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| 4:11 | 
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My grand-ma and your grand-ma were
Sit-tin' by the fire. - My grand-ma told Your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."-- Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- Look at my king all dressed in red.- I-KO, I-KO, un-day. I bet-cha five dol-lars he'll kill you dead.-- Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕 Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- My flag boy and your flag boy were Sit-tin' by the fire. - My flag boy told Your flag boy: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire." Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- See that guy all dressed in green ? - I-KO, I-KO, un-day. He's not a man; He's a lov-in' ma-chine.-- Jock-a mo fee na-n챕.-- Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- |
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| 2. |
| 3:15 |
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* Blow wind blow
All my troubles away Blow wind Blow Until Judgement Day You've got my ring, and everything You know you are, so bad Where can I go Where can I turn I'm walking in the rain * Repeat My head is hung, way down low It makes my poor heart yearn It makes me sad I feel so bad The way that, it's all going * Repeat and fade |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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Me got fire, can't put it out
If I was gonna make you shout I'm goin' down to get my squaw We're gonna buy a great big car Me big chief, me feelin' good Me gonna do everything me could Me big chief me got 'em tnbe Me gonna take 'em for a ride My flag boy just went by My flag boy is full of fire My whole tribe is having fun We gonna dance 'til morning come Me big chief, me got my band Girls in wild rags, near Tremayne Me big chief, me got my food Drink Firewater, gonna get me blue Me big chief, me feelin' good Me gonna do everything me could Find a levee and burn it down (Repeat with ad lib) |
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| 4. |
| 2:43 |
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Somebody changed the lock, on my door, yeah now
And my key, it won't fit in that lock no more I've been standin', on my little porch All night long And I know, something is definitely going on wrong You know that the lights, is dim Your shades are way down low And I knocked and knocked, until my fist got sore From bangin' I've been standin', on my front porch, all night long And I. and I know something is definitely going on wrong You changed the lock, on my door And Lord, my key, it won't fit in my lock no more Yeah now now now now Yes the candle light won't fit in my, won't fit no more You understand You know my key, it won't fit in my lock no more |
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| 5. |
| 3:13 |
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Ah, you can talk about the pit, barbecue
The band was jumpin', the people too Ah, mess around They doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around Ah, everybody was juiced, you can, bet your soul They did the boogie-woogie, with a sturdy roll (?) They mess around They doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around Now, ah, when I say stop don't you move a peg When I say go, just ah, shake your leg And do the mess around I declare, do the mess around Yeah do the mess around, Everybody's doin' the mess around Now let me have it there boy Now you got it boy (Yeah, ah, mess around, go on mess around) (Mess around, boy) Now this band's goin' to play from, 9 to 1 Everybody here's gonna have some fun Doin' the mess around Ah, doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around Now you see that girl, with that, diamond ring She knows how to, shake that thing Mess around I declare, she can mess around Ah, mess around, Everybody do the mess around |
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| 6. |
| 3:56 |
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People talkin' but they just don't know,
What's in my heart, and why I love you so. I love you baby like a miner loves gold. Come on sugar, let the good times roll. hey! So many people live in make believe, They keep a lot a going up their sleeves. But my love baby is no kind that folds. Come on baby, let the good times roll. Baby, come on and let daddy fill your soul. Baby, let the good times roll. Hey! A love is nice if it's understood It's even nicer when you're feelin' good You got me flippin' like flag on a pole Come on sugar, let the good times roll Hey! Yeah! Let the good times roll! Feel me baby! Come on, good times roll! Come on and let me fill your soul, Hey, let the good times roll |
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| 4:30 |
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Down the road come-a Junko Partner
Boy, he was loaded as can be Boy, he was knocked down, knocked down loaded You know he wobbled all over the street. Singing six months ain't no sentence Thought that one year ain't no time They got bars up on Ponderosa So every night, tonight's the night If I had, if I had, if I had, a million dollars Just-a one million to call my own I would buy me the land around Parish Prison And I would throw me a big movie phone? Alright Down the road, down the road, down the road Here he comes, Mr. Jones Whoo boy, you're on your back so hard Got to say lordy-ho If a penny make a nickel, a nickel make a dime A dime will make you half, a half will make a dollar Make you ha-a-a-ller Give me whisky When I get a little frisky Cus it's-a mighty good drink When you get a little dry Give me tobacco-o-o When I get a little sickly But give me heroin Before I die Down the road, down the road, down the road Come Junko Partner (Partner, Partner, Partner) Boy he was loaded as can be But he was knocked knocked knocked, he was knocked out loaded Don't you know he wobbled, yes, all over the street |
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| 8. |
| 3:29 |
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Stack-a-lee, shut your little eyes
You shot that boy. so fast Your bullet went through Billy And broke the bartender's glass Stack-a-lee went around the counter Well he shot Stack, in the side Stack-a-lee went stumbling In his mother's door He said mother, oh mother Won't you turn me, over slow I've been shot in my left side With a police 44 When all the ladies, heard that Stack Oh Stack-a-lee was dead Some came dressed in all his colors Some came dressed in red Oh I said boy now Stack-a lee went to devil To identify poor Billy's soul But the poor boy he was absent He had gone down to shove coal Now the devil heard a rumbling A mighty rumbling, under the ground He said that must be the stud that pointed Billy Upsidedown Now you've seen that old devil On top of the Devil himself Who said you won't miss those bad boys I'll get you, by yourself Now I told you all, my little story I sang you all my little song How Stack-a-lee and Billy lied And now they dead and gone |
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| 9. |
| 2:12 |
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Tipitina tra la la la
Whoa la la la-ah tra la la Tipitina, oola malla walla dalla (little mama wants a dollar) Tra ma tra la la Hey Loberta, oh poor Loberta Girl you hear me callin' you Well you're three times seven, baby Knows what you want to do Say Loberta, oh poor Loberta Girl, you tell me where you been When you come home this mornin', honey You had your belly full o' gin I'll say hurry, hurry, come on Loberta Girl, you have company waiting for you at home Why don't you hurry little Loberta girl, hurry Don't leave that boy alone Tipitina tra la la la Whoa la la la-ah tra la la la Tipitina, hoola malla walla dalla Tra ma ti na na Come on baby, we're going ballin' We're gonna have ourselves a good time We gonna hoola tralla walla malla dalla Drink some mellow wine |
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| 10. |
| 2:33 |
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There's been some lonely lonely nights
Oh baby yeah, since you've been gone Lay my head, on my pillow Oh I cried, all night long The things, you used to say to me You said that we, would never part Well you know. I love you darling Tell me why did we, have to part Days been dark, since you've been gone Baby could you please come back, and bring the light If you had only compromised And free me from, the lonely nights |
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| 3:19 | 
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| 12. |
| 3:00 |
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What's your name, pretty little thing
Little Liza Jane Where do you live, nght down the lane Little Liza Jane * Oh Little Liza Little Liza Jane * Repeat with ad lib What's your number stoned cucumber Little Liza Jane Tell me who's your papa, find your stopper, on my Little Liza Jane * Repeat with ad lib Hit that jack, didn't look at that Little Liza Jane Smoking them tracks, and looking back, my my Little Liza Jane * Repeat with ad lib Big for your size, and young for your age now Little Liza Jane Free and single, and you're disengaged now Little Liza Jane * Repeat with ad lib |
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