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| 2:58 | 
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Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding,
And I'm bound to keep on riding. And I've got one more silver dollar, But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no, Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider. And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing, And the road goes on forever, And I've got one more silver dollar, But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider. And I've gone by the point of caring, Some old bed I'll soon be sharing, And I've got one more silver dollar, But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. |
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| 2. |
| 5:22 |
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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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| 3. |
| 2:10 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:57 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain.
The week before, they all seemed the same. With the help of God and true friends, I've come to realize, I still have two strong legs, and even wings to fly. So I, ain't a-wastin time no more. Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things. Well, Lord, Lord, Miss Sally, why all your cryin? Been around here three long days, lookin like we're dyin. Go step yourself outside, and look up at the stars above, And go on downtown, baby, find somebody to love. Meanwhile, I ain't a-wastin time no more. Cause time goes by like pouring rain, and much faster things. You don't need no gypsy to tell you why, Ya can't let one precious day to slip by. Well, look inside yourself, and if you don't see what you want, Maybe sometimes then ya don't, But, leave your mind alone and just get high. Well, by and by, way after many years have gone, And all the war freaks die off, leavin us alone. We'll raise our children, in the peaceful way we can, It's up to you and me brother, To try and try again. So, hear us now, we ain't wastin time no more. Cause time rolls by like hurricanes. Runnin after the subway train. Don't forget the pourin rain |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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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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| 7. |
| 7:30 |
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| 8. |
| 4:47 |
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Endlessly facing the cold concrete floor
Four cold grey walls, and no doors I barely remember the last forty days Or just what they're holdin' me for So far away, they tell me: "boy, you're here to stay; win, lose or draw" Letters unanswered and visits so few Cold desperation I know I guess I'd give most anything Oh lord, if they'd just let me go I'm so far away Day after lonely, lonely day Win, lose or draw Ma, she's dead and gone Pa just don't seem to find the time It makes me so sad that he's forsaken me When he's all I had left I call mine I'm so far away Day after lonely, lonely day Win, lose or draw. There's two men in one room for ten long years Still strangers that talk away the time 'cause each time I think of your soft hand in mine I lay here and die one more time And I'm so far away Day after lonely, lonely day Win, lose or draw |
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| 4:06 |
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People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? Love is in the air. We're in a revolution. Don't you know we're right. Everyone is singing. Yeah! There'll be no one to fight. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. - 간 주 중 - Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. |
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| 10. |
| 3:49 |
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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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| 5:23 |
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| 12. |
| 8:47 |
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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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| 3:44 |
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| 14. |
| 3:34 |
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Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows. Can't take it with you when you go. Can't hide your love away. Save it up for a rainy day. Ya can't take it with you when you go. And it hurts so bad when you finally have to show. [Chorus] Can't take it with you. Everybody knows. Can't take it with you when you go. Can't hide your love away. Save it up for a rainy day. You can't take it with you when you go. No, you can't take it with you when you go. Ooo. No, you can't take it with you when you go, oh, no. Play it high or low. Break the bank in Monte Carlo. You can play it just the way it falls. Cut it like you want to. But it just might come back and haunt you. Lady Luck's your mama when she calls. [Chorus] Hot-wire a fast car Just to take a ride. You can run, but you sure cannot hide. Oh, tell her a lie And live with it 'til you die, but you Can't take it with you when you go. [Chorus] |
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| 7:32 |
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| 16. |
| 4:02 |
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John Mertis
Fort Knox Music Inc. (BMI) & Trio Music Co. Inc. (BMI) I need someone's hand to lead me through the night Need someone's arms, to love and squeeze me real tight. And when the lights are low, when it's time to go, I need your love so bad. I need some soft lips to hold so close to mine Need someone to stand up and tell me when I'm lyin When the lights are low, and when it's time to go, I need your love so bad. So give it up, and bring it on home to me. Oh you can write it on a paper so it can be read to me. Tell me you love me, stop drivin' me mad, Cause I need your love so bad. I needed some voice, to take me through the night, Don't you worry baby, I will not fuss and fight. Well listen to my plea, now bring it on home to me, Cause I need your love so bad. Well, I need your love soooo bad. Soooo bad. So baaad. Soooooo bad. |
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| 4:42 |
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| 18. |
| 5:03 |
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| 19. |
| 6:07 |
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You ride on down the same old street you've seen a thousand times,
That overflows with neon lights and enormous signs. My God, how you want to leave there. Well, well. Your head severely poundin' from the night before. Baby, you just keep goin' back, goin' back for more. Cause midnight's callin'. Well, well. You want so bad to leave this whirlwind storm. But you can't find no place to grab on. So 'round and 'round you go again, and it just ain't easy. You want so bad to leave this whirlwind storm. But you can't find no place to grab on. So 'round and 'round you go again, and it just ain't easy. No, it just ain't easy. Lovely ladies all dressed in silk and lace. While you're there, oh, it seems like such a lovely place. But when you leave there, You got your hat down on your face. Well, well. But oh, when you leave there, got your hat down on your face, well, well. Ohh, when you leave there, you got your hat pulled down on your face, well. (repeat and fade) |
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| 3:34 |
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