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My take on Johnny Guitar Watson's greatest hit. I kept my arrangement as sparse as possible, the way clean funk is supposed to be. The only upgrade is a touch of Clavi-Craw.
My advice to young players of any genre: Study J.G. Watson, his sense of humor, timing, and amazing morphology from '50's gutbucket bluesman to 70's pimp funkster..He's on a level all his own!
lyrics
Wanna buy a new car, but the price ain’t right (ha ha, ain’t that cold?)
Be a damn sight cheaper (yes it would), start ridin’ my bike (uh, listen)
They makin’ milk outta powder (yeah they are), got the baby cryin’
(poor old baby, they don’t know what that stuff is)
Rent’s gone up higher (yes it is), got the parents lyin’
(I’ll pay ya tomorrow)
CHORUS
Lord it’s a real mother for ya, yeah
Make you wanna run for cover (yes it will)
And if you look you will discover, yeah
Lord it’s a real muthafoya yeah...oww!
Good god!
VERSE 2
(Listen) Got to go to a disco, throw your troubles away
Dance to the music, that the DJ play (sound alright)
Then the lights come on, yeah, like you knew they would, (ha ha, ain’t that cold?)
Go home face the music, that don’t sound too good (ain’t that cold?…
listen)
CHORUS
INTRO BREAK/SOLO
CHORUS
Cold blooded, cold blooded, I’m tellin’ you the truth
Let me stop at this gas station
Uh---gimme three gallons of low lead... can’t afford nuthin’ else!
Better stop and get me two hot dogs and a strawberry soda
It’s a real mutha foya...
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