Buddy Guy - Hoochie Coochie Man and One Room Country Shack

Buddy Guy – Hoochie Coochie Man and One Room Country Shack – Live, 2000.

You can’t watch this without a smile. Buddy is a national treasure.

Lyrics:
“Hoochie Coochie Man”

The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child’s coming
He’s gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens
Jump and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about

‘Cause you know I’m here
Everybody knows I’m here
Yeah, you know I’m a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I’m here

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I’m gonna mess with you
I’m gonna make you girls
Lead me by my hand
Then the world’ll know
The hoochie coochie man

But you know I’m here
Everybody knows I’m here
Yeah, you know I’m a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I’m here

On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors said
He was born for good luck
And that you’ll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don’t you mess with me

But you know I’m here
Everybody knows I’m here
Yeah, you know I’m a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I’m here

Songwriters: Willie Dixon

Hoochie Coochie Man lyrics © Arc Music Corp., Hoochie Coochie Music, Cheng Du Hai Fan Wu Ke Ji You Xian Gong Si

“One Room Country Shack”

Sittin’ here a thousand miles from nowhere
People, I’m in my one room country little shack
I’m sittin’ here a thousand miles from nowhere
People, I’m in my own, own one room country little shack

All my worries and companion
Is an old, is an old ‘leven foot cotton sack

I’m wanna leave, oh early in the mornin’
People, because I’m ’bout to go out on my mind
I’m gonna leave you early in the mornin’
People, because, just because I’m ’bout to go out on my mind

I’m gonna find me some kind of good woman
Even if she’s dumb, deaf, crippled or blind

Play your piano

Lord, you make me feel so good this morning, do it again
Have mercy, have mercy on me, have mercy on me
Alright!
Yes, yes, yes
Oh, lord, have mercy

You don’t know
You don’t know how, how I feel
Lord have mercy down in this cotton field

You don’ know
People, people, you don’t know how I feel
Have mercy in this cotton field

I know you’re out there havin’ a good time
Why don’t you, why don’t you make connection with me and give me some good deal?

Let me have a little bit of Otis Spann, please

So many ways
So many ways you can get the blues
So many ways
So, so many ways you can get the blues

Yes, when you’re down here on one of these cottonfields
Lord, you ain’t got nothing to lose

Songwriters: Mercy Walton