Live at The Scala Theatre
Lyrics & Credits
Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad
I’m goin’ down the road feelin’ bad
Goin’ down the road feelin’ bad
Goin’ down the road feelin’ bad, honey babe
I ain’t gonna be treated this way
What I’ve got gon’ sure bring you back
What I’ve got gon’ sure bring you back
What I’ve got gon’ sure bring you back, honey babe
I ain’t gonna be treated this way
Well they feed me on cornbread and peas
Feed me on cornbread and peas
Feed me on cornbread and peas, honey babe
I ain’t gonna be treated this way
Well, I’m down in this valley on my knees
Down in this valley on my knees
Down in this valley on my knees, honey babe
I ain’t gonna be treated this way
Well I’m goin’ where the weather suits my clothes
Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes
Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes, honey babe
I ain’t gonna be treated this way
I’m goin’ down the road feelin’ bad
Goin’ down the road feelin’ bad
Goin’ down the road feelin’ bad, honey babe
I ain’t gonna be treated this way
Sliver Spoon
I left my home, as a young man
Still a boy, truth be told
Took my guitar, my troubled heart
An’ hit the road
I made my way, cross an ocean
In search of somewhere to belong
Just a young buck
An’ travelin’ on
I made my home, in the North Country Far
At a time where very few people there looked like me
Made good friends, who were kind to a stranger
An’ his family
Some say I was born with a silver spoon
In my mouth
People you know, I’ve paid some dues
Born to play the guitar
All around the world
Born to sing the blues
I settled down
Got a straight job
Played my music on the side
Put food on the table
I paid the rent
But I was not satisfied
Pawned my guitar
So many times
So many times, it’s a shame
But I kept on playin’, singin’ my songs
’Til the people knew my name
You know my name
Some say I was born with a silver spoon
In my mouth
People you know, I’ve paid my dues
Born to play the guitar
All around the world
Born to sing the blues
Born to sing the blues
Along The Way
Take the time to bless the ones
Who’ve done you wrong
What won’t kill ya
Makes ya strong
Take some time
To bless your friends an’ family
Every day
Take the time
To take a look at what you’ve learned
Along the way
Take the time to give yourself
A pat on the back
For makin’ it this far
Stayin’ on track
Take some time
To say a little thankful prayer
Come what may
Take the time
To take a look at what you’ve learned
Along the way
It’s a long way to Tipperary
An’ it’s a long way
To a place called peace of mind
Gonna be days when you get weary
When the strength to go on
Is hard to find
Take the time to stop a while
Take a rest
All you can ever do is your best
Take some time, quiet time
Away from the fray
Take the time
To take a look at what you’ve learned
Along the way
Bring Me Little Water, Sylvie
Bring me little water
Bring me little water now
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Every little once in a while
Don’t you see me comin’
See me now
Don’t you see me comin’
Every little once in a while
Bring it in a bucket, Sylvie
A little bucket now
Bring it in a bucket, Sylvie
Once in a while
Bring me little water, Sylvie
A little water now
Bring me little water
Once in a while
Bring it in a bucket, Sylvie
Bring it in a bucket now
Bring it in a bucket, Sylvie
Once in a while
Don’t you see me comin’
Don’t you see me now
Don’t you see me comin’
Every little once in a while
Don’t you see me comin’
Don’t you see me now
Don’t you see me comin’
Once in a while
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Bring me little water now
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Every little once in a while
Things Is 'Bout Comin' My Way
Lost all my money, ain’t got a dime
Givin’ up this old world, leavin’ it behind
But after all my hard travelin’
Things is ’bout comin’ my way
When I was sick down on my bed
My friends forgot me, thought I was dead
But after all my hard travelin ́
Things is ’bout comin’ my way
Now ain’t it hard when you’ve ain’t got a friend
Just keep on travelin’ they'll need your help again
’Cause after all my hard travellin’
Things is ’bout comin’ my way
Now take me, baby, just as I am
Ain’t got no money I'm in a jam
But after all my hard travelin'
Things is ’bout comin’ my way
I’m always happy, I’m never mad
Thinkin’ ’bout the bad times you know I’ve had
’Cause after all my hard travelin’
Things is ’bout comin’ my way
Rosewood
They say the whole thing started
With Fanny Taylor’s lie
That spark lit the flame
Fear an’ hatred fed the fire
Truly, it started centuries ago
Ships with human cargo
Chained down below
I was in the third grade
I could read an’ write
I remember everything
The moon was full an’ bright
So bright, you could see shadows at midnight
The night they burned Rosewood to the ground
Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be
Had to put on heavy clothes
Fast as we could
There was shootin’ everywhere
Had to get out in the woods
First person killed was my uncle
Sam Carter was his name
What happened in Rosewood that night
Nothin’ but a crime an’ a shame
Newspapers told how many
Whites an’ blacks were counted dead
But the tears had no color
The tears their families shed
Anyway, the numbers in the papers
Were nowhere near the truth
Coulda been ten
Coulda been a hundred
We had no proof
Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be
The first day of the New Year, 1923
Burned like a brand on a child’s memory
Hidin’ in the swamps
Prayin’ we’d get away
Never talked about it
Until today
Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be
Burned like a child’s memory
Where my family home used to be
Whole World's Got The Blues
Blues all in the papers
Blues in the magazines
Blues on the radio
Blues on the TV screen
Everywhere you turn
You’re lookin’ at sad, sad news
Seems like the whole world
The whole world’s got the blues
Blues in the mornin’
Blues all through the night
I went to see my doctor
She said, everything’s alright
Still, I can’t shake the feelin’
Can you feel it too?
