Story Behind The Song
Let's put it this way, all of my lyrics are autobiographical. I'm the sap that hands money over to panhandlers, trusts business partners in shady deals and loves without getting anything back.
Song Description
Same as above but you may want to note that there are no loops or sequences - just humans playing and singing.
Song Length |
4:48 |
Genre |
Blues - Chicago, Blues - Rock |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful, Amiable |
Subject |
Gambling, Fools |
Similar Artists |
Buddy Guy, Junior Wells |
Language |
English |
Era |
1970 - 1979 |
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Lyrics
Every time I'm in the city, woman asks me for a loan,
Says her baby needs diapers and the kids are home alone,
Don't ask me why I believe her, 'cause I suspect that little girl she done me wrong.
Went in business with my buddy, thought I make me a million bucks,
He said, "Man let me hold the money, while I go and get the stuff",
Don't ask me why I believed him, I thought his word would be enough.
My momma said to me,
All Heart, No Brains, ooooo
All Heart, No Brains, ooooo
Sometimes, I doubt you'd have sense enough to come in outta the rain.
Told this beauty that I loved her, she said boy don't waste your time,
But I was sure if I waited, I knew that I could make her mine,
It's been ten year's steady waiting, guess it's time I moved on down the line.
All Heart, No Brains, ooooo
All Heart, No Brains, ooooo
Well I guess she's got a point now,
But next time, I'd probably do the same.
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