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Some folks the're always crying
Crying their mean old blues Not Me, you never even see me frown. Some folks just walk around tryin' Tryin' hard love to loose, But I felt let it come the better let it burn I'm the happiest gal in the town Easy come easy go Nothing ever worries me, Care for none, eyes of stone Don't know misery. If my man be trouble, Or if he don't I'll get someone to love me anytime you want Easy come easy go Right from my head to my shoes Don't wanna be no skinny vamp or nothing like that Daddy always knows just where his sweet Mama's at I'm overflowin' with those easy come, easy go blues. He'll swallows me up, when he's lovin; hear what I've said Believe me I go out to lick him 'most everyday I'm overflowin' with those easy come, easy go blues. |
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If you catch me stealin', I don't mean no harm
If you catch me stealin', I don't mean no harm It's a mark in my family and it must be carryin' on I got nineteen men and won't want more I got nineteen men and won't want more If I had one more I'd let that nineteen go It's hard to love another woman's man It's hard to love another woman's man You catch him when you want him, you got to catch him when you can Have you ever seen a peaches grow on sweet potato vine?? Have you ever seen a peaches grow on sweet potato vine ?? Just step in my backyard and take a peep at mine I'm gonna tell you, daddy, like Solomon ?told the Jew I'm gonna tell you, daddy, like Solomon told the Jew If you don't like-ee me, I sure don't like-ee you |
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Hey boweavil, don't sing them blues no more
Hey boweavil, don't sing them blues no more Boweavil's here, boweavil's everywhere you go I'm a lone boweavil, been out a great long time I'm a lone boweavil, been out a great long time For to sing this song, to ease boweavil's troublin' mind I don't want no sugar, put into my tea I don't want no sugar, put into my tea The mens are so evil, I'm scared they might poison me I went down town I bought myself a hat I brought it back home I laid it on the shelf I looked in my bedroom Tired sleepin' by myself I'm tired sleepin' by myself |
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Dixie moonlight, Swanee shore
Headed homebound just once more To my Mississippi delta home Southland has that grand garden spot Although you believe or not I hear those breeze a-whispering: "Come on back to me" Muddy water 'round my feet Muddy water in the street Just God don't shelter Down on the delta Muddy water in my shoes Reeling and rocking to them lowdown blues They live in ease and comfort down there I do declare Been away a year today To wander and roam I don't care it's muddy there But see it is my home Got my toes turned Dixie way 'Round the delta let me lay My heart cries out for muddy water |
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My heart is sad and I'm all alone
my man's treating me mean I regret the day that I was born And the man I ever seen My happiness is less today My heart is broke, that's why I say Lord, a good man is hard to find You always get another kind Just when you think that he's your pal You look and find him foolin' 'round some old gal Then you rave, you all crave You want to see him in his grave So if your man is nice, take my advice; Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night Give him plenty lovin'; treat your good man right Oh, a good man is so hard to find We always get that roughed old kind Just when you think that he's your pal You like and find him hangin' 'round some old gal Then you rave, how you crave You wanna see him dead layin' in his grave So if your man is nice, take my advice Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night Give him plenty love madam, treat your man right 'Cause a good man nowadays sure is hard to find |
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"Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin.
Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin. If this place gets raided, it's just me and my gin. Don't try me nobody, oh, you will never win. Don't try me nobody 'cause you will never win. I'll fight the army, navy just me and my gin. Any bootlegger sure is a pal of mine. Any bootlegger sure is a pal of mine. 'Cause a good ol' bottle o' gin will get it all the time. When I'm feeling high ain't nothing I won't do. When I'm feeling high ain't nothing I won't do. Get me full of liquor and I'll sure be nice to you. I don't want no pork and I don't need no beer. I don't want no pork and I don't need no beer. I don't want no porkchop just give me gin instead." |
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Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave You gotta give me some, yes give me some Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me someSaid mister Jones to old butcher Pete, I want a piece of your good old meat You gotta give me some, oh give me some I crave your round steak, you gotta give me someSweet as candy in a candy shop Is just your sweet sweet lollypop You gotta give me some, please give me some I love all day suckers, you gotta give me someTo the milkman I heard Mary scream Said she wanted a lots of cream You gotta give me some, oh give me some Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me someHear my cryin' on my bended knees If you wanna put my soul at ease You gotta give me some, please give me some Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me someSeeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump Said I'm going crazy about your hump You've got to give me some, please give me some I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me someJaybird said to the peckerwood, I like to peck like a pecker should But give me some, yes give me some I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some |
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Tired of bein' lonely, tired of bein' blue
I wished I had some good man, to tell my troubles to Seem like the whole world's wrong Since my man's been gone I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little hot dog on my roll I can stand a bit of lovin', oh so bad I feel so funny, I feel so sad I need a little steam-heat on my floor Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go What's the matter hard papa Come on and save your mama's soul 'Cause I need a little sugar, in my bowl, doggone it I need a some sugar in my bowl I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little hot dog between my rolls You gettin' different, I've been told Move your finger, drop something in my bowl I need a little steam-heat on my floor Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go Get off your knees, I can't see what you're drivin' at It's dark down there looks like a snake! C'mon here and drop somethin' here in my bowl Stop your foolin' and drop somethin' in my bowl |
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"Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together its just so right They all congregate at an all night hop And what they do is Oo Bop Bee Dap Oh Hannah Brown from way cross town Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down And at the break of day You can hear ol' Hannah say 'Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer. Send me again. I don't care. I feel just like I wanna clown. Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down! He's gotta rhyme, yeah! When he stomps his feet. He sends me right off to sleep. Check all your razors and your guns. We gonna be arrested when the wagon comes. I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer. Send me cause I don't care. Blame me cause I don't care. Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer. Send me again, I don't care. I feel just like I wanna clown. Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down. He's got rhyme, Yeah, when he stomps his feet. He sends me right off to sleep. Check all your razors and your guns. Do the Shim-Sham Shimmy 'til the rising sun. Give me a reaper and a gang of gin. Play me cause I'm in my sin. Blame me cause I'm full of gin.'" |
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