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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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One summer day, she went away
She gone and left me, she gone to stay But now she gone and I can't worry Because I'm sitting on top of the world Worked all the summer, worked all the fall Had to take Christmas, in my overall But now she gone and I don't worry Sitting on top of the world Going down to the freight yard, just to meet a freight train I'm gonna leave this town, [Incomprehensible] But now she gone and I don't worry Sitting on top of the world |
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Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home.
Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?" Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?" Poor boy sews patches on his clothes, Stuffs newspaper in his shoes. I'm goin' back to Chicago, man, that's where I'm from. I'm goin' back to Chicago, man, that's where I'm from. I got so many friends in Chicago, Place just can't do me no harm. |
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Tell me, what in the world can be wrong
Tell me, what in the world can be wrong Woke up this morning Trouble knocking on my door I wonder what the trouble Big trouble at my door I wonder what the trouble Real troubles at my door Thursday morning my baby's making(?) Don't want me anymore I'll have to forget it and let this trouble pass I'll have to forget it and let this trouble pass I wonder sometimes, how long my troubles gonna last All night long, somebody knocking on my door All night long, somebody knocking on my door There ain't nothing but my troubles Can't be worried here anymore Goodbye, goodbye baby, got to go Goodbye, goodbye baby, got to go I can't lay around here, be worried with this trouble no more Trouble is knocking Trouble is knocking Trouble is knocking Trouble is knocking |
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She's hot like red pepper
Sweet like cherry wine I'm so glad she love me Love me all the time She's my little baby Sweet as she can be All this love she's got It belong to me If you hear me howlin' Callin' on my darlin' Sayin' ooh hoo, hoo hooee Every time she kiss me She make the lights go out Up early in the morning She make me jump and shout This bad love I've got Make me laugh and cry Makes me really look That I'm too young to die If you hear me howlin' Callin' on my darlin' Sayin' ooh hoo, hoo hooee Every time she kiss me She make the lights go out Up early in the morning She make me jump and shout She my little baby Sweet as she can be And all this love she's got It belong to me If you hear me howlin' Callin' on my darlin' Sayin' ooh hoo, hoo hoo Hoo hoo, hoo hooee She's hot like red pepper Sweet like cherry wine I'm so glad she loves me Love me all the time This bad love I've got Make me laugh and cry Makes me really look That I'm too young to die If you hear me howlin' Callin' on my darlin' Sayin' ooh hoo, hoo hoo Hoo hoo, hoo hooee And if you hear me howlin' Callin' on my darlin' Sayin' ooh hoo, hoo hoo Hoo hoo, hoo hooee |
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It could be a spoonsful of diamonds,
Could be a spoonful of gold, Just a little spoon of your precious love, Satisfies my soul. Men lies about little, Some of them cries about little, Some of them dies about little, Everything fight about little spoonful. It could be a spoonful of coffee, Could be a spoonful of tea, But a little spoon of your precious love, Good enough for me. Men lies about that, Some of them dies about that, Some of them cries about that, But everything fight about that spoonful. That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. It could be a spoonsful of water, Saved from the deserts sand, But one spoon of them fortifies. Save you from another man. Men lies about that, Some of them cries about that, Some of them dies about that, Everybody fightin' about that spoonful. That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. |
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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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I am a back door man.
