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Eddie Vinson wrote this blues and recorded it in 1946 for Mercury.
Folks call me mister Cleanhead 'cause my head is bald on top Folks call me mister Cleanhead 'cause my head is bald on top And every week I save a dollar When I walk by that barber shop If it wasn't for you women I'd have my curly locks today If it wasn't for you women I'd have my curly locks today But I've been hugged kissed and petted Till all my hair was rubbed away When it starts to gettin' wetter My head gets kinda cold I try to grow a little hair When I care to save my soul When it comes to gettin' summer I get such a pretty tan You can hear all the women holler Where I can find that Cleanhead man? Yes they call me mister Cleanhead 'cause I've been bald a long long time But I don't need to worry You'll get yours and brother I know I'll get mine Now you heard my story And I hope you'll understand Why you hear all the women holler Where can I find that Cleanhead man?
Blues shouter and saxophonist Eddie "Cleanhead" Vinson recorded this song in 1957. In the lyrics he included the titles of some of his most famous records: "Cherry Red", "Juice Head Baby", "Kidney Stew", etc.
CLEANHEAD'S BACK IN TOWN (Eddie Vinson) Run here pretty baby, Cleanhead's back in town Run here pretty baby, Mister Cleanhead's back in town I been out of circulation, but now I'm back around I'm all alone baby, sittin' on my big brass bed I'm all alone now baby, sittin' on my big brass bed I done cried so much, my eyes turned cherry red Wake up old maid, come spend some time with me Wake up old maid, come spend some time with me Everything is different, things ain't what they used to be It was a dream, I was having lunch with you It was a dream, I was having lunch with you Bring your big fine foxy self on home, and cook my kidney stew Juice head baby, you know I love you so Juice head baby, you know I love you so If you don't treat me right baby, somebody sure has got to go
(By Eddie Vinson & Leona Blackman), recorded for Mercury in 1947
Crazy about you baby, but I just ain't got the price Crazy about you baby, but I just ain't got the price You're a high class mama, so I guess it ain't no dice Goin' back home, and get my old gal Sue Goin' back home, and get my old gal Sue She ain't the caviar kind, just plain old kidney stew Old kidney stew, old kidney stew is fine Old kidney stew, old kidney stew is fine You can save your money, and keep your peace of mind
A jazzy blues, from the compilation double CD "Texas Blues" (JSP CD 403) Recorded in 1980 in London.
MEAT'S TOO HIGH (Vinson) No I don't wanna bite, that meat's too hot for me No I don't wanna bite, that meat's too hot for me I used to get it for two dollars, way back in nineteen fifty three Well I went to see my baby, she said daddy just relax I went to see my baby, she said daddy just relax But that night when I was leavin', I paid ten dollars luxury tax Now you know this here inflation Is kinda hard on a man It caused me such aggravation But I do the best I can I'm gonna take a little vacation Goin' from East to West Take a survey of this nation See who's causin' all this mess No I don't wanna bite, no I can get it free Well I don't wanna name the city, cause it might start a big stampede
Recorded in 1982 in London. From the JSP Compilation "Texas Blues" (JSP CD 403)
RACE TRACK BLUES (Vinson) Well I went to the racetrack with my baby on my mind Eeh-yeah with my baby on my mind When I got back home this evenin' Didn't have a lousy dime Bet all my money on a horse called My name is Sue Yeah I bet all my money on a horse called My name is Sue And the horse ran so slow Like it didn't know what to do He start off like a great horse finished up just like a mule Started like a race horse finished up just like a mule I looked at the code board And I felt just like a fool When I got home this evenin' My baby met me at the door When I got home this evenin' My baby met me at the door She said you ain't got no money honey You can't stay here no more!
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