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| 4:20 | ||||
I don't want you to Be no slave I don't want you To wake all day I don't want you To be true I just want to make Love to you I don't want you to Wash my clothes I don't want you To keep our home I don't want your Money too I just want to make Love to you Love to you Love to you love to you They tell about the way you Switch and walk Now I can see by the way you Baby talk Now I can know by the way you Treat your man That I could love you baby until the Cryin' shame I don't want you to Cook my bread I don't want you To make my bed I don't want to Because I'm sad and blue I just want to make Love to you love to you love to you love to you... (repeat, and fade) |
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2. |
| 4:52 | ||||
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny Concheroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world will know The hoochie coochie man But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors say He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars Don't you mess with me But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him |
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3. |
| 3:10 | ||||
Don't you worry 'bout what's on my mind
No, I don't want you to think about it I'm in no hurry, I can take my time And yes, I always take it I'm going red and my tongue's gettin' so tied You're tired I'm off my head and my mouth's gettin' so dry I'm high and I'm tired Let's spend the night together, now woman I need you Oh, woman, I need you more than ever, girl Let's spend the night together now I feel so strong that I can't describe No, you know I can't imagine it You know I ain't gonna apologize No, I ain't gonna tell you nothin' about it Don't hand me up and don't you let me down Down, down We can have fun, you know Just moving around somewhere in town Let's spend the night together now, woman, somewhere Let's spend the night together, oh, won't you, girl Let's spend the night together now Oh, let's spend together a night Girl, oh, I want you now You know I need you, I need you, let's spend it Oh, girl let's spend a night together one time, woman I wanna spend a night with you, girl I need you now Yeah, let's spend a night together, woman We're gonna spend a night |
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4. |
| 6:33 | ||||
Well, I was gone
Gone to the army I was gone, ver' long time Well, when I come back home, my baby Still says she's mine She still says she's mine She still says she's mine She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right Well, I give 'er Give her all a-my money Tell me what more, can I do-ooo? Well now, I really don't Wanna b'lieve she gon' She's gon' give it to you She gon give it to you She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right (short instrumental break) Well, I went Went to the church-house And I kneeled on my knees to pray I got to thinkin' about that girl She drove my She drove my spirit away She drove my spirit away She drove my spirit away She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right (short instrumental break) Well, I could-a Could-a had religion Well, this bad old same day Tell now, whiskey an' women, won't now Let the ol' poorboy pray Let the poorboy pray Let the poorboy pray She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right She's all right, she's all right. |
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| 3:49 | ||||
Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive But now I'm a man, way past 21 Want you to believe me baby, I had lot's of fun I'm a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man I'm a man I'm a natural born lovers man I'm a man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man I'm a hoochie coochie man Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate You know I'm made to move you honey, come up two hours late Wasn't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man The line I shoot will never miss When I make love to a woman, she can't resist I think I go down, to old Kansas Stew I'm gonna bring back my second cousin, that little Johnny Cocheroo All you little girls, sittin'out at that line I can make love to you woman, in five minutes time Ain't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy Man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man well, well, well, well hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child well, well, well, well Yeah |
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| 4:38 | ||||
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| 3:39 | ||||
8. |
| 5:45 | ||||
Why do men go crazy
When a woman wears her dress so tight? Why do men go crazy When a woman wears her dress so tight? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a tomcat fight all night Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a bulldog love a hound Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the whole world is a-fighting all about that same thing What makes you feel so good When your baby gets down her evening gown? What makes you feel so good When your baby gets down her evening gown? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a preacher man lay his Bible down Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the whole world is a-fighting all about that same thing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MC KEAG, ANDREW <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |