"Four Set Blues" 
               (Joe Crane)

Blow my guts out all night long
Makin’ pennies just to sing my song
Don’t think this is the life I choose
I’m tired of livin’ these four set blues

Never play to a sober crowd
All I hear is play it loud
Got no time for the national news
I’m tired of livin’ these four set blues

Tommy Joe and Flo like always
Ask for Twist and Shout
Grab my Strat by the nape of the neck
Please Mr. Spector come and find me out
Come on, Phil
     
Makin’ eyes at the go-go girls
Gets kinda old
Chug a beer and shut my eyes
Rip a scream from a piece of my throat

Got a girl I never call my wife
Trims her nails with a switchblade knife
That’s her in the sparkle shoes
I’m tired of livin’ these four set blues
Lord knows I’ve paid my dues
I’m tired of livin’ these four set blues
                         (vamp)
        



          "Too Hot to Handle"
                   (Joe Crane-John Rewind)

 Mercy mama, you’re too hot to handle  (2x)
You don’t need a job, you don’t have to rob
You got a pack of slobberin’ hound dogs                           
On your tail, hear ‘em wail
You’ve got every Jack, puttin’ mink coats on your back
Drivin’ pink Cadillacs, aw gimme a little slack

   (C)  Get your eye off me
                  You're too hot to handle            (4x)

Lordy mama,you're too hot to handle
Lordy lady, I’m like a moth to a candle
Cigarette case and such, I’m even afraid to touch
I get a helluva rush outa just watchin’ you, yeah it’s true
Ruby red fingernails, you even got a boat to sail
You oughta be under the jail
Yeah, I’ll see you around in hell

You party too much, 
      You're too hot to handle
You boogie too much
      You're too hot to handle
You kissin' too much
      You're too hot to handle
You owww too much
                        vamp



             "Crazy ‘Bout the Ladies" 
       (Joe Crane-John Rewind-Richard Greene)

I’m crazy ‘bout the ladies
         (crazy ‘bout the ladies)
I’m crazy 'bout the ladies
         (crazy ‘bout the ladies)
Don’t have to be my baby
         (don’t have to be my baby)
I'm crazy 'bout the ladies
          (crazy ‘bout the ladies)


The way they walk, the way they talk
When they swing
I don’t care if she wears
A wedding ring

I’m crazy ‘bout you mama
           (crazy ‘bout you mama)
I’m  crazy 'bout you mama
           (crazy ‘bout you mama)
Don’t have to be no drama
           (don’t have to be no drama)
I'm crazy 'bout you mama
           (crazy ‘bout you mama)
                         
                        (vamp)




               "Lotta Fine Mama"                                                                     
                          ( Joe Crane)
 
She sure ain’t no model in a size 18
But she’s got a move like you ain’t never seen

    (C) Martha Jean, she’s a lotta fine mama

Gunboats on her feet about 11 double D
But she’s a ballerina when she’s lovin’ me

    (C) Martha Jean, she’s a lotta fine mama

When she gimme that good good lovin’
Baby that’s all I want
When she gimme the kissin’ and huggin’
Baby that’s all I need

Martha teaches judo down in Chinatown
Likes to sumo wrestle in her evening gown

     (C) Martha Jean, she’s a lotta fine mama
                                Repeat

When we’re down at the Club DeLisa
She bumps the chandelier
The maitre d’ brings an extra pizza
And a barrel of beer




                  "Louisiana Line"
                             (Joe Crane)
 
Get up, you’re watchin’ too much T.V.
Get up, Beaumont’s too much for me
Dress up, somebody better beware
Fess up, wouldn’t you rather be there, where?

   (C) Cold Pearl just keep on flowin’
              Hot time at the Louisiana line
          Hot girl just keep on goin’
              Hot time at the Louisiana line
          Blues Kings keep on blowin’
              Hot time at the Louisiana line
          Big crowds keep on growin’

Wake up, Gigi’s blowin’ his horn
Wake up, just like the day you were born
Get up, Big Oaks around the bend
Get up, we all are back again




                    "Milltown Gambler"
                                 ( Joe Crane)

 Oh milltown gambler, shootin’ hot he just can’t lose
 Oh milltown gambler, lady luck got hold of you
  
