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Step ‘N Blue – Audio samples

Step ‘N Blue – Lyrics

  1. High Steppin’ Time
  2. Do Re Me Blues
  3. Midnight Blues
  4. I Don’t Want You
  5. Southside
  6. Two For The Blues
  7. Badger Blues
  8. Where Do We Go? (Hound Dog)
  9. Stand-In Man

High Steppin’ Time
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

Sunday mornin’ hear you creepin’ in the door
I know your footsteps movin’ round the floor
Shuffle to the bed and you’re actin’ like a clown
You been out knockin’ all around the town

Chorus:

But I don’t worry
No I don’t even mind
But I don’t worry
No I don’t even mind
Cause we all gotta find
A little high-steppin’ time

Well every single day I’m workin’ like a fool
Like to spend some time alone with you
But I know you do a 9 to 5 day
Sometimes you gotta get away

Chorus

Bridge:

I’m tired of hearin’ that I oughta make a fuss
From the boys who say a woman never oughta do that stuff
You spend your whole week doin’ just what they do
You know, you punch your clock and you pay your dues

Six nights in seven we be by each others’ side, baby
Gotta good love that we don’t have to hide
Ain’t no reason that we have to fight
When you say you wanna go out at night

Chorus

Cause we all gotta find
A little high-steppin’ time


Do Re Me Blues
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

I got the time, but I ain’t got the tender
I got the cool, but I ain’t got the cash
I got the brains, but I ain’t got a bankroll
I got the dreams but no do-re-me

I got the blues, I don’t wanna pay no dues
I’m in the red, and I’m singing the blues
I’m singing the blues

I got the head, but I ain’t got no hojo
I got the mojo, but I ain’t got no “Marks”
I got the blueprint, but I ain’t got no boodle
I got the good, but I ain’t got the green

I got the blues, I don’t wanna pay no more dues
I’m in the red, and I’m singing the blues
Singing the blues

I got the deck, but I ain’t got the dollars
I got the looks, but I ain’t got the loot
I got the make, but I ain’t got the money
I got the cover, but I ain’t got the cash

I got the blues, I don’t wanna pay no more dues
Out of the black, into the red, and singing the blues
Out of the black, into the red, and singing the blues
Out of the black, into the red, and singing the blues


Midnight Blues
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

Well, we came here together
But always sleep separately now
That we have gone different ways
Our eyes never cross paths anymore

We don’t talk in bed
We don’t speak at all
We smoke all alone
Our coffee gets cold

We used to laugh with each other
And now we just smile at the thought
What we felt was simple and easy
Today has grown harder to hide

We stand far apart
We move so uneasy
We call in the night
Just sleep ’til its dawn

Bridge:
And now we sing the midnight blues
And now we sing the midnight blues

We always walked arm in arm
But today we keep our hands at our sides
We seem so distant and cool
That we wonder what we were back then

We build up the walls
We keep some things hidden
We sit by the windows
And daydream our Sundays

Bridge (repeat)


I Don’t Want You
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

I don’t want you baby hangin’ round my door
I don’t want you baby hangin’ round my door
So get now baby, don’t hang round here no more

I worked so hard to make that lovin’ go
I worked so hard to make that lovin’ go
It didn’t work out so I’m gettin’ out right now

Well you played your hand, but you didn’t hold no ace
Well you played your hand, but you didn’t hold no ace
So get out now mama, I’m tellin’ you to your face

Well you can call me baby, but I won’t pick up my phone
Well you can call me baby, but I won’t pick up my phone
It’ll keep on ringin’ cause I wanna be left alone

Won’t you send me a card baby when you find a home
Won’t you send me a card baby when you find a home
Well I’ll be glad now baby, cause I’ll know that you is gone


Southside
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

Late night on the south side
Summer heat is coming on
Vapor lamps and headlights
Coupe de Villes, rusted Malibus and ’88s

From Muddy Waters to Hammond
From Calumet to Gary
Pullman to Blue Island
Indiana-Illinois Interchange

Railroads, steel mills, stockyards
They’re all slowed, or cool or gone
Idleness and darkness
Boarded windows, factory gates with locks and chains

Chorus:

And I don’t believe the morning’s come ’cause one man says it’s so
And I don’t believe the answers are so simple that he knows
And I do believe there’s something here worth fighting for
And I do believe these people, they deserve much more than this

Migrants from the old lands
Pushed, or pulled, or purged
Heirs to the survivors
Generations, calloused factory hands

The bones and blood of Africa
Once bought and sold and chained
Freedom from old masters
In the smokestack and a wage

Builders of the New Land
Their children keep the faith
Working-class, blue collar
Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons, now share this fate

Chorus

Spectre of depression
It walks across the skyline
One shift, unemployment
Lay offs and no pay

