51 Phantom


Chris Chew


Luther Dickinson: I rediscovered distortion on 51 Phantom.

51 Phantom
(Dickinson/Chew)
51 phantom, a boolegged man
Known from the hills to the bottomland

Late in the evening, Ďbout this time of night
51 phantom gets to feeliní right.

Memphis to New Orleans the 51 I ride
White lightniní flash across the Mississippi sky

Itís the code of the hills like theyíve never been told
Donít look for me out where the monkey grass grows

On down the levy, Ďround the bend
51 phantom striking again

Just for the rooster crow for day
Had me a howl down the moonshine highway

wooooóoooo-oooooo-wwwooooo-ooooo.

51 phantom, the seventh son
Memphis to New Orleans on the 51

Til I rest my head on the coolin board
51 phantom on up and down the road

woooooooooooooo-ooooooo

(Alternate live lyrics:
From Memphis to New Orleans on the 51
I'm as old as the hills, the hills we run

51 phantom creepin through your town
Might find your woman squeak round

Got your gallop, your monkey grass
Ain't the first time, won't be the last

Mis'sippi moonshine all up in my head
Shotgun and boobytrap livin in my bed

Well, you won't hear me coming in the light of day
But you might hear me howl down the lonesome highway)



Snakes in My Bushes
(Dickinson/Chew)
Snakes in my bushes, hanging down from the trees
Snakes in my bushes, hanging down from the trees
Last snake charmer put them snakes on me.

Snakes in my bushes, spiders climbing up the vine
Snakes in my bushes, spiders climbing up the vine
Snakes run me crazy, murder on my mind.

Steady killing snakes, Iím on a snake killing spree
Steak in the snakes, Iím on a snake killing spree
Find a snake doctor, get them snakes off me!

Dead snake keep liviní til the evening sun go down
Dead snake keep liviní til the evening sun go down
Wonít turn them loose, still theyíre twitchiní Ďround.

Snakes in my pillow, snakes underneath my bed
Snakes in my pillow, snakes underneath my bed
Goiní snake crazy, snakes all in my head.

Sugartown
(Dickinson/Chew)
Here I am in Sugartown
Up on Sugarhill
Gonna shake the sugar down
Cause my sugar-mama will
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it baby, alright.
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it baby, all night.

Poí boy in Sugarland,
Cuttiní down the sugarcane,
If you see me runniní, gonna be a free man.
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it baby, alright.
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it baby, all night.

Went to a sugartree
Shook it with all my might
Said ďwhatís the matter, honey?Ē
You ainít shakiní right
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it baby, alright.
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it baby, all night.

On down to Sugartown
On down to Sugartown

Lord Have Mercy
(Junior Kimbrough)
Luther Dickinson:Lord Have Mercy is a completely live first take.
Oh Lord, oh Lord, have mercy on me
Oh Lord, oh Lord, have mercy on me
Have I done anybody wrong?
I cried, oh Lord, have mercy on me

Used to be a bad boy
Troubles always chasing me
It really got me down
(repeat)

I fell down on my knees
And I cried, oh Lord, have mercy on me

Write to my mama
Mama please maíam deliver me home
Write to my mama the way I feel
The doctor canít do me no good

You out there I believe
And I cry, oh Lord, have mercy on me
Have mercy on me

Storm
(Dickinson/Chew)
Storm is an old song Luther and Cody have played together for years, but the version on 51 Phantom is the first time the Allstars ever played it.
It had been still all day
Not a breeze in the night to blow the heat away
Firefly flashiní electricity in the sky
The outside dogs begin to bark, it be a good night to fly
Do a little a dance in the wind
Thunderís rumbliní again
Stormís come to wash it all away
The stormís a-cominí
Weíll go out and play in the rain, in the rain.

Blind man on a bicycle in the middle of the night
Downhill through the woods he rides guided by the light
He can taste the rain and smell the changes in the air
But he just keeps on rolliní wherever he falls will be there.
Do a little a dance in the wind
Thunderís rumbliní again
Stormís a-cominí to wash it all away
The stormís a-cominí
Weíll go out and play in the rain, in the rain.

Do a little a dance in the wind
Thunderís rumbliní again
Stormís a-cominí to wash it all away
The stormís a-cominí
Weíll go out and play in the rain, in the rain.

