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Hard time's is here
An ev'rywhere you go Times are harder Than th'ever been befo' Um, hm-hm Um-hm Um, hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm You know that people They are driftin' from do' to do' But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go Um, hm-hm Um-uh-hm Mm-hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm People, if I ever can get up Off a-this old hard killin' flo' Lord, I'll never get down This low no mo' Um, hm-hm-hm Hm, um-hm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm Well, you hear me singin' This old lonesome song People, you know these hard times Can't last us so long Hm, hm-hm Hmm, hmm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm, oh Lord You know, you'll say you had money You better be sho' But these hard times gon' kill you Just drive a lonely soul Um, hm-hm Umm, hmm Umm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm Umm-hm Hmm-hm-hm Umm-hm Hm-hm-hm Hmm, hm-hm-hm |
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My Sunday woman bring the daily news
My Monday woman bring me socks and shoes But I let my good gal get you And I ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do My Tuesday woman like that pocket change That Wednesday woman want the same damn thing But I let my good gal catch you And I ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do That Thursday woman knock upon my door That Friday woman man, sure got to go But I let my good gal catch you And I ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do My Saturday woman totes a Gatling gun 'Cause if you stand she shoot you for you run But I let my good gal catch you And I ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do Listen Ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do Ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do Ain't no telling what my Lucy Mae do |
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I had a dream last night
God knows a black cat had crossed my trail I had a dream last night God knows a black cat had crossed my trail You know I don't want you to Sweep me with no broom 'Cause I'm afraid I might go to jail When my right hand itch People, you know I'm gettin' money for sure You know when my right hand itch People, I'm gettin' money for sure You know when my Left eye get to jumpin' Somebody's just got to go I went home last night I lay down 'cross my bed I woke up this mornin' God knows Broken, hungry too, I said, oh Lord, this black cat have crossed my dream You know sometime I wonder B.G. What in the world's gonna happen to me Well, I went down to the cemetery Got down on my bended knees I asked the good Lord above To take this spell off of me and I said, 'Woah' You know a black cat have crossed my dream You know I begin to wonder B.G. What in the world is gonna happen to me |
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Sally Mae, Sally Mae
Lord, you know you ain't treat'n me right Sally Mae, Sally Mae Lord, you know you ain't treat'n me right You stay out all night long Lord, you know you ain't treat'n me right You're a no good weed Lord, the cows, won't mow you down You're a no good weed Lord, the cows, won't mow you down I was chief of police, I would drive you out of town George! Play the blues! You ought to leave this town, Sally Mae You ought to leave here to stay You ought to leave this town Y'ought to leave here to stay Your reputation, Sally Mae Your reputation ain't no good Sally Mae, Sally Mae Y'ought to change in your younger days Yeah! Sally Mae, Sally Mae Y'oughtta change your ways in your younger days Better change now Sally Mae Change in your younger days |
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