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Steve Miller: The Joker

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Capitol Records
Released: 1973.10.01
Time:
 35:57
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Steve Miller
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.stevemillerband.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2002.09.24
Price in €: 7,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Sugar Babe (Miller) - 4:02
[2] Mary Lou (Hawkins/Magill) - 2:56
[3] Shu Ba da du Ma Ma Ma Ma (Miller) - 5:42
[4] Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash (Calhoun) - 3:22
[5] The Joker (Miller) - 4:26
[6] The Lovin' Cup (Miller) - 2:11
[7] Come on in My Kitchen [live] (Payne) - 4:06
[8] Evil [live] (Miller) - 4:34
[9] Something to Believe In (Miller) - 4:42

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


The Steve Miller Band:
GERALD JOHNSON - Bass
JOHN KING - Drums
STEVE MILLER - Guitar, Harmonics, Vocals
DICKIE THOMPSON - Organ, Clavinet

SNEAKY PETE KLEINOW - Pedal Steel on [9]
LONNIE TURNER - Bass Guitar on [8]

JAY RANELLUCCI - Engineer, Mixing
GREG MACCARTHY - Engineer
GENE HICKS - Assistant Engineer, Mixing, Mixing Assistant
LARRY WALSH - Digital Remastering
NORMAN SEEFF - Design, Photography
JOHN VAN HAMERSVELD - Design
JOHN HOERNLE - Art Direction

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1973 LP Capitol 11235
1973 CD Capitol C2-94445
1973 CS Capitol C4-94445
1991 CS Alliance 94445
1996 CD Alliance 94445
1998 CD JVC 43
1999 CD EMI Records CDP 594445



With The Joker, Steve Miller reached new heights of popularity and commercial success but sank to a level of musical and lyrical banality from which he would not soon recover. This is not to say this is a terrible album, but measured against his classic first five albums, The Joker is very disappointing. While the title track is a catchy piece of fluff that hit the number one spot on the singles charts, most of the tracks on this recording sound like filler. "Mary Lou" is a cover of an old Ronnie Hawkins song; "Your Cash Ain't Nothin' but Trash" is a '50s doo wop song by the Clovers, and "Come on in My Kitchen" is the oft-recorded Robert Johnson blues song, credited here to Woody Payne (the same songwriting credit given by John Renbourn on his Faro Annie album a year earlier). Even the originals here are based on borrowed ideas. "Sugar Babe" and "Shu Ba Da Du Ma Ma Ma Ma" are pleasant diversions, but as the titles suggest, of very little substance. The album sounds at times like it was recorded in a cave, with the drums sounding like cardboard boxes. This recording reached number two on the album charts on the strength of the single, but for those familiar with Steve Miller's music from 1968-1970, The Joker was little more than trash.

Jim Newsom - All-Music Guide, © 1992 - 2002 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



Schon 1973 resümierte Steve Miller sein Image im Musik-Business: "Some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love." Sein Album The Joker und der Titelsong brachten dem Blues- und Rock-Überflieger mit der permanent relaxten Stimme den endgültigen Durchbruch. Um so willkommener ist es jetzt im Billigregal.

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 L y r i c s


SUGAR BABE

Way down in Alabama
There's a girl just a waitin' for me
She don't have to worry
She don't have to hurry
Lord, I keep her so happy

She's my sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby
Sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby

Lordy, Lordy pretty mama
Yes you're tough enough
Lordy, Lordy mama
Go on and strut your stuff

My sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby
Sugar baby
Sugar baby

You know this love
Is gonna keep on gettin' stronger
You know my love
Is gonna last you longer

Sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby
Sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby

Sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby
Sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby

You know this love
Is gonna keep on gettin' stronger
You know my love
Is gonna last you longer

Sugar baby
Sugar, sugar baby
Sugar baby
Sugar baby


MARY LOU

I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you

She make a young man old
And an old man pay
The way she took my money
Was a crying shame

Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

Put a detective
On her trail
The post office thought
They'd chase her by the mail

She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail

Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

She left Detroit
To go to Kalamazoo
Made her a fortune
Out of fools like you

Met her a rich man
Who was married and had some kids
Stroked that cat
Until he flipped his lid

Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

She came back into town
About a week ago
Told me she's sorry
She had hurt me so

I had a '65 Ford
And a two dollar bill
The way she took that
Lord, it gave me a thrill

Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar


SHU BA DA DU MA MA MA MA

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Yeeaahh

Come on baby
Let's slip away
You know I'm in a hurry
Want to leave right away

Don't make sense
If it ain't the real thing
'Cause nothing but the real thing
Makes my heart sing
Yeeaahh

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Yeeaahh

Come on baby
Now don't be too slow
You know I'm in a hurry
I really do want to go

First you're up
And then you're down
Crazy living
In this old town

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Yeeaahh

Come on baby
Let's slip away
You know I'm in a hurry
Want to leave right away

Don't make sense
If it ain't the real thing
'Cause nothing but the real thing
Makes my heart sing

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma

Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma
Shu ba da du ma ma ma
Yeeaahh


YOUR CASH AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT TRASH

Spoken: Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1). Here we go.
Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy,
but I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more trouble, trials
and tribulations.