I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but the little girls understand. When everybody's sound asleep, I'm somewhere making my midnight creep. Yes in the morning, the rooster crow. Something tell me, I got to go. I am a back door man. I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but little girls understand. They take me to the doctor. Shot full o' holes. Nurse cried, please save the soul. Killed him for murder, first degree. Judge's wife cried. Let the man go free. I am a back door man. I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but little girls understand. Stand out there. Cop's wife cried. Don't take him down. Rather be dead. Six feets in the ground. When you come home you can eat pork and beans. I eats mo' chicken any man seen I am a back door man. I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but the little girls understand |
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Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes Well, I'll come out the window, won't have time to lose. When you see me streaking by, please don't be late When you see me streaking by, please don't be late Well you runnin', though my life is at stake Well, I hope you'll see me when I come streaking by Well, I hope you'll see me when I come streaking by She got a bad old man, you know I'm too young to die I got to leave here. Get caught in... |
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Sho' look good but you don't mean a thing to me (2x)
I got a hip shakin' beauty, shake like a willow tree You went away baby, you got back a little too late (2x) I got a cool shakin' baby, shake like jello on a plate What my baby want, you know she found in my arm (2x) Every time she stop ?? , her flush hips shake like jello Oh shake it baby Shake it for me Oh shake little baby Shake it for me Oh shake little baby, do that Shake like a willow tree |
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You so sweet, you so fine,
How I wish, you was mine. Honey, I'll be your love, You'll be mine. You'll be mine. You'll be mine. You so nice, you so true, I'm so glad, I love you. Honey, I'll be your love, You'll be mine. You'll be mine. You'll be mine. Tell me pretty, pretty baby, Is you gonna try? If you said, maybe, Hang on baby til the day I die. It is true, I love you. I don't care, what you do. Honey, I'll be your love, You'll be mine. You'll be mine. You'll be mine. Tell me pretty, pretty baby, Is you gonna try? If you said, maybe, Hang on baby til the day I die. That is true, I love you. I don't care, what you do. Honey, I'll be your love, You'll be mine. You'll be mine. You'll be mine. |
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Man... You know I've been enjoyin' things that kings and queens will never have! In fact kings and queens can never get 'm. And they don't even know about it! And good times? Mmmmmmmmm-mmh!! I have had my fun, if I never get well no more Oh my health is fadin' on me, oh yes I'm goin' down slow Now looka here... I did not say I was a millionaire... But I said I have spent more money than a millionaire! Cause if I had kept all my money that I'd already spent, I would've been a millionaire a looong time ago... And women? Great Googlie-Mooglie!! Please write my mother, tell her the shape I'm in Tell her to pray for me, forgive me for my sin |
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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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Well I know
I've got a babe And I know her Love is true But you ain't seen nothing 'Til you see her, see her Do the do Do the do Shake her shoulder Take her time Mover her body Like I move mine When she's dancing You'll love her too When you see her Do the do Do the do 34 bust 22 waist Everything Right in place Cool disposition Love her too When you see her Do the do Do the do Well, well there Ain't nothing like When you see her Do the do Do the do Well I know I've got a babe And I know her Love is true But you ain't seen nothing 'Til you see her, see her Do the do Do the do |
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Well, all you girls think
The days are dawned You don't have to worry You can have your fun Take me, baby For your little boy Because three hundred pounds Of a heavenly joy This is it, this is it Look what you get You've been bending And hiding 'round behind his back And you got your man That you don't like Throw that Jack, baby Outta your mind Follow me, baby And have a real good time This is it, this is it Look what you get Hoy, hoy I'm the boy I've got three hundred pounds Of a heavenly joy I'm so glad That you understand I'm three hundred pounds Of muscle and man This is it, this is it Look what you get |
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Some folk built like this, some folk built like that
But the way I'm built, Don't you call me fat Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all that a good girl need Some folk rip and roar, some folk b'lieve in signs But if you want me baby, you got to take your time Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all the good girl need And I ain't got no diamonds, I ain't got no gold But I do have love to satisfy your soul Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all you good women need |
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I'm a taildragger
I swipes out my track When I get what I want I don't come sneakin' back When the mighty Wolf Make a midnight creep Then the hunters They can't find him Stealin' chicks Everywhere he go Then drag his tail Behind him I'm a taildragger I wipe out my track When I get what I want Well I don't come sneakin' back A cooter drags His tail in the sand A fish wiggle His tail in the water When the mighty Wolf Come along waggin' his tail He done stole Somebody's daughter I'm a taildragger I wipe out my tracks When I get what I want Well I don't come sneakin' back |
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Her lips are sweet, her legs are big
Her looks can make you dance the jig Her touch is so soft, her heart is so warm What knocks me out is your hidden charms Her voice is so soft, her love is so true I think about her, that's all I do She's weak and wanton in my arms What moves me, darling, is your hidden charms When I hold you in my arms Brings out all of your hidden charms Her kiss is so pure as the morning dew A real gone love is exciting too Her eyes that talk, they say come on What kills me, baby, is your hidden charms When I hold you in my arms Brings out all of your hidden charms |
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I should'a quit you, long time ago
I should'a quit you, baby, long time ago I should'a quit you, and went on to Mexico If I ha'da followed, my first mind If I ha'da followed, my first mind I'd'a been gone, since my second time I should'a went on, when my friend come from Mexico at me I should'a went on, when my friend come from Mexico at me I was foolin' with ya baby, I let ya put me on the killin' floor Lord knows, I should'a been gone Lord knows, I should'a been gone And I wouldn't've been here, down on the killin' floor |
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