| Brown Sugar - 1966 Many of the song written by a number of song writers came from a personal encounter or experience. Shortly after my discharge from the Army I drove to New Mexico to visit my grandma and one of my favorite aunts and cousin who was a few older then I. After spending a couple of days with my grandma I drove from Tramperos or Agua Negra as some called it to Las Vegas to visit one of my aunts who always treated us with a special kind of love. Yes, my other aunts and uncles were nice but this aunt went out of her way to always make me feel special. Shortly after arriving at my aunts home she indicated she was getting ready to go to work, but I could wait until my cousin who was now working in a local bank came home, she also informed me that another one of my cousins was in town who turned out to be the cousin who got me started in music and that he was staying at another aunts house. Well I decided to go look him up and maybe the both of us could drop in on the cousin who was working at the bank. I drove over to my other aunt and uncles house and sure enough my cousin was there, after a short visit there my guitar playing cousin and I drove over to the bank for a quick visit to our other cousin. We walked into the bank and there was my cousin who was teller at the bank and we walked over and after giving a bit of a hard time informed we would get together after he got off work and maybe party a bit at a local cantina. However, what really caught our attention was the teller in the booth next to my cousin. There she stood, yes another young lady, who was a total knock out. This beautiful New Mexico Chicana with jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and soft and silky brown complexion. What a babe, of course my guitar playing cousin hit on her and she politely brushed him off. All I could do is take in the magnificence of this beautiful brown Chicana. We drove back to the home of the aunt that my cousin was staying and like we had done many years before started putting together a song about the girl we had just seen at the bank. My cousin was now playing a solid body guitar that he had built himself while doing some time in prison. How he did it I do not know but it sounded sweet when he played it and the only thing I could find to my dislike about this unique instrument was the color, turquoise. Never the less in a couple of hours we put together this song with one funky sound. Brown sugar, be my brown sugar, honey Brown sugar, just don’t keep for my money Your so sweet, make me complete Sweet-Sweet Sugar - Brown Sugar Brown sugar, how I love that deep dark tan Brown sugar, oh I’d love to be your man But you don’t want me, you just use me, Sweet-Sweet Sugar - Brown Sugar (G7) Every time I see you - my heart skips a beat Your brown body baby sweeps me off my feet But you don’t want me, you just use me, Sweet- Sweet Sugar Brown Sugar Brown sugar, cold dark hair and deep brown eyes Brown sugar can you give me one sweet prize Let me touch you, yes touch your soft brown thighs MUSIC SOLO end in G7 Dance with me Sugar come and squeeze me tight Hold me close baby makes me feel alright Say you want me, that you need me sweet sweet sugar Brown Sugar Brown Sugar do you know that I exist Can you show me by sharing one sweet kiss? Tell me baby that I’m your Brown Sugar man Ya tell me baby that I’m your sweet Sugar man. |