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| 3:16 | 
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I`m gonna send my baby a brand new 20 dollar bill
If that don`t bring her I know something that will Lake Michigan ain`t no river Chicago ain`t no hillie town Lake Michigan ain`t no river Chicago ain`t no hillie town She won`t do nothin`to tear my reputation down, well.. Shout baby shout shout baby shout shout baby shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout my baby left town you know she left me a mule to ride my baby left town you know she left me a mule to ride train left the station my mule let down and died, well.. shout baby shout shout baby shout shout baby shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout |
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| 2. |
| 3:24 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:54 |
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Mind your step as you make your way
Through the church in to this world of sand Picture an angle with a cigarette burnin With a long slow drag She welcomes you in where youa?ll be Dancing in the low light Sweat dripping down like a dew Scratchin metal and a cry and moan Riding in a bottle in the back of a room Fire, fire from the inside Rhythm, like a hurricane rain Mercy, comes after midnight While youa?re washing me down with the sound of your National Steel Took its smile on a wild rose Born in the heat of the south Your kisses they went to my head like a whiskey She was a bootlegged love with her stockings rolled down People cried to cry as a wolf starts to howl, howled like a midnight train Roll on, roll on, rolled like a river A shot of burning silver pounding through my feet like fire Fire, fire from the inside Rhythm like a hurricane rain Mercy, comes after midnight While youa?re washing me down with the sound of your National Steel Mind your step as you make your way Through the church in to this world of sand Picture an angle with a cigarette burnin With a long slow drag She welcomes you in where youa?ll be Dancing in the low light With the sweat dripping down like a dew Scratchin metal with a cry and moan And riding in a bottle at the back of the room Fire, fire from the inside Rhythm, like a hurricane rain Mercy, comes after midnight Wash me down, washin me down, Fire, from the inside Rhythm, like a hurricane rain Mercy, comes after midnight Wash me down with the sound of your National Steel National Steel Hmmm alright |
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| 4:44 |
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These arms of mine,
They are loney, Lonely, and feelin' blue These arms of mine, They are yearning, Yeah yearning, from wanting you And If you would, Let them hold you, How greatful, greatful, I would be These arms of mine, They are burning, burning, from wanting you These arms of mine, They are wanting, Wanting, want to hold you And if you, You would let them, Let them hold you, Let them hold you, Greatful, Greatful I would be Yeah, come on, Come on baby, Yeah, just me and my woman, Me and my friend, Yeah, come on, come on, Come back to me baby, Yeah, Yeah, And I'm greatful, greatful, I would be |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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[Taj Mahal]
Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Put some flowers on it baby Paint some trailin' vines and dew You know I'm leavin' LA baby Don't you know this smog's got me down I'm leavin' LA baby Don't you know this smog has got me down I'm goin' up to the country Where there ain't no doggone smog around Well, come here baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Well, come here baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Well, you be my woman And I'll be your city-boy, country man. I'm gonna move up to the country Gonna paint, gonna paint, gonna paint, my mailbox blue Move up to the country Gonna paint my mailbox blue Put some flowers on it honey Paint some trailin' vines and dew |
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| 6. |
| 4:28 |
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(Booker T. Washington (Bukka) White)
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying but I hate to leave my children crying There's a black smoke rising, Lord It's rising up above my head, up above my head It's rising up above my head, up above my head And tell Jesus make up my dying bed. I'm walking kind of funny, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Fixing to die, fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying. |
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| 3:33 |
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[Sam Cooke]
Somebody have mercy and tell me what is wrong with me Somebody have mercy and tell me what is wrong with me Sometimes i don't know how i stand the things this woman do to me Let me tell you When i think about how she do me, the tears fall down like rain, like rain When i think about how she do me, the tears fall down like rain, like rain When i think i've got her chained down, she starts actin' up again Oh let me tell you I'm goin' down to the bus station with a suitcase in my hand, yes i am I'm goin' down to the bus station with a suitcase in my hand, yes i am I'm gonna grab me an armful of greyhound and ride just as close i can Do that thing for me now Let me tell you one more time Somebody have mercy i wonder what is wrong with me, lord have mercy Somebody have mercy i wonder what is wrong with me, yeah Sometimes i don't know how i stand the things this woman do to me Do that one more time, my fellas I'm standin' here wonderin', baby, with a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am Standin', wonderin', baby, with a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes i am Oh i got a long way to get there and i got-a some time to go (scat singing, to fade) |
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| 1:42 |
