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Well, somebody knocking on my door
Well, somebody knocking on my door Well, I'm so worried, don't know where to go Well, somebody calling me, calling on my telephone Well, somebody calling me, over my telephone Well, keep on calling, tell them I'm not at home (Hums) Well, don't not worry, Daddy's gone to bed |
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How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around
How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around I'd soon rather be dead, sleeping six feet in the ground I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand Say I'd feel much better darling, if you'd just only understand I'm going upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes I'm going upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes, do them all If anybody ask about me, just tell'em I walked out on |
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When you left me this mornin',
Yyou taken my heart away, When you left me this mornin', You taken my heart away, That's allright baby, You will come back home someday How long, baby, how long, how long How long, baby, how long, how long You know I love you You started doin' me wrong Well when you leave home, you can call me on your phone Well when you leave home, You can call me on your phone I'll sent you you're money Darlin' you come back home Oh come back How long, have you gone do me wrong How long, have you gone do me wrong Ain't nobody never lived that, Gettin' do somebody wrong |
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If you're a long way from home,
Can't sleep at night. Grab your telephone, Something just ain't right. That's evil, Evil is goin on wrong. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. Well, long way from home and, Can't sleep at all. You know another mule, Is kickin in your stall. That's evil, Evil is goin on wrong. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. You better catch him, Cause somethin wrong, In your home. Well, if ya call her on the telephone, And she answers aweful slow, Grab the first train smokin, If you have to hobo. That's evil, Evil is goin on wrong. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. If you make it to your house, Knock on the front door, Run around to the back, You'll catch him just before he go. That's evil, Evil is goin on. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. |
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Ah-oh, smokestack lightnin,
Shinin, just like gold, Why don't ya hear me cryin? A-whoo-hooo, oooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, tell me, baby, What's the, matter with you? Why don't ya hear me cryin? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, tell me, baby, Where did ya, stay last night? A-why don't ya hear me cryin? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, stop your train, Let her, go for a ride. Why don't ya hear me cryin? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, fare ya well. Never see, a you no more. A-why don't ya hear me cryin? Oooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, who been here baby since, I-I been gone, a little, bity boy? Girl, be on. A-whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. |
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Oh, I asked her for water, she brought me gasoline.
Oh, I asked her for water, she brought me gasoline. That's the troublingest woo-hoo (woman?), that I ever seen. The church bell tollin', the hearse come driving slow. The church bell tollin', the hearse come driving slow. I hope my baby, don't leave me no more. Oh tell me baby, when are you coming back home? Oh tell me baby, when are you coming back home? You know I love you baby, but you've been gone too long. |
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Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall We gonna romp and tromp till midnight We gonna fuss and fight till daylight We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess We gonna to break out all of the windows, we gonna kick down all the doors We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time. When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long |
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