Funk Friday: “They Say I’m Different,” Betty Davis

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To say this is one of my personal theme songs – me, a woman who lives for music –  would be like a devout Christian saying that the ten commandments were the rules they lived by.  It’s so obvious it sounds dumb.  It’s not at all lost on me either that there are few well-known female funk musicians, so I also bow down to Ms. Davis for kicking it in a male-dominated field.  And finally, she’s belting out a funk song about how people think she’s weird for loving the music she does.  That’s a pretty baller combination.  So, whenever I’ve been made to feel weird, or whenever someone patronizes me because I’m a woman, I lean on Ms. Davis for a little pick-me-up.  Works like a charm.

They say I’m different ’cause I’m a piece of sugar cane
Sweet to the core that’s why I got rhythm
My Great Grandma didn’t like to foxtrot,
no instead she spitted snuff and boogied to Elmore James

Spit On!

They say I’m different ’cause I eat chitlins
I can’t help it I was born and raised on ’em
That’s right, oh, every mornin’ I had to slop the hogs
and they be gettin off humpin to John Lee Hooker

Gettin off!

They say I’m different ’cause I’m a piece of sugar cane
and when I kick my legs I got rhythm
My Great Grandpa was a blues lover
He be rockin his moonshine to B.B. King and Jimmy Reed

Rock on pappy!

That’s why they say I’m different
That’s why they say I’m strange

Talkin bout Big Mama Thornton
Talkin bout Lightning Hopkins
Talkin bout Howlin Wolf
I’m talkin bout Albert King
Alright
Alright
Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry
When I was sweet sixteen

And that’s why they say I’m different
That’s why you think I’m strange

I’m talkin bout T. Bone Walker
I’m talkin bout Muddy Waters
I’m talkin bout Leadbelly, Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, Son House, and Freddie King
Bessie Smith!
Bessie Smith! Oh, Oh, Hey

Oh Bo Diddley have you heard it?

That’s why they say I’m different
That’s why they say I’m strange
and that’s why they say I’m funky

Little Richard, Wild Lou, sunshine you sure can sing
Robert Johnson, Robert Johnson, Robert Johnson!
You play the blues for me

That’s why, That’s why, That’s why they say I’m different
That’s why, That’s why, That’s why they say I’m strange

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