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Well, the rain ain't fussy about where it lands,
It'll find you hiding no matter where you stand. It's gonna rain brother, and it's gonna rain hard, When the blues comes calling with it's calling card. It ain't too funny when you'd rather die, Ain't no pleasure when that girl don't reply. To your love sick letter that you wrote in tears, About feeling so bad for a million years. Watch out brother, be alert, But whatever you do, don't show that hurt, Don't show that hurt, show that hurt. I've been subjected, I've been so distressed, Come back baby, to clean up this mess, Clean up this mess. It ain't so funny when you'd rather die, Ain't no pleasure when that girl don't reply. To your lovesick letter that you wrote in tears, About feeling so bad for a million years. Yeah, the rain ain't fussy about where it falls, It rains on one like it rains on all. But when it falls brother, it's gonna rain hard, When the blues comes calling with it's calling card. Watch out brother, be alert, Whatever you do, don't show that hurt, Don't show that hurt. |
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Well, I'm hanging round the depot boys,
Trying to get a job, I'm so sick and tired of being laid off. No silver lining, no rainbow's end, Bills in my mail-box, that's all they ever send, All they ever send. Well, I'm hanging round the corner, boys, Holding up the well, Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call. Running out of patience, running out of cool, Don't turn on the radio, I don't want to hear the news, Don't want to hear the news. Yeah... Well, you sure look good, Baby, sure look neat, Sure make sense from your head to your feet. You don't want to know me now, But you're gonna change your mind, I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style. Well, you sure look good, Baby, sure look neat, Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street. You don't want to know me now, But you're gonna change your mind, I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style. Yeahhh... Well, my motor won't run men, I'm sure it's on the blink, Ain't had no gasoline since God knows when. I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she ever gonna show? Don't keep me waiting, I got some place else to go, Some place else to go. Well, I'm hanging round the depot, boys, Can't get a job, I'm so sick and tired of being laid off. No silver lining, no rainbow's end, Blues in my mail-box. that's all they ever send, All they ever send, All they ever send. Yeahhhhh.... |
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Give me til Monday, that's only a day or two
Give me til Monday, that's only a day or two I'll pay you back with interest, if it's the last thing that I do yeah I'll pay you back with interest, if it's the last thing that I do yeah Give me til Monday, that's only a day away Give me til Monday, that's only a day away I'm down on my knees, Ive got one foot in the grave I'm down on my knees, I ve got one foot in the grave I've got the Loanshark Blues I've got the Loanshark Blues Give me an offer I can't refuse My wife needs shoes my kids must eat feel so cold, I can't feel my feet Can't get my hands on one thin dime gonna turn to a life of crime No work here, so I walk the street sign on the door, feel I'm beat I known you run Pier 15 you got a grip on all my dreams I got the Loanshark Blues the Loanshark Blues Give me an offer I can't refuse Give me til Monday, that s only a day or two Give me til Monday, that's only a day or two I'll pay you back with interest, if it's the last thing that I do I'll pay you back with interest, if it s the last thing that I do I got the Loanshark blues the Loanshark Blues Give me an offer I can't refuse The roofs got holes, see the sky can't get straight and I have tried I'm in your debt, I'm well aware I'll break the law 'cause I don't care Living on a knife edge I have been but I'm to though to just give in Moving on down with the longshore men on the docks we're locked out again I got the Loanshark Blues the Loanshark Blues Give me an offer I can't refuse I got the Loanshark Blues the Loanshark Blues Give me an offer I can't refuse |
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Well I left my home in Vicksburg and startet travelling north
Made it to New Orleans as the bus was taking off The citizens' committee was giving away the fare Saying, "If you don't like the south, boy, just ride on outta here" Ride on, ride on Red, ride on Gonna ride off to my freedom And make those Northern States my home. We made it into Shreveport, where we were supposed to eat I got myself a sandwich and ate it on the street Ride on, Louisianna Red, ride on Gonna ride on to your freedom And make those Northern States your home. We made it into Little Rock, we made another state took the whole of the U.S. army to make one school integrate Ride on, ride on Red, ride on Gonna ride on to your freedom And make those Northern States your home. Well I live here in New York and I am doing fine Have myself a ball above the Mason-Dixon line Ride on, ride on Red, ride on Gonna ride on to my freedom And make those Northern States my home. |
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I wonder who,
Will be your sweet man, When I'm gone? I wonder who, Will be your sweet man, When I'm gone? Who's gonna have to love you? Who's gonna carry your business on? I wonder who, Will be your sweet man, When I'm gone? Yeah... I wonder who, Will be your sweet man, When I'm gone? Yeah.... Who you gonna have to love you? Who's gonna carry your red house on? Oh yeah... You see my pretty girl, Walkin' on down the street, She just laughing and playing, With every man she meet. I wonder who, Will be your sweet man, When I'm gone? Who you gonna have to love you? Who's gonna carry your business on? Yes, I would marry you, But I'd marry you too soon, So I guess you're gonna have to wait, Until after your honeymoon. I wonder who, Will be your sweet man, When I'm gone? Yahh... Who you gonna have to love you? Who's gonna carry your business on? Yeah... I wonder who, Walk you home every Friday night? All right... I wonder who, Gonna walk you home every Friday night? They'll take good care of you baby, Make sure everything is just out of sight. All right... Who you gonna have to love you? Who's going to carry your business on? Who's going to carry your business on? Who's going to carry your business on? |
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Seven days of thunder eight days of rain
The feeling that I'm under Is like a ball'n chain, like a ball'n chain Just round the corner I know a store Gonna trade in my razor and bay a 44 And I'll come knocking knocking door to door The feeling in my head is like all out war All out war third world war And if they catch me and put me in the chair You can sit beside me there's plenty room to spare You are the reason I am in tis fix will you cry for me When they throw that switch throw that switch This time they'll lock me up for sure Throw away the key when they slam the door City to city town to town Seven days running Will they track me down Will they track me down |
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