Some fine 70's style funk from the spirit of Johnny Guitar Watson, who was as instrumental in the creation of electric blues and funk as Duke and Monk were in the creation of jazz. Also see my music video of the same title. Just search "Richard The Crawdaddy Dance" on youtube!
lyrics
My goodness! Here I come again y'all, runnin' thru the city. I'm just checkin' my traps you know...
Everybody talkin' bout, if I wanna have some fun to go on down to the YMCA.
If I go anywhere it's gonna be the YWCA, you know, I might catch me somethin'...
I'm tellin' you it's rough! Listen...
VERSE 1
Findin’ a job, it ain’t easy
Especially one that ain’t greasy.
Got find one in a hurry,
My money’s gettin’ funny and it’s got me worried.
Got a good education,
But it seems I stay on vacation.
The economy’s low in our nation.
Someone tell me what the hell is this?
CHORUS
They got me runnin’ through the city
like a chicken with my neck off,
Tryin’ to find a job, get me somethin’ down.
The real nitty gritty, it’s a pity
What the heck ya’ll, everywhere I go
They just turn me down.
Not today is what they say, find a needle in the hay,
Promises, promises, they never stop.
You know it’s getting’ hard when you can’t find a job at
Jack-in-the-Box…Damn!
VERSE 2
Brother finally gotta job that paid off.
Three days later he got laid off.
It made him sick and he needed a doctor.
When his wife got the bill, it shocked her.
Someone tell me what the hell is this? (x 3)
SOLO
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Took my woman to the grocery store.
I ain’t gonna take her down there no more.
Price of groceries ya’ll done got so high.
I lean on the counter and I moan and I cry.
Someone tell me what the hell is this? (x 3)
VAMP
Lawd, lawd, lawd, lawd. Won’t you help me find a job.
What the heck, I’m deeper in debt.
Findin’ a job it’s so hard.
They got me down so low. I got to look up
To tie my shoes. My nose is scrapin’ on the floor.