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Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task. You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know, take that load off, looks like chest's about to go. Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no? Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright. Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope "to" lose. Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall, Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl. Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no? Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior, Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior. That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean, 'cause baby, I don't know how. Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see, find that broke down line and let it be. Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV. Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now, By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me. |
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| 4:48 |
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*Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia, He wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus Rollin' down highway 41. *Repeat I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin', Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee, They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord, them Delta women think the world of me. *Repeat (Repeat and Fade) Lord, I was born a ramblin' man... |
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| 4:55 |
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People say that you're no good,
But I wouldn't cut you loose, baby, if I could. Well, I seem to stay down on the ground, Baby, I'm too far gone to turn around. Oh, if only you would make up your mind, Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind. Lord, you got those come and go blues, Lord, you got those some and go blues, Yes, you do, oh and you got me feelin' like a fool. 'Round 'n' 'round, 'round we go, - Don't ask me why I stay here, I don't know. Well maybe I'm a fool to care, Without your sweet love, baby I would be nowhere. Here I'll stay, locked in your web, Till that day I might find somebody else. I don't know just when that would be, I don't know, I can't say as I can't see. Lord you got me feeling like a fool. Sail on, darlin', sail on Woman, you go your way, and I'll go mine Seems to me, that I once heard That everything is finally cured by time So sail on, darlin', sail on Lord, I wish you good luck And I'll see you when you come next time. Woman, you got those come and go blues Yeah, you got those come and go blues, Yes, you do, oh and you got me feelin' like a fool. |
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| 5:47 |
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Stormy stormy rain
I'm as lonesome as a man can be Oh, it's stormin', stormin' rain and I'm as lonesome as a man can be. Whoa, the way you've been treatin' me, I realize it's not the same. It's a down-right rotten, Low down dirty shame Lord it's a down right rotten low down dirty shame The way that you treated me Lord I know I'm not to blame Jelly jelly jelly Jelly stays on my mind (Hal Leonard book says "Jelly stains on my mind") Jelly jelly jelly Jelly stays on my mind Jelly roll killed my pappy, And drove my mama stone blind. |
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| 5:11 |
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Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you.
Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you. I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues. Well I been workin' every night, travelin' every day. Yes I been workin' every night, traveling every day. You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way. Aww, ya better believe. Well I'm Southbound. Whoa I'm Southbound. Well you can tell your other man, Sweet daddy's on his way. Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door. You'll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as I hit that door. Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have had before. Lord, I'm Southbound. Yes I'm Southbound. Whoa I'm Southbound, baby. Said I'm Southbound. Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have had before. |
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| 5:52 |
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Don't worry for me
Well I'm all right Lord knows I"m having, A natural good time, Pocket full of money Gonna boogie all night; There ain't nobody tell me that's crime *When morning comes and it's time to go Pony boy carry me home Pony boy carry me home. All right mama, Let me see you do that thing now Band is jumping and so am I. I'm just groovin', can't stop movin', My ole man's got that ole eagle eye But he is just waitin', we're celebratin' *Repeat I feel a change coming on Come on, mama! Here it comes now Papa's with you now; Look out the door, There beside that tree. Well, that's my pony, looking after me, Front feet doing the shuffle Back feet, too. Blow them good old Georgia blues. *Repeat |
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