Cry For Home lyrics - Chris Rea

I was born on the river road, I swear that’s all I know
I was free with no heavy load, choose any way I go
I was free with my head up high, a prince in
my land of home
But the devil’s come and take me out, chain me to my
broken bones
Come on
Cry
Come on cry for home

My princess she was taken too
But I don’t know where she go
My princess she was taken too
But I don’t know where she go
Now I’m beat up with a broken soul
I can’t choose nothin’ no more
Come on, cry
Come on, cry, cry, cry for home …

Now I’m the captain of your bullwhip
Now, don’t you try to cross me …
See how this leather’s shining
Now you forget about being free ...
You’re going to end up one more black slave
Left out on the open sea
Come on cry for home
Cry for home

Don’t know where I’m going to, chains on my bleeding bones
Don’t know where I’m going to, chains on my bleeding bones
I hear my love in the stinking dark
I hear her scream and moan
Captain said it’s just one more black slave
Who cries for home

Yeah, cry for home, come on and cry for home

The King Who Sold His Own lyrics - Chris Rea

One thousand stories, one thousand years
Each song it goes from hand to hand
They tell of kings, they sing of war
And the news of far off distant lands

They sing of how the blues came to be
Their own king sold them into slavery
The sad chords melt
Where the sadness came to be
When their own king sold them
Into slavery

One thousand stories, one thousand years
The truth of guilt and shame
But a king who sold his people out
To a world of whips and chains
The sound of pain the smell of fear
A treason born in hell
The king who sold his people out
It’s a song they know so well

Cross the music, as you cross the sea
Cross your loved ones broken bones
Cos forever never to be free
Oh the king who sold his own …
Oh the king who sold his own …

White Man Coming lyrics - Chris Rea


White man coming, steal our freedom,
Take us to lands far away
He bring pain
And he bring fear now
Misery 'til your dying day

White man coming

Well they load up, by the water
Whip me hard
And chain me down
Oh … hell now, for your lifetime sure is
where we are bound

Oh, white man coming

Now you know your life is over
Its become just a hell in chains
Dignity is lying bleeding
Until nothing else remains

White man coming

Cry for your sister, cry to …
cry for your mother, cry for the one you love
See you running, see me running too
White man coming, for me and you

White man coming

Where The Blues Come From lyrics - Chris Rea

When a griot sings his perfect song
I found the place where I belong
What the griot sings I recognise
That soulful tune that made me cry
The story born inside his song
I finally found
Where the blues came from

His music came from a distant land
It moved and changed
With the desert sand
Upon the shores of hell his music froze
And came to be what we all now know
Where the blues come from

A wise old man he told me this
Where the pain you feel
And the music kiss
Melted down into a devil’s brew
The sadness came and she turned it blue
When you’re lonely
You will know this song
When it hurts so deep
And stays so long
Though its dark you know
Where you belong
Then you will know
Where the blues come from

Lord Tell Me It Won't Be Long lyrics - Chris Rea

Oh Lord, tell me it won’t be long

I’ll take this pain, but tell me it won’t be long
Oh Lord please tell me it won’t be long

Oh they say the Lord is waiting
And I try to do no wrong
And the tears we cry will all run dry
On the other side they’ll be gone

Oh Lord tell me it won’t be long

Work Gang lyrics - Chris Rea

Well you chop the wood, you bring the hammer down
But when your work is done,well you’re
chained and bound
You get up next day, with your aching pain
Well you take the whip
And you start again

Now you’re long gone, where you came from
It’s the same song from way back home

Days are so long, pray to someone
Maybe white god
Will take us home …

Now you’re long gone …
Your hear the sound in church
Hear the white folks sing
Maybe some sweet day
You hear them church bells ring
And your chains will break
And the pain be gone
See me dancing on a Sunday
To a freedom song

Yeah, you’re long gone,where you came from
It’s the same song
From way back home

Days are so long
Pray to someone
Maybe white god
Will take us home

Days are so long
Pray to someone
Maybe white god
Will take us home …

Yeah you’re long gone …

Praise The Lord lyrics - Chris Rea

Well I’m talking with my brother,
I’m talking with my brother
I say what’s going on?
What a strange kind of music
Where’s it coming from?
Well, they sing it in the churches
They sing that Jesus saves
Oh they sing about the Holy Land
While they beat up on their slaves

Singing praise the Lord
Well I got to know this Jesus
I got to find out what he do
If you keep them in fine house
Maybe they’ll sing for me and you
Singing praise the Lord
Learn the rules of sin
Praise the Lord
Maybe he’ll let us in
Singing praise the chance
This could all be true
Well there’s nothing to lose
For me and you
So praise the Lord

Sweet Sunday lyrics - Chris Rea

We get up early in the morning
Work our skin down to the bone
But whenever I hear that singing
I know that one day I’ll get home
Oh the rhythm that I’m feeling
Seems to say something good to me
Oh on Monday, through the weekday
But then Sunday sets us free

