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| 2:47 | 
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Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp. CHORUS: Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile, Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while. Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo. Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo. CHORUS CHORUS You don't need a penny just to hang around, But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down? Over on the corner there's a happy noise. People come from all around to watch the magic boys. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS |
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| 3. |
| 2:59 |
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When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home |
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| 4. |
| 2:25 |
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(At the very faint beginning)
Poorboy Shuffle. O.K. Is it workin'? You heard it. Ha-ha-ha! Hey, Rooster! Hey, Rooster! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Hey! (Instrumental) |
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| 5. |
| 5:05 |
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Hey, look over yonder, out in the rain
Soaking wet fever in my brain Now I ain't certain which way to go But I got to move, sure Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue Hey, look over yonder, behind the wall They're closin' in, I'm about to fall Now I'm no coward but I ain't no fool Feel it in my bones, my book is due Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue Hey, look over yonder, up in the tree There's a rope a-hanging just for me Without a warning, without a warning Things are piling up to break me down Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue Hey, look over yonder, out in the street People laughing by, walking easy Now I'm no sinner but I ain't no saint If it's happy, you can say I ain't Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue |
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| 6. |
| 2:21 |
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Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief", oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh. But when the taxman come to the door, Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no. Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes, ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give, oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, SON, NO It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, NO NO It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, son son son |
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| 0:13 |
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Who'll take the coal from the mine?
Who'll take the salt from the earth? Who'll take the leaf and grow it to the tree? Don't look now; it ain't you or me. Who'll work the field with his hands? Who'll put his back to the plow? Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea? Don't look now; it ain't you or me. Don't look now; someone's done your starvin'. Don't look now; someone's done your prayin', too. Who'll make the shoes for your feet? Who'll make the clothes that you wear? Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep? Don't look now; it ain't you or me. Well, don't look now; someone's done your starvin'. Don't look now; someone's done your prayin', too. Who'll take the coal from the mine? Who'll take the salt from the earth? Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep? Don't look now; it ain't you or me. |
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| 4:15 |
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Well, you wake up in the mornin',
You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table To see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the table, And no fork up in the pan; But you better not complain, boy, You get in trouble with the man. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. Yonder come Miss Rosie, How in the world did you know? By the way, she wears her apron, And the clothes she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, Piece of paper in her hand. She come to see the gov'nor, She wants to free her man. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. If you're ever in Houston, Well, you better do the right, You better not gamble, Yeah, you better not fight at all. Or the sheriff will grab ya, And the boys will bring you down. The next thing you know, boy, Oh, you're prison bound. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. |
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| 3:24 |
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| 10. |
| 6:36 |
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Last night
I saw a fire burning on The palace lawn. O'er the land, The humble subjects watched in mixed Emotion. CHORUS: Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Last night I saw the fire spreadin' to The palace door. Silent majority Weren't keepin' quiet Anymore. CHORUS Last night I saw the fire spreadin' to The countryside. In the mornin', Few were left to watch The ashes die. CHORUS Why? Why? Why? Effigy. |
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