I own 17 James Brown albumns in my lifetime and consider him the absolute best Soul Singer of all time.
please, please, please, please,
please, please,please, please,
Baby, please, don't go, oh, oh,
I love you so,
Oh, Godfather of Soul
You make a broken woman feel whole
Cause, you'd tell her
She made you feel good
like you knew she would
And you'd break out in a cold sweat
the nearer she'd get
You, know you made her up tight,
Ooh, You know you're Out of Sight!
And if I ever start to nag
Why Pappa, you'd just get a brand new bag
You were the hardest working man in showbusiness
before Michael Jackson could even get a witness
Honey, you said it, "this is a Man's world
but it would't be nothing without a woman or a girl"
Oh dance away with those rubber legs
let your audience scream and beg
you entertained us with every breath
You can't even rest in death
Because you were born to entertain
you were made to dance and sing
so keep on with that life- filled flame
slide, do splits and thrill them again
Keep those boots jiving James
No one elses can claim your fame.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 02:02
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Keep Those Boots Jivin James (A Tribute to James Brown)
Please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please,
please, please,please, please,
Baby, please, don't go, oh, oh,
I love you so,
Oh, Godfather of Soul
You make a broken woman feel whole
Cause, you'd tell her
She made you feel good
like you knew she would
And you'd break out in a cold sweat
the nearer she'd get
You, know you made her up tight,
Ooh, You know you're Out of Sight!
And if I ever start to nag
Why Pappa, you'd just get a brand new bag
You were the hardest working man in showbusiness
before Michael Jackson could even get a witness
Honey, you said it, "this is a Man's world
but it would't be nothing without a woman or a girl"
Oh dance away with those rubber legs
let your audience scream and beg
you entertained us with every breath
You can't even rest in death
Because you were born to entertain
you were made to dance and sing
so keep on with that life- filled flame
slide, do splits and thrill them again
Keep those boots jiving James
No one elses can claim your fame.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 02:02
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