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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 drink1 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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I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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| 2:59 |
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Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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| 2:32 |
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Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word
Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done, what evil has the poor girl heard Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you broke my windin' chain Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you have broke my windin' chain And you taken my lovin', and you give it to your other man And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall But boys, my needles have got rusty, and it will not play at all Beatrice, I love my phonograph mmm, babe and I'm bound to lose my mind Beatrice, I love my phonograph, and I'm 'bout to lose my mind Why'n't1 you bring your clothes back home, baby, and try me one more time Now my phonograph, mmm, babe, it won't say a lonesome word My little phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word What evil I have done, what evil have the poor girl heard Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home I wanna wind your little phonograph, just to hear your little motor moan |
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| 2:57 |
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Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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| 2:30 |
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I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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| 2:52 |
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| 2:35 |
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I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree And now you hear me howlin', baby, hmm hmm mmm, down on my bended knee I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many years, I know I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many long years, I know And some cream puff's usin' my money, ooh well, babe, but that'll never be no more You can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time ooh hoo ooo, you can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time Well, boys, she get ramblin' in her brain, hmm mmm mmm, some monkey man on her mind I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm a steady rollin' man, and I roll both night and day Well I don't have no sweet woman, hmm mmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way |
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| 2:22 |
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From four until late, I was wringing my hands and cryin' (2x)
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hours' ride (2x) A man is like a prisoner, and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers (2x) It cause so many men, wear an apron over-all From four until late, she get with a no good bunch and clown (2x) Now she won't do nothin', but tear a good man's reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell (2x) And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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| 2:14 |
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Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be
Mmm mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Eee hee eee, gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Well, a man don't need a woman, hoo, fair brown, that he got to give all his money to Everybody say she got a mojo, now, she's been usin' that stuff Mmmm, mmmm, everybody says she got a mojo, 'cause she been usin' that stuff But she got a way trimmin'1 down, hoo, fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough Now little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen Ooo eee, since I am the king baby, and you is a queen Let's us put our heads together, hoo, fair brown, then we can make our money green |
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I keep drinkin' malted milk1, try'n to drive my blues away
I keep drinkin' malted milk, try'n to drive my blues away Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin', as the flowers is in May Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head And I have a funny, funny feelin', and I'm talkin' all out my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Keep on stirrin' my malted milk mama, until I change my mind My door knob keeps on turnin', it must be spooks around my bed My door knob keeps on turnin', must be spooks around my bed I have a warm, old feelin', and the hair risin' on my head |
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I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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| 2:22 |
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Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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| 2:16 |
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Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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And I followed her to the station, with a1 suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station, with a1 suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind Well, the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind All my love's in vain Ou hou ou ou ou, hoo, Willie Mae Oh oh oh oh oh hey, hoo, Willie Mae Ou ou ou ou ou ou hee vee oh woe All my love's in vain |
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