Chorus

They deserve much more than this…(repeat)


Two For The Blues
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

You say you’re lonely, baby, and you got the blues
Let me tell you that I can sing them too
And I can sing them just as bad
I can feel just as sad
I can sing them just as bad
I can feel just as sad

Refrain:

‘Cause when it comes to the blues
I can sing ’em just like you

You say you need a man to hold you tight
But my bed’s just as cold when I crawl in at night
Yes, I miss your tender touch
I miss you just as much now,
Yeah I miss your tender touch
I miss you just as much

Refrain (2x)

You say it ain’t no good to sit there by the phone
But I hurt just the same, I feel so all alone
I can bleed just like you do, mm hmm
Well, I can feel like you do, yeah
Well I can bleed just like you do
I can feel the same way too, yes I can

Refrain (4x)

Just like you (4x)


Badger Blues
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

Thursday mornin’ workday and I’m drivin’ into town
Come home through the bustle and you know what I found
Thursday mornin’ workday I’m drivin’ into town
6 o’clock I’m home and you know what I found

Pink slip from the boss man settin’ in the mail
Says “we’re trimmin’ the budget, son, it’s your turn to sail
Take a long vacation, and don’t come back in the fall
We won’t need your services, don’t bother with the calls”

Another case of shuffled off and hustled overboard
One more year of scrapin’ by and drivin’ beat-up Fords
Another dose of shuffled off and hustled overboard
Twelve more months of scrapin’ by and fixin’ up the Ford

Laid low and let go, but I sure won’t be undone
I’ve been pushed aside and played with, but never played for dumb
Blowin’ off a bad town, find a way to stay alive
I been scratchin’ like a badger, but I know how to get by

I’m packin’ up my baggage and I’m tearin’ out the phone
Well I’m movin’ to Chicago where I’ll never be alone
I’m packin’ up my suitcase and I’m shuttin’ off the gas
Well I’m goin’ to Chicago and I’m gonna go first class

Gettin’ out of this place, and I’m startin’ out brand new
Well I’m misused and misspent but I ain’t nobody’s fool
I’m movin’ to Chicago, find a way to stay alive
I been scratchin’ like a badger, but I know how to survive


Where Do We Go? (Hound Dog)
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

The ex-G.I. who rides in back
He still carries his wounds and a torture rack
The visions of the V.C. dance in his head
And the blown up bodies, long since dead
The image of a woman he knew back then
And children he ain’t seen since who knows when

Refrain:

It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?

A laid-off worker from Cleveland Steel
He drinks straight whiskey ’til he can’t feel
He talks of the job that he once had
Until the bottom fell out, it all went bad
He hears there’s jobs in the oil fields now
And he thinks he might get on somehow

Refrain

The leather and chain boy at my side
He wears tattoos from his late-night highs
His mama said “I can’t take it no more”
His old man shoved him out the door
He plays his air guitar to his heavy metal chants
And he’s goin’ to live with an Omaha aunt

Refrain

Teenage mother with a child on her lap
Still wears the bruises of a boyfriend’s slaps
She drags each cigarette deep inside
Like a little bit of dyin’ makes her feel alive
She smiles real soft when you play eye games
With the kid who only has her momma’s name

Refrain

Music man in blue disguise
He stares out a window at the Utah sky
Talks of the immigrant blood that flows
In the rivers that form in the mountain snow
Says he can’t figure out why he left town
But he might never find his hallowed ground

Refrain

The old woman dressed in her cotton best
Says she’s lived 50 years in the mountain west
The bankers and the dust rolled over her land
When she moved out there with her wedding man
She’s been back east for her dyin’ son
And she talks of God, and how this life rolls on

Just like a highway dream
Like an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?

Bridge:

St. Paul, Omaha, North Platte, Laramie
Salt Lake, Ogden, and Rupert-Burley
Air Force bases, Mountain Home
It’s a last call for points unknown
Coffee, cigarettes, sweat and booze
Got a black, white, Indian, Greyhound blues

Refrain

Where do we go now? (repeat)


Stand-In Man
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1986 ]

I learned my part baby, yes I learned my lines
But you seldom saw me, though you took my time
But those days are over baby, I don’t play it no more

Chorus:

I won’t be your stand-in man
I won’t be your stand-in man
I won’t be your stand-in man
No I won’t baby

I worked so hard to fit in your dreams
But I never made it in any good love scenes
You cast the others baby but those times have changed

Chorus

I played the no count while they played the leads
I waited for you darling while you did just as you pleased
I was a fool and bitter but now I’ve left town (yes I have)

Chorus

Now I’m a Gable, I’m one o’ them sweet lovin’ men
While you take what comes quickly
And you get just what you can
Some time when you’re desperate baby
Won’t you give me a call?
Give me a call

Chorus

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