Payday’s on Friday night, brogans all spit and shine
Got your wad of two dollar bills
Hop in your Dynaflo, to the Club Cocomo
Hurry up there’s no time to kill
No time to kill

    (C)   You been rollin’ rollin’, rollin’ them bones
             Cheatin’ poor folks out of their homes
             Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ them bones
             Rollin’ them bones

Oh milltown gambler, never saved a single dime
Oh milltown gambler, what you get is what you find
Down on the bathroom floor, knees getting’ mighty sore
Don’t worry ‘bout next month’s rent
Two bitches on each arm, never could do no harm
Wait ‘til you see what they spent
See what they spent

     (C)

Grinnin’ with gold front teeth, dodgin’ the county heat
Off with a six pack to go
Next stop is Walker’s Mill, check out the Club DeVille
Just watch him burn up the road
Burn up the road

     (C)
                            



                    "Snake Doctor" 
       (Joe Crane-John Rewind-Richard Greene)

See him sparklin’ in the sun
He don’t mean to hurt no one
Some folks say he be good luck
He just tryin’ to pass the buck

     (C)  Snake Doctor, fly away home
             Snake Doctor, you’re all alone
             Snake Doctor, away you fly
             Spreadin’ the word with an evil eye

Ol’ witch mama down in the swamp
Need somebody to spread her haunt
Ol’ Snake Doctor come runnin’ by
Cuttin’ a spell with an evil eye
      (C)

I heard about a hoodoo man
Caught a snake doctor in his hand
Sky went poof and there he stood
Froze up stiff like kindlin’ wood
      (C)




        "Foxy Little Girls in Oakland"    (Recorded by Rodger Collins)
                               (Joe Crane)
 
Foxy little girls in Oakland, somethin’, like I never, never seen before   (2x)
Foxy little girls in Oakland, like somethin’ in a candy store
    
Pretty leg girls in Oakland, struttin’ down East 14th
Skinny leg girls in Oakland, struttin’ & splittin’ down East 14th

Big pretty legs in Oakland, gonna knock you right off your feet,  watch your self
You can hear ‘em ooh and awin’ all the way cross the bay
  
All of the guys in Frisco, don’t do nothin all day
But think about the girls in Oakland, and how they goin’ there to play, now watch me play

True fine mamas in the East Bay, shuckin’ and jivin’ while they talk 2X
But if they don’t know you’re watchin’, you see ‘em do the camel walk, camel walk

Oohee, all these girls are killin’ me
Make me happy, make so happy I could slap my pappy


                      

                         "Green Light"      
                     (Joe Crane-John Rewind)
 
Last night I went out drinkin’
Raisin’ hell with the guys
Then I saw that redhead
With a red hot fire in her eyes

    (C)    She gave me the green light
                  The green light to take her love   (2x)

I gathered my self together
Stumbled across the floor
All I saw was her index finger
Wigglin’ me out the back door

     (C)

Just as I made my exit
I saw a Merc idlin’ soft and low
Then a whisper drifted out the side window
Sayin’ come on Tarzan let’s go

      (C)




                    "All Tore Down" 
                             (Joe Crane)

I never had nobody                                                           
Fool around with me
Then came a whole world’s army                                      
Just kickin’ me in the teeth
That’s why I said

     (C)  I’m all tore down, all tore down
                Standin’ up tall with my back flat on the ground
             All tore down, I’m all tore down
                Someone tell the world to stop or just slow down

I went out to buy me a bottle
To try and soothe my pain
Before I left the cashier
He was hasslin’ me ‘bout the change
That’s why I said

Went home to sip my supper
To have me a peaceful life
But there at home with the rollers on
Was my rantin’, ravin’ wife
That’s why I said


                        

                         "Bullfrog Holler"
                         (Joe Crane-John Rewind)

Bullfrog Holler, poor folks tryin’ to make a dirty dollar
Bullfrog Holler, we got a line to run    Jug-a-rum

Bullfrog Holler, black moss hidin’ a quicksand squalor
Bullfrog Holler, we got a line to run

Ain’t got no welfare, we make in on our own
What the hell do we care, life still goes on & on & on, in

Bullfrog Holler, two hogs rootin’ in a black mud waller
Bullfrog Holler, we got a line to run   Jug-a-rum

Maybe catch some croakers, if the luck is good
Then watch some jokers, fightin’ cocks for food
Way down in...

 Bullfrog Holler etc...