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It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful It could be a spoonful of water To save you from the desert sand But one spoon of love1 from my forty-five Will save you from another man Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful It could be a spoonful of sugar It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful Additional verse from Howlin' Wolf take: It could be a spoonful of sugar It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me |
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Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with no broom, I might get put in jail When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure But, when my left eye jumps, somebody's got to go Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail Well, the dogs are howlin', all over the neighborhood Whoa, the dogs are howlin', all over the neighborhood That is true sign of death, baby, that ain't no good Well, I'm not superstitious, blow that black cat across my trail Well, I'm not superstitious, a black cat across my trail Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail That's bad luck for me |
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What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight
What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same old thing that makes the tomcats fight all night Why do all these men try to run these big-legged women down Why do all these men try to run these big-legged women down Must be the same old thing that makes the bulldog pit the hound Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing Why do we feel so good when our woman wear her evenin' gown Why do I feel so good when my baby get her evening gown Must be the same old thing that makes the preacher throw his bible down Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same old thing that makes the tomcats fight all night Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing The whole world fightin' 'bout the same thing |
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