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Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long Well, I woke up this mornin', didn't know right from wrong Well, I told my baby, before I left that town Well, I told my baby, before I left that town Well, don't you let nobody, tear my barrelhouse down Well, ahh, mmm-hmmm, owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh Aaa, mmm-hmmm, oww, oh oh oh owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh Well, if the river was whiskey, and I was a divin' duck Well, if the river was whiskey, and I was a divin' duck Well, I would dive to the bottom, never would I come up Well, I could a had a religion, this bad old thing instead Well, I could a had a religion, this bad old thing instead Well, all whiskey and women, would not let me pray |
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On a ship that's made of paper,
Oh yeah, I will sail the seven seas. Fight a shark with a toothpick, Crawled home to you on my knees. There ain't nothin' baby I wouldn't do, sugar, Oh yeah baby, just to bring you home with me. I would rise up with the devil, Oh yeah, I would breathe smoke and fire. Or say were I on a tightrope, Walk a canyon on a wire. Just to kiss your sweet lips, honey, Oh yeah baby you know you're my desire. If a shark bought/bite off my leg, Oh baby and the sea were turned to sand. Turn my po' self over darlin' Crawl home to you on my hands. There ain't nothin' nothin' I wouldn't do baby, Oh yeah, oh yeah baby, just to be with you. Give up all of my money, Whoa, oh baby, I'd sleep right down on the floor. Call my mother-in-law honey, Whoa, oh I'd work for you 'til I got sore. I would do anything for you baby, Oh yeah, oh yeah, just to get you home once more. |
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I'm goin' out walkin',
Walking down through the park I'm gonna walk in the moonlight, Till the night gets dark I'm goin' out walkin', Along the old avenue I'm gonna walk for so long, Till she won't know what to do I'm goin' out walkin', Walkin' down along the street I'm gonna walk her along beside me, That girl can't be beat Don't you bother my baby, No tellin' what she'll do The girl she may cut you, She may shoot you too |
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Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes,
You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride the blinds. I've been mistreated, don't mind dying. This morning, I had to go ride the blinds, I've been mistreated, Lord, I don't mind dying. People tell me walkin' blues ain't bad; Worst old feeling I most ever had. People tell me the old walkin' blues ain't bad. Well it's the worst old feeling, Lord, I most ever had. |
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Hello canary bird, this is a letter home
Hello canary bird, this is a letter home Well you know I want you to fly the whole world over And find how my baby been gettin' along Well canary bird, when you get to Clarksdale Please fly down on Second Street Yes canary bird when you get to Clarksdale Please fly down on Second Street Well you know I don't want you to stop flyin' Until you take the letter out to Stovall for me Fly on, canary bird, fly on! On your way back home, please stop by Memphis a while Yes on your way back home, please stop by Memphis a while Well canary bird I want you to stroll down Beale Street And see can you see my little old angel child |
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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> |
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You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while Well, you know I went to a gypsy woman to have my fortune told She say, "You better go back home son and peep through your, your key hole" You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while Well, now, you know I went back home, I took the gypsy woman as she said I peeped through my keyhole and there was another man laying in my bed You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while |
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Bernie Roth 19 from probably The Chess Box (MCA 80002) & Legends Of Blues Collectors Edition (), Forty days and forty nights Since my baby left this town Sunshinin' all day long But the rain keep comin' down She's my life I need her so Why she left I just don't know Forty days and forty nights Since I set right down and cried Keep rainin' all the time But the river is runnin' dry Lord help me it just ain't right I love that girl with all-a my might Forty days and forty nights Since my baby broke my heart Searchin' for her in a while Like a blind man in the dark Love can make a poor man rich Or break his heart I don't know which Forty days and forty nights Like a ship out on the sea Prayin' for her each night That she would come back-a home to me Life is love and love is right I hope she come back home tonight |
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I was standing in my kitchen,
Looking way out 'cross the field. Yes, I was standing in my kitchen, Looking way out 'cross the field. I thought I heard, I thought I heard, My little Geneva call me. Well I was standing at my window, Watching the rain begin to fall. Yes, I was standing at my window, Watching the rain begin to fall. I want to see Geneva so bad this morning, Man, she heals my all in all. Alright, Geneva Yes, I was standing in my door, Watching the sun go behind a tree. Yes, I was standing in my door, Watching the sun go behind a tree. I want to see Geneva so bad, so bad, Right now I'm on my bended knee. |
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Had a sweet little girl, I lose my baby, boy ain't that bad
Had a sweet little girl, I lose my baby, boy ain't that bad You can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some little girl you ain't never had Had money in the bank, I got busted, people ain't that bad Had money in the bank, I got busted, people ain't that bad You can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some little girl you ain't never had Ain't that the truth boys (instrumental) Had a sweet little home, it got burned down, people ain't that bad My own fault, people ain't that bad Well you know you can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some blues you ain't never had (instrumental) Have mercy! Sweet little home, got burned down, people ain't that bad Yeah you know I had a sweet little home, it got burned down, people ain't that bad Whoa you know you can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some little girl you ain't never had |
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I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me
I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me But these evil-hearted women, man, they will not let me be I love my baby, my baby don't love me I love my baby, ooooh, my baby don't love me But I really love that woman, can't stand to leave her be Ain't but the one thing, makes Mister Johnson drink I's worried about2 how you treat me, baby, I begin to think Oh babe, my life don't feel the same You breaks my heart, when you call Mister So-and-So's name She's a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time She's a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time You well's to kill me, as to have it on your mind |
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Well I'm a king bee
Buzzing around your hive Well I'm a king bee, baby Buzzing around your hive Yeah I can make honey baby Let me come inside Well I'm a king bee Want you to be my queen Well I'm a king bee, baby Want you to be my queen Together we can make honey The world has never seen Well, buzz a while... Sting you bad... Well I'm a king bee Can buzz all night long Well I'm a king bee, baby Can buzz all night long Yeah I can buzz better baby When your man is gone |
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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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Sail on, sail on my little honey bee, sail on Sail on, sail on my little honey bee, sail on You gonna keep on sailing till you lose your happy home Sail on, sail on my little honey bee, sail on Sail on, sail on my little honey bee, sail on I don't mind you sailing, but please don't sail so long All right little honey bee... I hear a lotta buzzing, sound like my little honey bee I hear a lotta buzzing, sound like my little honey bee She been all around the world making honey But now she is coming back home to me |
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