Little G Weevil Trio feat. Mr. Jambalaya - LIVE IN STUDIO (2021)

Описание: Little G Weevil & His Trio performs live at Sounday Studio in Budapest, Hungary.
Featuring Mr. Jambalaya on piano.
Recorded and filmed on December 7, 2021.

Gee's website and mailing list: https://gweevil.com
Follow Mr. Jambalaya:    / jambalayamusic  

Music and lyrics written by Little G Weevil except track 5.
Sound engineer: Gábor Vastag
Video production: Mihály Horváth, Anikó Juhász

Musicians:

Little G Weevil - guitars, vocal
K. C. Brown - blues harp
Csaba Pengő - upright bass
Mr. Jambalaya - piano

Songs in order:

1. The Tale of Captain Siegal
2. One Little Cup
3. Wealthy Man
4. Moving
5. So Long (Oh, I hate to see you go)


LYRICS


THE TALE OF CAPTAIN SIEGAL

The Queen said fine, let him go
There`s no use if I can`t make him talk
Release him from the tower jail
Give his ship back and let him sail

LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL
Give his ship back and let him sail

Captain Siegal is truly one of a kind
Whispers the guard as the door slam-shuts behind
Everybody in the palace fears of his name
Many stories been told to gain his fame

LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL
Give his ship back and let him sail

His schooner is the fastest in the seven seas
His sword made of the hardest double folded steel
Once he rode a fifty feet humpback whale
So unchain this man and let him sail

LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL
Unchain the man and let him sail

Captain Siegal dusts off his gator boots
Dances away under the crescent moon
No one on dry land has ever seen him again
When you look across the ocean you might see him sail

LET HIM SAIL, LET HIM SAIL



ONE LITTLE CUP

Today is a wonderful day, I don`t feel like going through my mail
Power, cable, any different label they want the same
I`m fed up
There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup

Every single time the payment is due it makes me feel like I`m getting the flu
Mortgage, credit, they kill you if you let it and it`s true
I`m fed up
There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup

I`m not gonna worry anymore at the end of the day I know the score
I`ll fly away to the Savannah bay and have a ball
I`m fed up
There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup

Let me put on my island shirt, have some cocktail to ease my thirst
Hay hat, cigar, you may call it bizarre but I`ve been worse
I`m fed up
There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup

Finally when the Sun goes down only one thing left on my mind
Her name is Jessie she`s looking very classy in her gown
And I`m fed up
There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup

Back home the mailbox overflows, the grassman killed the china rose
I burst out laughing, the music is blasting on the shore
I`m fed up
There is only so much water you can pour into one little cup



WEALTHY MAN

Mama got a fancy, sparkly Chevrolet
Gucci purse and a cocktail dress by Gaultier
Hilltop house with a downtown city view
But she`s unable to furnish every room
You know she goes home every night by herself

(oh the poor lady, what she's gonna do?)

WEALTHY MAN, SHE NEEDS A WEALTHY MAN
ANYONE WHO TAKE CARE (OF) HER BILLS

Superstar DJ Ross is back in town
Coming to the Suite Lounge Friday night
Mama is nervous, you know it is a must go event
The top one percent is going to represent
And she desperately needs a listening ear

(by whom? I guess that guy at the bar?)

WEALTHY MAN...

You know mama always been a two trick pony gal
Temporary heaven, permanent hell
Some women on high heels can be pretty low
Special operation on your cash flow
By the night is over your status may have changed

(and you`re no longer a...you know what?)

WEALTHY MAN, SHE NEEDED A WEALTHY MAN
OR SOME SOURCE, ANYONE WHO TAKES CARE HER BILLS


MOVING


In my life, I can`t seem to stop
I pack my things once I had enough
And keep on moving, moving from place to place
Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday

I`ve been to Greece, Finland too
Got stuck in London on the overcrowded tube
In Belgrade, I met a girl but I can`t say her name
Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday

I crossed the ocean, I crossed many seas
Flew over mountains, drove by endless cotton fields
Walked in the desert with turban wrapped around my face
Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday

All you great people I met through the years
We shared joy, we shared blood, sweat and tears
I`m a long way in Georgia from my sweet Balaton lake
Tomorrow I`ll find my home just like I did yesterday