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The Catfish Nightmare Blues
Words and music by Gordon McLeod August 8 2009 © 2009
Late last night I went to bed
I pulled those covers over my head
Fell asleep like I was dead, but my sleep was interrupted.
I dreamt a dream that terrorized
Long slimy whiskers, buggy eyes,
A gaping mouth of awful size, made me so disgusted.
O Lawdy Lawdy, Daddy G
Get that catfish ‘way from me
Can’t you see he’s scarin’ me and he’ll disturb my snooze.
Hey there Daddy, Daddy G
Get that catfish ‘way from me
Ain’t you got the sense to see I got the catfish nightmare blues.
It’s all because my Daddy G
Felt the time was right for me
To see things I’m too young to see that lurk there in the deep.
He took me to the fishin’ hole,
The water boiled, the catfish rolled,
Scared me so now bless my soul I see catfish in my sleep
O Lawdy Lawdy, Daddy G,
Get that catfish ‘way from me
Can’t you see he’s scarin’ me and he’ll disturb my snooze.
Hey there Daddy, Daddy G
Get that catfish ‘way from me
Ain’t you got the sense to see I got the catfish nightmare blues
O do you think that I’m immune
From the terrors of cartoons?
Big o’l heads like ripe balloons freak my little mind.
It’s bad enough I know they’re there
Without you draggin’ them up here
Make me soil my underwear and old before my time.
O Lawdy Lawdy, Daddy G,
Get that catfish ‘way from me
Can’t you see he’s scarin’ me and he’ll disturb my snooze.
Hey there Daddy, Daddy G
Get that catfish ‘way from me
Ain’t you got the sense to see I got the catfish nightmare blues
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Swingin' Csardas
03:28
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Norma
03:10
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Little Cutie
03:04
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Little Cutie Gordon McLeod
Don’t you know that you’re my Little Cutie?
You’re the one who makes me scream and shout
Spun gold hair and jade eyes …what a beauty
There’s no one like you. .Oooo, you’re so knocked out!
Cutie, when you put your arms around me
You laugh and call me your Daddy G
My heart melts in your hands…can’t you understand
That Cutie, you’re the one for me!
I’m the one that you can always turn to
If you ever need a helping hand
If you ever need a second fiddle
Oh, Cutie, don’t you know that I’m your man
Cutie, when you put your arms around me
You laugh and call me your Daddy G
My heart melts in your hands…can’t you understand
That Cutie, you’re the one for me!
Bridge:
When you fold your arms and push your little lips into that pretty pout
Don’t you know there’s nothing that I can deny you
You’ll always get your way with me , no doubt.
Cutie, when you put your arms around me
You laugh and call me your Daddy G
My heart melts in your hands…can’t you understand
That Cutie, you’re the one for me!
I don’t mean maybe, Cutie you’re the one for me, you’re my baby
Cutie….. you’re the one for … Little Cutie don’t you know that you’re the one for me!
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Tico Tico
03:12
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Morgan Amanda
02:38
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Voodoo Lady
03:33
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Voodoo Lady
Words and Music by Gordon McLeod © 2012
You were born the daughter to a Creole
A voodoo chile down in the Vieux Carre’
Alabaster skin and dark eyes flashin’
Make all the boys jus’ give their heart away
On Rampart you jus’ like de Queen o’ Sheeba
Struttin’ wid da Sheik of Araby
Ain’t nothin’ that’s too good for louis Armstrong
But I swear I thought “That’s just too hot for me!”
Chorus:
Voodoo Lady, you’re so crazy
Tell me how you do dat thing you do
Voodoo Baby, am I crazy
Tell me why I can’t let go of you
Is it love or jus’ you’re voodoo?
Every time I see you it’s New Orleans
Wit you gris gris bags jus’ like Marie Leveaux
Every little secret dat you tell me
Clues me I to how much I don’t know
Voodoo Lady, you’re so crazy
Tell me how you do dat thing you do
Voodoo Lady , am I crazy
Tell me why I can’t let go of you
Is it love or jus’ you’re voodoo, Baby?
Next time I go down to Crescent City
Gonna get my fill of your gris gris
Little magic way down deep inside me
I’m hopin’ that it’s not too hot for me
Voodoo Lady, you’re so crazy
Tell me how you do dat thing you do
Voodoo baby, am I crazy
Tell me why I can’t let go of you
Is it love or jus’ you’re voodoo?
Gris Gris bags all round yo neck, I’m guessin’ dat you messin’ wid da voodoo!
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Django Bells
02:02
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Avalon
02:16
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Pathetique
03:45
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Romance Without Finance
02:48
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Minor Swing
03:11
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Gordon McLeod Garland, Texas
Gordon McLeod goes for the real heart of the tune every time he plays. He draws from eclectic influences including traditional Irish, Django/ Grappelli jazz, Bluegrass, and Americana. While his clear, tuned and powerful sound stands out among fiddle players, Gordon strives to convey more than mere energy, but to get to the essence of the tune and to invoke a range of emotions with his playing. ... more
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