Stock Music track: Chasin' Jeannie Around

Smoking clean guitar sound and funky organ highlight this sordid blues about a regular guy and his lusty, unrequited desire for a stripper. Guitar and organ trade smoldering solos. T11709 17.95 55.95

Track details

Track ID number: 11709
Genres: Vocal Blues / Southern -- Blues & Southern Rock
Moods/Emotions: Regret / Painful / Bitter / Angsty -- Cool / Funky / Strutting -- Sexy / Flirtatious / Erotic
Suggested Production Types: Historical / Retro: 1970's -- Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Historical / Retro: 1950's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar
Prominent Instruments: Drums (Drum Kit) -- Guitar (Electric) -- Organ -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics
Keywords / Hints: Blues, guitar, organ, sex, stripper
Tempo feel: Slow
Tempo Beats Per Minute: 101
Artist: Buddy Moncrief
Composer: Buddy Moncrief (BMI)
Publisher: Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI)
SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): Buddy Moncrief
PRO / Non-PRO Track? PRO (What's this?)
WAV file bit depth: CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?)
Stem files available for this track: No
Lyrics: It’s gettin’ old chasin’ Jeannie round
It’s gettin’ old chasin’ Jeannie round
The bartender tells me she’s confused right now
As she climbs a pole and she circles on down

And one of these days
I’m gonna take that girl by the hand
And tell her exactly how I feel, like this;
“I will love and shelter you
And when you hurt
I will heal with a kiss”

But until then, I’ll have to say it again

It’s gettin’ old chasin’ Jeannie round
It’s gettin’ old chasin’ Jeannie round

Jeannie tells me she’s happy to see me tonight
Jeannie says, “Sweetie I know what you like”
And as I reach into my pocket
And pull out another bill
She reaches into my heart and pulls out my pride
She walks away without looking back
I sit and wonder what I lack

I wonder why she wears black

It’s gettin’ old
It’s gettin’ old
It’s gettin’ old
Album containing this track: (None)
About the Artist
Buddy Moncrief Buddy Moncrief

Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.

On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.