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| 2:56 | 
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(C) Look at this one, look at that one Tell me do they look like me All my (F) friends said, don't you worry Said they'll testify for (C) me Well, I (G) wonder which of (F) my friends had it in for (C) me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me I don't (F) want six extra children When ain't but two that look like (C) me Please, have (G) mercy, judge your (F)honor Alimony is killing (C) me Please, have mercy, judge your honor I'm as poor as I can be Ain't had money in my pockets Since way back in fifty three Can't you cut down all my payment ? Alimony is killing me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me |
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| 2. |
| 2:49 |
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Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got news, my baby, done left town, yeah I got news, my baby, 'cause he done blow this town Well, I got great news, my baby, he done blow this town Blues started calling me like Ronny and France Looks like that other guy won't allow me no chance, yeah Well, it looks like, to me, that other guy won't allow me all chance Hum, hum, hum |
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| 3. |
| 2:29 |
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(L. Singer-H.Zaret)
A litle man walked up and down, To find an eating place in town. He read the menu through and through, To see what fifteen cents could do. One meat ball, One meat ball, He could afford but one meat ball. He told the waiter near at hand, The somple dinner he had planned. The guests were startled one and all, To here that waiter loudly call, One meat ball, One meat ball, This here gent wants one meat ball. The little man felt very sad, For one meat ball ia all he had, And in his dreams he hears that call, Ya get no bread with one meat ball. One meat ball, One meat ball, Ya get no bread with one meat ball. |
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| 4. |
| 3:04 |
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(G) Lots of folks back east they say (C) Leaving home most every day (D7) Beating the hot old dusty way To the (G) California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll (C) Getting out of that Old Dust Bowl (D) Think they're coming to a sugar bowl But (G) here's (D7) what they (G) find (D) Police at the port of entry say You're number fourteen thousand for to (D7) day Hey, if you (G) ain't got the Do Re Mi, boy If you ain't got the Do Re (D) Mi Well, you (D7) better go back to beautiful Texas Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennes- (G) see California is the garden of Eden It's a paradise to (G7) live in or (C) see But be(G)lieve it or (D) not You won't (Bm) find it so (C) hot If you (Em) ain't got the Do Re (G) Mi You want to buy a home or a farm That can't do nobody harm Take your vacation by the mountains or sea Don't swap your old cow for a car You better stay right where you are Better take this little tip from me Well, I look through the want ads every day The headlines in the papers always say |
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| 1:48 | 
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(Alfred Reed)
(G) - (C) - (G7) - (D) - (D7) - (Am) (G) I remember a time when every (D) thing was (G) cheap Now prices nearly puts a man to (D) sleep (D7) Well, when we (G) get our grocery (G7) bill We (C) feel like making our (Am) will Tell me, (G) how can a poor man (D7) stand such times and (G) live ? Tell me, (G) how can a poor man (D7) stand such times and (G) live ? Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!" Well, all he gives is a humbug pill Dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole Now, we can hardly get our breath Taxed and schooled and preached to death Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? |
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| 2:14 |
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| 8. |
| 3:09 |
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(Huddie Ledbetter)
(C7) - (C) - (F7) - (C) - (G7) (C7) Just look here mama Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do (F7) Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do (C7) Don't be (G7) lieve it's pig meat Ask (F7) anybody in the neighborhood (C) Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret I got something about this pig meat Sweet mama ain't told you yet I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town You don't believe it's pig meat Mama from my head on down |
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| 2:47 |
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All my life I've been a travellin' man All my life I've been a travellin' man Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my trunk down to Tennessee Ship my trunk down to Tennessee It's hard to tell 'bout a man like me I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind She passed me up saying she didn't like my kind Scared to bother around the house that night I'm scared to bother around the house that night Got police dogs cravin' for a fight His game is rambling when he gets the chance His game is rambling when he gets the chance He leaves his mark on everybody's pants Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be Before she sets that police dog on me |
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| 10. |
| 3:24 |
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I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair And her mama and her papa well, they sure don't allow me there If you catch my jumper (?), babe, hanging upside your wall Well, if you catch my jumper (?), babe, hanging upside your wall Well, you know by that I need my ashes hauled I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door |
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| 2:48 |
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