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| 2. |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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| 4:04 |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. - 간 주 중 - Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door, tell me what you left me waiting, two or three hours for. Tell me why when the phone rings baby, you're up and across the floor, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think about the bad times, Lord I think about yours and mine, you were lost in the silver spoon, thought I pulled you out in time. And I hope that you got reasons, for the way that you've been lyin', please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think I'm gonna go now, but you know that I'll be back. Now you can think it over Baby, tell me how you're gonna act. I'm gonna keep on holding on, but I don't get no stronger, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. |
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Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself outta bed, yeah Put on my walkin' shoes, Went up on the mountain, To see what I could see, The whole world was fallin', right down in front of me. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. |
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| 4:31 |
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Yeah - Sad eyed woman boogie 'til the break of dawn Yeah - Long a-bout the break of day - Yeah oh- your man has up and gone- You got 13 lovely children No proud father knocking at your door Yeah- but every hungry woman has been in your place before Yeah - the doctor keep [or |
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| 5:29 |
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Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born. Got a boy child comin' mama, He'll be a bad one, now. I'll make all you little girls, turn your heads around. Then I'm gonna take you little girls, gonna take you right on down... with me yeah Ho, you just wait and see. I'll be your hoochie coochie man, I'll set you free. On the seventh hour of the seventh day on the seventh month, seven doctors they say. I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree. But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe, you better not mess with me. Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one. Ain't no fun. I'm that old hoochie coochie man, a bad son of a gun. Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too, We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you. Hey, move over people just as fast as you can. Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man. I'm gonna get you, one by one. I got set on that old hoochie coochie man and I'm yo' son of a gun. Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born, she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one. Make all the ladies, turn their heads around. You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down. I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it. |
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| 11:34 |
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| 9. |
| 14:46 |
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I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecks my new car. Now she's with one of my good time buddies, They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool. But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done. But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, And I can't run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
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| 10. |
| 10:35 |
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Berry Oakley, Jaimoe Johanny Johansen and Butch Trucks
Copyright 1972 Unichappel Music, Inc., F.R. Betts Music, Elijah Blue Music and Peer International Corp. Instrumental |
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| 11. |
| 1:14 |
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| 12. |
| 6:51 |
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| 13. |
| 1:10 |
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| 14. |
| 4:04 |
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Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door, tell me what you left me waiting, two or three hours for. Tell me why when the phone rings baby, you're up and across the floor, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think about the bad times, Lord I think about yours and mine, you were lost in the silver spoon, thought I pulled you out in time. And I hope that you got reasons, for the way that you've been lyin', please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think I'm gonna go now, but you know that I'll be back. Now you can think it over Baby, tell me how you're gonna act. I'm gonna keep on holding on, but I don't get no stronger, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. |
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| 4:25 |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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| 13:13 |
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| 17. |
| 9:03 |
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They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad. They call it Stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday's worse And Thursday's all so sad. The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play. The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play. Sunday I go to church, Gonna kneel down and pray. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Though I'm tryin' and tryin' to find my baby, Won't someone please send her home to me. |
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| 14:23 |
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I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecks my new car. Now she's with one of my good time buddies, They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool. But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done. But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, And I can't run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
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| 19. |
| 28:20 |
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Berry Oakley, Jaimoe Johanny Johansen and Butch Trucks
Copyright 1972 Unichappel Music, Inc., F.R. Betts Music, Elijah Blue Music and Peer International Corp. Instrumental |
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