s understood
When I crack that whip
You never hurt so good
Talkin’ bout my love whip
Talkin’ bout my love whip
You know they’re talkin’, all over town
You’re gonna, jump for joy
Every time my whip comes down
I wanna be your love whip
Wanna be your love whip
When I got my love whip, you know the score
Whip you so, fine and easy
Keep you comin’ back for more
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Can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
Can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
Well it seems like every minute, sure gonna be my last
Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days
Minutes seem like hours, hours seem like days
Well it seems like my man oughtta, stop his low down ways
Well it seems like my man oughtta, stop his low down ways
Said you, see that picture, up on your momma’s shelf
Well you know by that I’m tired of, sleepin’ by myself
I got a man he’s, six feet from the ground
Yes I’ve, got a man he’s, six feet from the ground
You know he could kill a man, and he ain’t no hand-me-down
Can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
I can’t tell my future, sure can’t tell my past
Well it seems like every minute, sure gonna be my last
Be my last
Be my last
Gonna be my last
Woooooo, oooooo
Be my last
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I know you’ve got your bags packed
You made up your mind
You’re already thinking
About what you left behind
Good luck baby
You know I wish you well
Good luck baby
I hope it don’t go to hell
We can’t see tomorrow
And what it’s gonna bring
Sometimes a piece of paper
Changes everything
Good luck baby
You know I wish you well
Good luck baby
I hope it don’t go to hell
Take your hopes and troubles
To where you’re gonna be
If you can’t take them with you
You can leave some here with me
Good luck baby
You know I wish you well
Good luck baby
I hope it don’t go to hell
Good luck baby (Good luck baby)
Good luck baby (Good luck baby)
Good luck baby (Good luck baby)
Good luck baby (Good luck baby)
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I hate that train, that they all call the M&O
I hate that, train, that they all call the M&O
It took my baby away,
And he ain't comin' back no more
When he was leavin', could not hear nothin' but that whistle blow
When he was leavin', could not hear, nothin' but that whistle blow
And the man at the throttle,
Swore he ain't comin' back on more
He had his head in the window, and he was watchin' those drive wheels roll
He had his head in the window, and he was watchin' those drive wheels roll
Sayin' I'm goin' away baby,
And I ain't comin' back no more
Now I'm sorry, sorry sorry to my heart
Now I'm sorry, sorry sorry to my heart
To see that M&O train,
And me and my baby part
I hate that train, that they all call the M&O
I hate that train, that they all call the M&O
It took my baby away,
And he ain't comin' back no more
It took my baby away,
And he ain't comin' back no more
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One thing I like about that man of mine
One thing I like about that man of mine
One thing I like about that man of mine
Is he treats me good and he loves me all the time
I was standin on the corner till my feet got soakin wet
I was standin on the corner till my feet got soakin wet
I was standin on the corner till my feet got soakin wet
Here's what I said to everyone that I met
Can you spare me a nickel can you spare me a lousy dime
Can you spare me a nickel can you spare me a lousy dime
Can you spare me a nickel can you spare me a lousy dime
So I can feed that hungry man of mine
I took him down to my cabaret
I took him down to my cabaret
I took him down to my cabaret
There we ate and drank until the break of day
One thing I like about that man of mine
One thing I like about that man of mine
One thing I like about that man of mine
He treats me good and he loves me all the time
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Why don't you pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
Picked his head, and picked his feet
Woulda picked his body but it wasn’t fit to eat
Oh pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
And I’ll be satisfied, havin’ a family
What did that jay bird say, pick poor robin clean
Pick poor robin clean, oh pick poor robin clean
What did that jay bird say, pick poor robin clean
And I’ll be satisfied, havin’ a family
Get off my money, and don’t get funny
‘Cause I’m from Georgia, I ain’t from Florida
Put down that blade, get outta my way
I’m just a hustlin’ fool, that’s just what I am
Why don’t you pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
Picked his head, and picked his feet
Woulda picked his body but it wasn’t fit to eat
Pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
And I’ll be satisfied, havin’ a family
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Virtual virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Take your booty and, shake your booty and
Make a date with the booty machine, oh yeah
Take your booty and, shake your booty and
Make a date with the booty machine, oh yeah
Take it off, twist around, now shake, shake to the sound
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
You know you like it, you can't resist it