Oh Sunday, sweet Sunday
When I lay my body down
Oh Sunday,my only one day
With a new love that I found
Sit by the water and watch the big tree
In the cool breeze gently sway
Til the day that we get free,well
We’ll always love
Our sweet Sunday

Sweet Sunday

I go to church with my mother
I see the girl that I would love
Maybe one day she’ll turn and smile at me
This is what I ask the Lord above
Oh when a singing
When it’s over maybe I’ll take her
Back to her home
Talk and laugh 'til night comes calling
Then I’ll go back on my own

Sweet Sunday

I got no money to buy her new shoes
But Lord please listen what I say
Help me through this 'til I’m a free man
And get sweet Sunday every day

Sweet Sunday, sweet Sunday

Sing Out The Devil lyrics - Chris Rea

Sing out the Devil, take him, shake him down
Sing out the Devil 'til he hits the ground
Sing out the Devil

Cut him out
Cut him clean
Cos there’s only ever bad blood where he just been
Sing out the Devil, shake him down
Sing out the Devil 'til he hits the ground

Sing out the Devil

Oh I’m crying to the Lord above
Oh I’m crying Lord above
Don’t you feel my fear?
You’ve got to help me
When Satan comes near

Sing out the Devil

Can you hear me, can you hear me
Oh I’m crying, yeah I’m crying
Sing out the Devil, yeah, sing out the Devil
Come on
Sing out the Devil

Boss Man Cut My Chains lyrics - Chris Rea

Well the boss man cut my chains and set me free
Now I don’t know, I don’t know what will come of me
I don’t know nothing except the way I live …
Now the boss man cut my chains
And set me free

My father was a working slave
Just like me
You learn to keep your head down
Don’t look to see
What’s going on all around you
All my life been that way
Now the boss man cut my chains
And he walk away

Now I can’t write and I can’t read
I have no school
And here I’m standing in the world
Like a worn out mule
I don’t know what is going to come now
Or what will be
Well now the boss man cut my chains
Says him free

What can I do
What’s going to become of me?
I don’t know nothing
Except these working fields I see
Oh now I’m standing on the outside
With a fear inside me
Now the boss man cut my chains
And said I’m free

Walkin' Country Blues lyrics - Chris Rea

Well, I'm looking for the boss man
Maybe give some work to me
Yeah, I'm looking for the boss man
Maybe give some work to me
Trouble is I keep finding
They want you to work for free
Keep on walking, keep on walking country blues

I got two strong arms, mister
They won't let you down
I got two strong arms, mister
They won't let you down
But the boss man say, ain't no work around
Gotta keep on walking
Keep on walking country blues

Well, papa was a slave, it was all he ever knew
Well, papa was a slave, it was all he ever knew
They tell me that I'm free
But I ain't got no work to do
Keep on walking
Keep on walking country blues

Man Gone Missing lyrics - Chris Rea

Man gone missing
Let the good Lord above rest his soul
Man gone missing
Let the good Lord above rest his soul

Did he runaway or did they kill him
Seems nobody knows

Man gone missing
Hell dogs barking loud all through the night
Man gone missing
Hear those hell dogs barking loud all through the night
I swear I hear him screaming
I swear I hear him fight

Man gone missing
There's an empty place in the field
at the break of the day
Man gone missing
There's an empty place in the field
at the break of the day
What happened to him last night?
Nobody say
Man gone missing

Can't Stay Blues lyrics - Chris Rea

You know I love you Mama
You know I do
I'll always love you Mama
But I've got the can't stay blues
I don't know what it is
That keeps driving me on
I don't know what it is
That keeps driving me on
Something burns inside me when I'm not moving on
I can't stay

Oh I hear a voice inside my soul
And I hear what it says
Oh I've got to be moving
at the break of day
I can't stay

Something calling out to me
on the other side of that door
No matter how far I go
My soul cries out for more
I can't stay
I've got the can't stay blues

KKK Blues lyrics - Chris Rea

I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I got to move away
I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I got to move away
I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I got to move away
I got a fear inside me
Call it the KKK

Well they beat up my woman
Found her lying in a field of hay
Well they beat up my woman
Found her lying in a field of hay
They sent a posse out
But the posse
They all in the KKK

Well there's a mess upon the ground there
My brother hanging from a tree
Well there's a mess upon the ground there
My brother hanging from a tree
I got to move away, so fast
Cos the KKK gonna get me

Too Much Drinkin' lyrics - Chris Rea

I went down to the juke joint
See what I could find
I went down to the juke joint
See what I could find
Well I lost all my money
Too much drinking on my mind
There was a girl down from Jackson
Oh my she looked fine
Yeah there was a girl down from Jackson
Oh my how she looked so fine
She took off with all that I had
Too much drinking on my mind

Now I'm laid out in a jailhouse
But I did not do no crime
Now I'm laid out in a jailhouse
But I did not do no crime
Where I was I don't remember
Too much drinking on my mind
Yeah, they fixed me up real good
Yeah, they fixed me up real fine
I could not think of no alibi
Cos too much drinking on my mind