One, two, three, hey
Yeah
It's alright
Look here

I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right

She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough

She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And there ain't no need in your hangin' around

Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change

We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed

I was walkin' into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough

I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you ain't lost nothin'
What you cryin' about

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And he took my watch and I passed out

I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk

$20 fine cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
But I'm sure gonna get me some more


THE JOKER

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo

You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run

I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

Wooo Woooo

People keep talking about me baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home

You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you a good time


THE LOVIN' CUP

My mama
She done told me
Soon you be a man
And when you find your own woman
You got to love her the best that you can

Well, if you give your love to somebody
Make sure they don't use you up
And if you get your love in return
Make sure you fill the lovin' cup

Oh, yeah
Uh-huh
La-de-ay

Well, I'm goin' to the country
Mama, don't you want to go
The sun's gonna shine in our back door
I know

Mama
She done told me
Lord, you gonna be a man
And when you find your own woman
Gotta hold to her the best that you can

I'm goin' to the country
Baby don't you want to go
The sun's gonna shine in our back door
And I know

To fill the lovin' cup
Fill the lovin' cup
Fill the lovin' cup
Oh, yeah yeah yeah


COME ON IN MY KITCHEN

Spoken: Thank you.

Woo-hoo
Yeah

You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining, I know
You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining outdoors

The woman I love
Stoled her from a friend
Fool got lucky
Stoled her back again

You better come on into my kitchen, yeah yeah
Because it is going to be raining outdoors
Hey, hey
I said baby
Come on baby, come on
Well, come on mama
Let's have some fun

You better come on baby
Into my kitchen, yeah yeah
Because it is going to be raining outdoors
Hey, hey
Mama yeah
Ooooooo, yeah

Come on baby
Want you to come on baby
Into my kitchen
Yeah, alright
Hey, hey, yeah yeah
Wooooo, yeah yeah

The woman I love
Hey, stole her from a friend (Lord)
The fool done got lucky
Stoled her back again (Oh my)

You better come on baby
Into my kitchen, yeah yeah
Because it is going to be raining outdoors
Hey, hey, hey
Mama yeah
Ooooooo, yeah yeah

Come on baby
Want you to come on baby
Into my kitchen, yeah yeah
Well, alright
Hey, hey, yeah yeah
Wooooo, yeah yeah

Alright
Now come on baby
I said it is all right
Well, you know
I said it is going to be raining outdoors


EVIL

You know
If somebody, somewhere done you wrong
Oh, don't worry about your revenge, no

I said if somebody, somewhere done you wrong
Oh, don't worry about your revenge, no no
'Cause that's when evil
Oh, evil slips on in

Hey, when I first met you baby
You were nothing but a child
When I first met you baby
I used to let you run wild

But somewhere, somehow
Lord, I don't know how
All your goodness
Slipped away

And that's when evil
Yeah
Evil let it stay
Evil let it stay, yeah

Evil's with me in the morning
Evil's with me and I can't get away, no
But there's gonna come a time
Oh, when somebody else is gonna pay
Gonna pay baby


SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

Ooooooooo
Ooooooooo
You give me something to come home to, baby
You give me something to believe in
I know in my heart
You have loved me from the start

Whoa, baby
I know that it's real
I can tell by the way that I feel

Oh
You give me something to believe in
Yes, and you give me something to go on living for
And I know in my heart
You have loved me
From the start

Whoa, baby
I know that it's real
I can tell by the way that I feel

Lie down, my love, lie down
I will sing you a lullaby
Lie down, my love, lie down
Rest easy and close your eyes
Like clear water in a mountain stream
I will come to you in your dreams
Like pictures reflected in a mountain lake
I will be with you when you wake

You give me something to hold on to
You give me something to believe in
And I know in my heart
You have loved me
From the start

Whoa, baby
I know that it's real
I can tell by the way that I feel
Oh, oh

Lie down, my love, lie down
I will sing you a lullaby
Lie down, my love, lie down
Rest easy and close your eyes
Like clear water in a mountain stream
I will comfort you in your dreams
Like pictures reflected in a mountain lake
I will be with you when you wake

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