Gettin' crazy with the booty machine, oh yeah
You know you like it, you can't resist it
Gettin' crazy with the booty machine, oh yeah
Take it off, twist around, now shake, shake to the sound
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Take your booty and, shake your booty and
Make a date with the booty machine, oh yeah
Take your booty and, shake your booty and
Make a date with the booty machine, oh yeah
Take it off, twist around, now shake, shake to the sound
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yea-ah yeah yeaaaah
It’s the virtual virtual booty machine
Take it off, twist around, now shake, shake to the sound
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual, virtual booty machine, yeah yeah yeah
Virtual, virtual booty machine
Yeah yeah yeaah, yea-ah, yeah
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I'm goin' down to the delta
Where I can drink and have my fun
I'm goin' down to the delta
Where I can drink and have my fun
Where I can drink my white lightnin' and gamble
And bring my baby home
Don't the delta look lonesome
When that evenin' sun goes down
Don't the delta look lonesome
When that evenin' sun goes down
You might be lookin' for your baby
You know he can't be found
I love my baby
But my baby don't love me
I love my baby
But my baby don't love me
That's why I'm goin' back
To my old used to be
I'm goin' down to the delta
Where I can drink and have my fun
I'm goin' down to the delta
Where I can drink and have my fun
Where I can drink my white lightnin' and gamble
And bring my baby home
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I’m an old woman, named after my mother
My old man is another, child who’s grown old
If dreams were thunder, lightnin’ was desire
This old house woulda burnt down, a long time ago
Make me an angel, that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster, of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing, that I can hold on to
To believe in this livin’, is just a hard way to go
When I was young girl, well I had me a cowboy
He weren’t much to look at, just a free ramblin’ man
Now it’s been a long time, and no matter how I try
The years just flow by, like a broken down dam
Make me an angel, that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster, of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing, that I can hold on to
To believe in this livin’, is just a hard way to go
Now there’s flies in the kitchen, I can hear ‘em, they’re buzzin’
And I ain’t done nothin’, since I woke up today
How the hell can a person, go to work in the mornin’
Come home in the evenin’, and have nothin’ to say
Make me an angel, that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster, of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing, I can hold on to
To believe in this livin’, is just a hard way to go
To believe in this livin’, woooo hoooo
To believe in this livin’, is just a hard way to go hard way to go
To believe in this livin’, is just a, hard hard way to, go
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“Love Whip Blues”, the debut album by Erin Harpe & the Delta Swingers – out on VizzTone/Juicy Juju Records – features 4 originals and our own unique interpretations of songs by Willie Brown, Lucille Bogan, Luke Jordan, William Moore and John Prine. It was recorded in Boston by Harpe, bassist Jim Countryman, drummer Bob Nisi, and harmonica player Richard Rosenblatt, then post-produced, mixed and mastered by the amazing Dave Gross at his Fat Rabbit Studios, with guest appearances by Dave Gross, “Sonny” Jim Clifford and Bob Margolin.
released November 4, 2014
Erin Harpe: vocals, acoustic & electric guitars.
Jim Countryman: electric bass.
Richard Rosenblatt: harmonicas.
Bob Nisi: drums & background vocals.
Dave Gross: guitar (1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10), piano (1, 9),upright bass (5, 7), mandolin (7), Wurlitzer (8), electric bass (10), background vocals (10), and percussion.
Bob Margolin: slide guitar (5).
Sonny Jim Clifford: slide guitar (3, 10).
Produced by Erin Harpe & the Delta Swingers with Dave Gross.
Recorded at VizzTone Studios (Newton, MA), Juicy Studios (Jamaica Plain, MA), and Fat Rabbit Studios (Montclair, NJ).
Engineered by Richard Rosenblatt (VizzTone Studios), Erin Harpe/Jim Countryman (Juicy Studios), and Dave Gross (Fat Rabbit Studios).
Mixed and mastered by Dave Gross at Fat Rabbit Studios.
Graphic Design by Erin Harpe. Artistic Direction by Jim Countryman.
Photography by Jim Countryman (front cover) and Erin Harpe and her trusty tripod and timer (back cover).
Executive Producers: Amy Brat, Curtis Clarke, John Doherty, Nicholas Fliess, Christopher Pitney, and Sommyr Pochan.
Thank you! We want to thank all our fans, friends and family for believing in us and helping us make our debut album a reality! Especially: Ann Abramson, Peter Axelrod, Marlene & Eddie Blume, Jonathan Cohen, James Countryman II, William “Des” Desmond, Jimmy Fox, Chris Frantz, Neil Harpe, Allyson Hartzell, Holly Henderson, Dan “Moe” Moriarty, Sandy Rodgers, Shari Salkind, Phil Simon, Jesse Smith, and Bob Stannard.
©℗2014 VizzTone Label Group/Juicy Juju Records/Squirrelygirl Music/Cooltonic Music. All rights reserved.