Freedom Highway
(Roebuck "Pop" Staples)
Marching on the freedom highway
Marching each and every day
Marching on the freedom highway
Marching each and every day

I made up my mind, and I wonít turn around
I made up my mind, and I wonít turn around

There is just one thing that I canít understand about friends
Why some folks think freedom is not designed for all men
There are so many people living their lives perplexed
Wondering in their minds whatís gonna happen next

Chorus

Found dead people in the forest(Alternate lyrics: You got your brothers and your sisters in the choir room)
Tallahatchie river and lakes
The whole wide world is wonderiní whatís wrong with the United States
Yes we want peace if it can be found
Weíre gonna stay freedom highway, weíre not gonna turn around
And do you (do you) do you think I voted for the right man
Who said we will over come
I march the freedom highway until the day is done

Chorus

Iím gonna keep on marching on the freedom highway
And Iím not gonna turn around


Circle in the Sky
(Dickinson/Chew)
Circle round the sun, my time has come
Circle round the sun
My time has come, circle round the sun
Time has come, round the sun

Circle round the moon, somethingís coming soon
Circle round the moon
Somethingí coming soon, circle round the moon
Coming soon, round the moon

Circle in the sky, take me home or high
Circle in the sky
Take me home or high, circle in the sky
Home or high, in the sky

Ship
(Dickinson/Chew)
Luther and Chris wrote Ship on the road.
Waitin for my ship (waitin for my ship)
Waitin for my ship (waitin for my ship)
to come in, yes, lord, to come in
Waitin for my ship to come in

Iím gonna keep on walking (keep on walking)
Keep on walking (keep on walking)
Gonna walk Ďtil I reach the shore

And when I reach (reach the shore)
And when I reach (reach the shore)
Lord I ainít gonna walk no more

I see it coming (sailing in)
I see it coming (sailing in)
Sailing in, yes, lord, sailing in

Open up the door (come on in)
Open up the door (come on in)
Iím coming in, yes, lord, Iím coming in

Iím gonna step aboard (step aboard)
Iím gonna step aboard (step aboard)
And I ainít gonna worry no more

Theyíll be no more trials and tribulations when I step aboard
No more trials and tribulations when I step aboard
No more trials and tribulations when I step aboard
When that great great ship comes in

Be singing and dancing (sing and dancing)
Singing and dancing (sing and dancing)
When that great great ship comes in

So satisfied (Iím satisfied)
Iím satisfied (so satisfied)
When that great great ship comes in

(repeat)

Leaviní
(Dickinson/Chew)
Leavin' and Up Over Yonder are Luther's favorite songs off of 51 Phantom
When the evening sun goes down
I'm going to ball you baby, and ramble on
Donít you let my leavin grieve you
When it comes to rambling, lord, Iím natural born
Donít let my leaviní grieve you

Donít know where Iím headed
Donít remember where Iím from
Only when they lay me down will I feel at home
Donít let my leaviní grieve you

Ten thousand women came from the east and the west
To the burial ground as I got my rest
"Low down, good for nothin'" she said in her Sunday dress
But when it comes to rambliní yonder lies the best

Donít let my leaviní grieve you

When the evening sun goes down
Iím bound to ramble on

Up Over Yonder
(Dickinson/Chew)
Headed out walkiní, nobody by my side
You see me allow me to pass on by
Pass on by, pass on by, headed out walkiní
Head up over yonder, head up over yonder

Biding my time Ďtil the sweet by and by
We all meet again at the home on high
Home on high, sweet by and by we all meet again
Head up over yonder, head up over yonder

My time along, got to travel on
Donít ask me to stay, Iím goiní home
Goiní home, Iím goiní home, my time along got to move
Head up over yonder, head up over yonder

Mud (Mississippi Mud)
(Cody Dickinson)
Cody Dickinson: Yeah, ďMudĒ is my fault.

Memphis, Tennessee is where I was born
Mississippi is where I was grown
into a man age 25
Jumpiní in the mud, glad to be alive

(Alternate live lyrics:
Well back on the farm where I was born
My barnyard where I was grown
Out in the country down in the sticks
Jumpiní in the mud I would get my kicks)


Beat yoí feet(s) in the Mississippi mud! (4x)

Well if you donít know I ainít gonna tell ya
Well if you donít know I ainít gonna tell ya
From now on your such a fellow
Beat yoí feet(s) in the Mississippi mud! (8x)

Iím in the mud and the mudís in me. (10x)

Well if you donít know I ainít gonna tell ya
From now on your such a fellow
Words donít count in a time like this
Now you know just what Iím talkiní about.

Beat yoí feet(s) in the Mississippi mud! (8x)