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It’s The Slide Of Your Size
REGGIE MILES © 2008
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
Ain’t no need to get jealous of the other guy’s
Boys you better get hip to this tip to the wise
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
A long time ago it used to be slick
To walk real soft and carry a big stick
But I’m here to remind all you big stick guys
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
All you misters have heard sisters testify
It ain’t the meat it’s the motion that satisfies
I’d like to confirm that notion and dispel the lies
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
All you hicks diggin’ me pick my licks
The way that I slip and glide
If you want all the girls to roll their eyes
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
All you boys, makin’ all that noise
I hope you now realize
Don’t apologize for your merchandise
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
If you listen to the words of this simple song
You’ll know it don’t matter if your length ain’t long
Yes, I may be wrong, but I surmise
It’s not the size of your slide, it’s the slide of your size
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Katrina Blues
06:53
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Katrina Blues Reggie Miles © 2008
I’m in Mississippi
Mud all in my shoes
My gal’s in Louisiana
Got them high water blues
And I got nuthin’ left to lose
I got them high water blues
Hard times here
My house has washed away
I’m sittin’ here prayin’
For a sunny day
And now I’m cryin’ every day
My house has washed away
That river levee
She’s long and tall
Katrina came to visit
She made that levee fall
And now there’s nuthin’ left at all
She made that levee fall
The mayor said
Move to higher ground
But there ain’t no hills
For miles around
There ain’t no hills to be found
In this old Delta town
Sittin’ here moanin’
‘Bout this hurricane
Times like these
‘Ll drive a man insane
And it’s a cryin’ shame
About that hurricane
Katrina Katrina
You've got to go
Your sister Rita's
Knockin on my door
And now you've got to go
Cause Rita's at my front door
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The Devil
06:59
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The Devil by Reggie Miles © 2008
He’s known as Satan, Gozer, Beelzebub,
Old Scratch and Shiva he’s been dubbed.
Any of the above will do.
Just call his name and he will come to you.
So, from the darkest depths inside my soul,
I called up the devil way down below,
And the demon screamed a fearsome growl,
So I set him loose just to hear him howl.
He said, “Son, I’ve met your kind before.
You’re always a knockin’ on my door,
Hopin’ you’ll find in my pit of fire,
Somethin’ to fulfill your every desire.”
“And I’ve always been there with open arms,
Willing to share my many charms,
Wanting to satisfy all your needs,
Your deepest hunger for violence and greed.”
“I’m experienced and have the skill,
To grant your every wish at will.
Just name your poison. What’ll it be?
Fame, wealth, power, or all three?”
“Or do you want eternal life,
An end to war, pain, and strife?
Youth, health, or endless bliss,
I can give you all of this.”
“It’s an easy enough thing to do.
Soon all your worries will be through.
Come on down with me to my fiery crib.
Don’t forget to pack your asbestos bib.”
“Cuz gluttony’s no sin to me.
Will that be Southern deep-fried, or extra crispy?
Charbroiled, or barbecued with plenty of fat?
Wanna try some o’ my guilt free hot sauce with that?”
“Pills, I’ve got plenty, to cure all your ills,
Uppers and downers for all of your thrills,
Drink, enough to quench any thirst,
Gamblin’ and lust, I’ve got the best of the worst.”
“Have you made up your mind, or, shall I tell you more?
You’ll have a great time! There’re parties galore!
Every hate, crime, and fear
We’ve got it all, wall to wall, right here!”
“You’ve but to ask, no need to yearn.
I’ll need just one thing in return.
To remove your name from Heaven’s roll,
You’ll have to pledge to me your soul.”
“There’s no need to worry your pretty head,
With pointless thoughts of doubt, or dread.
Just sign along the dotted line,
And everything will all be fine.”
“Yes, I was there in the garden with Adam and Eve.
I opened her eyes and made her believe.
And I’ll make a believer out of you too.
Just call my name and I will come to you.”
“Just call my name
And I will come to you.”
“Just call my name.”
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Hands Full Of Blues
04:52
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Hands Full Of Blues By Reggie Miles © 2008 All rights reserved
Gotta heart full of heartache, since you said goodbye
Gotta life full of troubles, and a worriful mind
I gotta pocket full of dreams, and my eyes full of tears
Had my hands full of blues for years
Got ears full of lies, mirrors full of looks
Gotta a voice full of song, a song ful of hooks
Got stories full of rumors, thoughts full of rhymes
‘Bout scratchin’ for a hat full of nickels and dimes
Nights full of tossin’ and turnin’ in bed
Dreams full of nightmares, days full of dread
Gotta mind full of mis’ry, and a head full of fears
Had my hands full of blues for years
Gotta past full of memories I’d like to forget
A future full of mistakes I ain’t made yet
Gotta road full of hazard, a path full of turns
Foot full of lead and a tank full to burn
Gotta motor full of muscle, my tranny's full of gears
Had my hands full of blues for years
I gotta pipe full of crack, a bowl full of weed
Gotta vein full of smack, a spoon full of speed
Gotta bag full of pills, a needle full of meth
Gotta clip full of bullets, a barrel full of death
Gotta belly full of whiskey to ease the pain
A nose full of cocaine drivin’ me insane
Gotta bottle full of courage, my fridge full of beers
Had my hands full of blues for years
Gotta court full of judges, a jury full of peers
Had my hands full of blues for years
Got lips full of guilt, questions full of whys
Gotta sigh full of sorrow, a tongue full of sighs
Gotta soul full of thirst as last call draws near
Had my hands full of blues for years
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Reggie Miles Seattle, Washington
A Folk/Blues artist from the US Pacific Northwest
A Songwriter, Singer, Storyteller, Slide Guitarist &
Sawplayer
Earthy vocals, resophonic guitar bottleneckin’ and the rhythmic moans of harmonica combine while foot stompin’ abounds.
Turns recycled trash into "Nobro" resophonic guitars.
An award winning songwriter, composer, recording and performance artist
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