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Well the postman came
And the postman went And he brought the mail That my baby sent No, she didnt say yes Yes, she didnt say no But from what i read Man it's time to go I'm going put a stamp in the middle of my back Gonna take a ride in that mailman's sack I'll be wearin a tag In the mailman's bag Once i'm in the sack Ain't no turnin back Yeah! Well if my baby Ain't where she says she's at Just be kind to me And pass around my hat I'll be broke and beat Livin on the street But i won't stay put I gotta make it by foot dat do dat do ri do day Shat dat do ri do day I'm riding in that mailman's bag |
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| 9. |
| 3:42 |
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[Mark Knopfler]
Please baby - please please baby Won't you come back to your daddy one more time Please baby - please please baby When I get my money I will give you my last dime When you left me babe, you left me feeling so blue You know that I didn't love no-one but you Please baby - please please baby Won't you come back to your daddy one more time I'm so blue baby, I'm, I'm so blue baby I can't sleep at night I can't hardly talk from crying You know baby, you, you know baby You always forever on my mind Since you've been gone I can't sleep at night Why don't you take my meals I can't eat a bite Please baby, please please baby Won't you come back to your daddy one more time When you left me babe you left me feeling so blue You know that I didn't love no-one but you Please baby - please please baby Won't you come back to your daddy one more time |
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| 10. |
| 2:39 |
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| 11. |
| 3:41 |
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[Mose Allison]
I see you watching me just like a hawk I don't mind the way you talk But if you touch me something's got to give I live the life I love And I love the life I live A diamond ring and my money too Tomorrow night they could belong to you The girls move me at their will I live the life I love And I love the life I live May lay a hundred-dollar bet this time Tomorrow night I can't cover your dime Next week I could be over the hill Just trying to tell you people how I feel I see you rocking and you pass me by Talk about me ‘cause I might be high Just forgive me if you will I live the life I love And I love the life I live May lay a hundred-dollar bet this time Tomorrow night I can't cover your dime Next week I could be over the hill Just trying to tell you people how I feel I see you rocking and you pass me by Talk about me ‘cause I might be high Just forgive me if you will I live the life I love And I love the life I live Live the life I love I love the life I live I live the life I love The life I live |
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| 3:35 |
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Right in my face,
I guess I'm goin to have to put you in your place If silence was golden, You couldn't raise a dime, Because your mind is on vacation And you mouth is workin' overtime You're quotin' figures, And dropin' names, You're tellin' stories, About the days, You're over laughin', When things 'aint funny, You're tryin' to sound like the big, big money If talk was criminal, You'd lead a life of crime, Beacause you mind is on vacation, And your mouth is workin' overtime Your life is short, And talk is cheap, Don't be makin' promises, That you can't keep, Don't like my song, Just grin and bear, All I can say is, if the shoe fits, won't you wear it, And if you must keep talkin', Please try to make it a ryhm Becasue your mind is on vacation, And your mouth is workin' overtime Your mind is on vacation, Yeah, your mind is on vacation, I said your mind is on vacation, Well, your mind is on vacation Becasue your mind is on vacation, And your mouth if workin' overtime |
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| 4:27 |
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Come here darlin? and lay down by my side
The big star?s fallin? and the moon will turn the tide The whistle of the wind will lead us on Here we are, not too far Before the dawn Pictures keep on fallin? from the walls The ghosts are still careenin? through the halls The drunken neighbour sings his favourite song In the stardust of the night Before the dawn You never really know just who your friends are Till you find out at last who they are not You never recognize the things you really want Till you remember all the dreams that you forgot We?ve been runnin? for so long against the grain Tryin? to find a way to turn around again Trouble in your heart will soon be gone It?s lonely blue, it?s only true Before the dawn Come here darlin? lay down by my side Well the big star?s falling and the moon will turn the tide The whistle of the wind will lead us on Here we are, not too far Before the dawn Well here we are, not too far Before the dawn |
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| 2:41 |
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[Robert Johnson]
I've got a kind hearted woman, she studies evil all the time. I've got a kind hearted woman, she studies evil all the time. You would do to quit me just to have it on your mind. I've got a kind hearted woman, do anything in this world for me. I've got a kind hearted woman, do anything in this world for me. But these evil hearted women, Lord, and they will not let me be. Now it ain't but one thing makes Mr. Johnson drink. I swear about how you treat me baby, I begin to think. Oh baby, my life don't feel the same. It breaks my heart when you call Mr. So-and-So's name. She's a kind hearted woman, she studies evil all the time. She's a kind hearted woman, she studies evil all the time. You're best to quit me baby as just to have it on your mind. |
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