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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. - 간 주 중 - Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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The bell has tolled, my baby caught that train 'n gone The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone It was all my fault, I musta' did somebody wrong. Everything that happens, you know I am to blame. Everything that happens, you know I am to blame. I'm gonna find myself a doctor, perhaps my luck will change. Ah, my mamma she told me, these days will surely come. I wouldn't listen to her, had to have my fun. The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone. But it's all my fault, I musta' done somebody wrong, oh yeah. The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone It was all my fault, I musta' did somebody wrong. Oh play the blues... |
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They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad. They call it Stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday's worse And Thursday's all so sad. The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play. The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play. Sunday I go to church, Gonna kneel down and pray. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Though I'm tryin' and tryin' to find my baby, Won't someone please send her home to me. |
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Had a sweet little girl,
Run out and took the baby boy, people ain't that sad. Oh, had a sweet little girl, Left me, run out and took the baby boy, oh ain't that sad. Chorus: Can't spend what you ain't got, Can't lose what you never had. Can't spend what you ain't got, Can't lose what you never had. Had some money in the bank, Got busted, people ain't that so sad. Oh, I had some money in the bank, Got busted, people, people ain't that sad. Chorus Had a sweet little home, Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad. Oh, had a sweet little home, Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad. Chorus Ooooh, hmmmm, hmmmm... oohhhh! |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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| 4:55 |
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Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door.
Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door. Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know. Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor; If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more. So raise our window baby, I can ease out soft and slow. And lord, your neighbors, no they won't be Talking that stuff that they don't know. Lord, I'm foolish to be here in the first place, I know some man gonna walk in and take my place. Ain't no way in the world, I'm going out that front door Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know. Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know. Cause there's a man down there, Freely Lord, it just might happen to be your man... Lord, it just a might be your man, Oh baby, I just don't know... |
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Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born. Got a boy child comin' mama, He'll be a bad one, now. I'll make all you little girls, turn your heads around. Then I'm gonna take you little girls, gonna take you right on down... with me yeah Ho, you just wait and see. I'll be your hoochie coochie man, I'll set you free. On the seventh hour of the seventh day on the seventh month, seven doctors they say. I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree. But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe, you better not mess with me. Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one. Ain't no fun. I'm that old hoochie coochie man, a bad son of a gun. Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too, We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you. Hey, move over people just as fast as you can. Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man. I'm gonna get you, one by one. I got set on that old hoochie coochie man and I'm yo' son of a gun. Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born, she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one. Make all the ladies, turn their heads around. You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down. I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it. |
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| 4:57 |
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| 4:02 |
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John Mertis
Fort Knox Music Inc. (BMI) & Trio Music Co. Inc. (BMI) I need someone's hand to lead me through the night Need someone's arms, to love and squeeze me real tight. And when the lights are low, when it's time to go, I need your love so bad. I need some soft lips to hold so close to mine Need someone to stand up and tell me when I'm lyin When the lights are low, and when it's time to go, I need your love so bad. So give it up, and bring it on home to me. Oh you can write it on a paper so it can be read to me. Tell me you love me, stop drivin' me mad, Cause I need your love so bad. I needed some voice, to take me through the night, Don't you worry baby, I will not fuss and fight. Well listen to my plea, now bring it on home to me, Cause I need your love so bad. Well, I need your love soooo bad. Soooo bad. So baaad. Soooooo bad. |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-11-03 14:31:21
Subject : Allman Brothers - Stormy Monday
