1.  Get To Gettin'  (Price)

Get to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Get to gettin', get to gettin'
Take your baby home, pet her an' put her in bed

Get to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Get to gettin', get to gettin'
Take your baby home , pet her an' put her in the bed
Don't give me no trouble woman
Ya heard just what I said

Don't talk about that baby
'Cause you know just what I'll do
Don't talk about that baby
'Cause you know just what I'll do
I'll grab you woman, 'an do the mess-around with you

Get to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Take your baby home, pet her an' put her in bed 

Get to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Take you baby home, pet her an' put her in bed
Don't give me no trouble woman
You heard just what I said

(Get to gettin') 

(Just gettin')

(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')

Don't tell me baby, was your cousin on the telephone
Don't tell me baby, was your cousin on the telephone
Well I know you lyin', 'cause yours been dead 'long time

(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')

It's you Hey!

2.  My Mind Is Trying To Leave Me  (Albert Collins)

I went to breakfast this mo'nin, down to the corner bar
I thought I heard my baby call my name, an' it came from so far
I started runnin' an' answerin', like a crazy fool would do
Aha, ya' see, my woman gone away an' left me
An' now my mind is tryin' to leave me too

Now my friend stepped out the bar
An' stopped me an' offered me a drink 
I went in an' had a double
An' I began to think  about my baby
Aha, like a crazy fool would do
You see, my woman gone away an' left me
An' now my mind is tryin' to leave me too

Oh! 

(Sax Solo by Abb Locke)

Ha-ah, I went into the barber shop an' ordered ham an' eggs
An each barber gave me fifty cent
They thought I was tryin' to beg
An' I started cryin' like a baby (like a baby, ha)
Like any fool would do
You see my woman gone away an' left me
An' now my mind is tryin' to leave me, too

3.  Broke  (Albert Collins)

I used to be a big shot long ago 
I had a Cadillac an' a whole lotta dough
Real fine women used to chase me down
Now, not one-a those gals can be found
They're never home whenever I call
Don't seem to want me around at all

I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke
Stone-cold broke, I ain't got a lousey dime

Went to a nightclub an' had my fun
Shuckin' an' jivin' wit' ev'ryone
Drinkin' that beer an' gin an' wine
Boy, I'm tellin' ya I had a good time
When I got home I didn't have no loot
Had to go down an' pawn my suit

I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke (ha-ha)
Stone-cold broke, I ain't got a lousey dime 

Now, I'm a low-down dirty bum
Right back where I started from
I got no car, I got no gal
I ain't even got a pal
Huffin' an' puffin' can't raise a cent
Put me out, I can't pay my rent

I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke, I'm broke
Stone-cold broke, I ain't got a lousey dime

Spoken:

"Damn, I'm broke man, I got no damn money" 
"What n' the hell am I gonna do now?"
"Oh hey, Jim, what's happenin' man?"
"Oh man, I'm sure glad to see you!"
"Yeah, I know I owe you twenty dollars man,

But you know hey, look it

"Well you know they picked up my car up this mornin'?"
"What?" (hm, a-ha)
"You know they say a man ain't suppose to cry?"
"Man, I'm gonna tell ya, you know that they didn't lie"
"Ay, I, I, I'm broke man, I swear I'm broke"
"Ha, I ain't had, man I ain't got it, I got about two dollars, man that's it"
"Ha, swear I'm broke man"
"Hm yeah, yeah I'm broke, yeah"

FADES-
"Trust me I'm broke, man, yeah I am"

4.  Don't Lose Your Cool  (Albert Collins)

(All Instrumental)

5.  When A Guitar Plays The Blues  (Albert Collins)

You get the strangest kinda feelin'
That's when the guitar plays the blues
I say, you get the strangest kinda feelin'
That's when a guitar plays the blues
Your body gets the message
And you know, you know, your soul has just got to move

You might even bat your eye
You might even snap or cry
The feelin' you're feelin' within you babe
You know you just can't hide