Seems like the whole world
The whole world’s got the blues
Went to church on Sunday
To lay my burden down
Not a single soul was smilin’
Everybody wore a frown
When the preacher said it’s hard times
He got an “Amen” from every pew
Seems like the whole world
The whole world’s got the blues
Blues south of the border
Blues in the Middle East
Blues runnin’ up the alley
Creepin’ up Wall Street
People, what’s goin’ on?
Can you feel it too?
I pray we’re gonna make it
’Cause the whole world's got the blues
It’s rollin’ ‘round to midnight
I can’t get to sleep
If there’s hope for the future
Gon’ take a quantum leap
Can’t shake that feelin’
People, do you feel it, too?
Seems like the whole world
The whole world’s got the blues
Seems like the whole world
The whole world’s got the blues
River Blues
Goin’ down to the river
Soothes my soul
Just to watch it flow
Might stay all day
Looking at the leaves
Turnin’ gold
My mind needs a change of scene
Don’t wanna say somethin’ unkind I don’t mean
Don’t feel like talkin’
Got nothin’ to say
Please, don’t preach
Sometimes we can agree
To disagree
My mind’s actin’ like a screen
Don’t wanna say somethin’ unkind I don’t mean
You’re right, it’s true
I don’t make enough time
Just to be with you
Time and again
It’s the same old story
Nothin’ new
We need a little time
To think about nothin’
Nothin’ at all
Let’s go to the river
And listen to the sound
Of the waterfall
It’s time for a change of scene
Don’t wanna say somethin’ unkind I don’t mean
Don’t wanna say somethin’ unkind I don’t mean
500 Miles
If you miss the train I’m on
Then you’ll know I’m gone
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord, I can’t go home this-a-way
This-a-way
This-a-way
This-a-way
This-a-way
Lord, I can’t go home this-a-way
Lord I’m one
Lord I’m two
Lord I’m three
Lord I’m four
Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home
From my home
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from home
If you miss the train I’m on
Then you’ll know I’m gone
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Five hundred miles
Lord, I’m five hundred miles from my home
Yes I'm five hundred miles from my home
Mole In The Ground
Wish I was a mole in the ground
Wish I was a mole in the ground
If I was a mole in the ground
I’d root this mountain down
I wish I was a mole in the ground
I wish I was a tree in the woods
I wish I was a tree in the woods
If I was a tree in the woods
I’d know just where I stood
I wish I was a tree in the woods
I wish I was stone in the rain
Wish I was a stone in the rain
If I was a stone in the rain
I’d feel no pain
I wish I was a stone in the rain
I wish I was a wave on the sea
I wish I was a wave on the sea
If I was a wave on the sea
They’d have no hold on me
I wish I was a wave on the sea
I wish I was a babe in my mama’s arms
I wish I was a babe in my mama’s arms
If I was a babe in my mama’s arms
Nobody’d do me harm
I wish I was a babe in my mama’s arms
I wish I was a tree in the woods
I wish I was a tree in the woods
If I was a tree in the woods
I’d know just where I stood
I wish I was a tree in the woods
I wish I was a mole in the ground
I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I was a mole in the ground
I’d root this mountain down
I wish I was a mole in the ground
I wish I was a mole in the ground
I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I was a mole in the ground
I’d root this mountain down
I wish I was a mole in the ground
Credits:
Eric Bibb - lead vocals, acoustic guitar, 6-string banjo.
Glen Scott - bass, keys, drums, backing vocals.
Olle Linder - drums, acoustic bass.
Johan Lindström - pedal steel, electric guitar.
Christer Lyssarides - electric guitar, mandola.
Esbjörn Hazelius - fiddle, cittern.
Greger Andersson - harp.
Lamine Cissokho - kora, vocals.
Sarah Dawn Finer - vocals.
Rennie Mirro - vocals.
Ulrika Bibb - vocals.
Erik Arvinder - string arrangements.
David Davidson - string arrangements.
Hanna Helgegren - violin.
Sarah Cross - violin.
Christopher Öhman - viola.
Josef Ahlin - cello.
Produced, arranged, mixed & A&R by: Glen Scott
Recorded by: Håkan 'Brollan' Söderström / ELECTROSOUND AB
Mastered by: Larry O'Malley
Venue of Recording: Scala Teatern Stockholm
Management: Repute Artist Management (R.A.M)
PA: Ulrika Bibb
Record Label: Repute Records Ltd under exclusive worldwide license to RHM Linus, LLC. Marketed by Stony Plain Records.
Label Management: SGO Music
Product Management: Agnese Stengrevics & Sophia Ongley
Cover Photography: Leo Ahmed
Artwork Design: Jan Malmstrom
Executive Producer: Jesper Wikstrom
℗ © 2024 Repute Records Ltd under exclusive worldwide license to RHM Linus, LLC. Marketed by Stony Plain Records.