You're kinda strokin' like that
You're kinda bendin' like this
And it reaches down inside you
And your soul just can't resist

You get that same kinda feelin'
When the guitar plays the blues
Your body sure gets the message
Yes, you know, you know, your soul has just got to move

(Instrumental & guitar solo)

And when the music is over
And it's time to turn out the lights
You know the blues goes home with ya'
Soothes you through the night

You get that strange kinda feelin'
When the guitar plays the blues
Your body gets the message
And you know, you know, you know
Your soul has just got to move

(Instrumental & guitar solo to end)

6.  ...But I Was Cool  (Albert Collins) 

I always live by the golden rule 
Whatever happens, ha, don't blow your cool!
You gotta have nerves of steel
And never show folks how you honestly feel

I lived all my life this way, ha
For example, take yesterday:

I breeze home happy bringin' her my pay
Her note read ...so long Saavy, I haven't gone away!
An I threw myself down across our empty bed
An this is what I said:

Ooo shhhhiiiii ooow ooow ooow 
What? Oh what are you gonna do with me?
Ooo wow uh
But I was cool!

So I "one for the roaded" at a all night bar
I wound up so loaded, I tore up my car
The judge threw the book at me,
An when I read, the sentence there, I said:

"Oow! Please oooow ooow, please I got to know, I got to know
What? what went wrong? 
I, I don't underst... I oh a,
But I was cool! 

(Instrumental & guitar solo)

So I said she's the only one, that I have to pay
And I found her an pulled my gun, an fired point blank
The shot whistled right past that woman's head
An I killed my hound dog, dead!

Oooooow, ruff ruff, rrr, rrr, rrr, rur, rur, rur
As they carried me away
I was overheard to say,
"Be cool, be cool, stay cool, be cool!

7.  Melt Down   (Albert Collins)

(All Instrumental)

8.  Ego Trip  (Albert Collins)
Arrangement by Casey Jones (drums & vocal)
(Solo sax by Abb Locke)

Tryin' to tell you baby about your trip
Ev'rytime I talk to ya baby, Lord, you give me that lip
I know what you mean, baby yeah, about your past
Ev'rytime I talk to you baby yeah, you ain't got no class

(You're on an ego trip)
(You're on an ego trip)
(You're on an ego trip)
(You're on an ego trip)

Ow!
Take ya downtown, to get me a pair of shoes
Come back home girl, Lord, talkin' like a fool
Sometime baby, yeah, you don't have no class
Cheap old talkin' girl, Lord, I'm gonna get on your ass

(You're on an ego trip) ha
(You're on an ego trip)
(You're on an ego trip)
(You're on an ego trip) yeah, yeah

(Sax Solo by Abb Locke)

Ow!
I been knowin' about your trip baby, yeah
It come to pass
Ev'ry time I talk to you baby, Lord
You give me that mess

(You're on an ego trip) ha
(You're on an ego trip) that girl 
(You're on an ego trip) yeah
(You're on an ego trip) 

Spoken:

"You got that old ego goin' on"
"Gotta school you next week"
"An' I told you to get yourself together now"
"So you can get me them shoes"
"Ya ain't come back with 'em yet"
FADES-
"What?"
"I told you 'bout that talkin' back"
"What?"

9.  Quicksand  (Albert Collins)

They tell me love is like quicksand
Can't stop when you're sinkin' down
Tell me love is like quicksand
You can't stop when you're sinkin' down
My gal lead me down to the suction
And I know I just can't turn around

She's a hard-headed woman, an' she always treat me wrong
She's a hard-headed woman, an' she always treat me wrong
She treat me so bad, that's when she make me weep an' moan
Hey!

(A.C. Reed- tenor sax solo)
( Dino Spell- alto sax solo)

She's a hard-headed woman, she always treat me wrong
I'm sick an' down baby, 'cause you always treat me wrong
My handle raised for help
Won't you listen to me weep an' moan?

Hey!