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I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time
I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know, the gypsy carried me down on Rampart Street I seen everybody that I wanted to meet She said, "Hey Johnny., stop and listen to me, "They got somethin' that knock you off a your feet Its called the mojo boogie Its called that Mojo boogie "They call it mojo boogie, begin to slide on down" I thought she was teachin' me a brand new way I said, "Gypsy, tell me, tell me what to say" "Got the Louisiana boogie, and other kinda things, They even got the thing they call the mojo hand "They got the mojo boogie "Its called that Mojo boogie "You know that mojo boogie, begin to slide on down" I got me a mojo man and sure is crazy The gypsy forgot to tell me, just how to operate it I went to a night club, I was squeezing it tight I know that was the cause of all the people startin' to fight It was the mojo boogie Must-a been that Mojo boogie It was the mojo boogie, begin to slide on down Yeah, it was the Mojo Boogie Must have been that Mojo Blues It was that Mojo Boogie Gotta be that Mojo Boogie It was that Mojo Boogie, begin to slide on down |
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Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place
The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really want to see She little and cute, she's young and wild I just want to hold her in my arm for a little while So that the Tin Pan Alley blues will let me be Let me be 'Cause [Incomprehensible] If you only would agree You see I love you for yourself Your just the kind of women That don't seam to care Tin Pan Alley, baby must be your home Well, nothing down there, baby But blood and bones Yes, yes Tin Pan Alley, it's way across town People like to kick the dog When the sun goes down Tell you baby Please make it up in your mind Because a women like you darling Is sure hard to find |
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I went out and got married
Thought I'd live a happy life But before i could settle down Another man had stole my wife Sound the bell , Yes I feel so sad Nobody knows , The troubles I had If you see my woman Won't you tell her from me That she left me crying And my heart 's in misery Sound the bell , Yes I feel so sad Nobody knows , The troubles I had Solo You may think I'm crazy But i will never love again I'm going back home to my mama Cause she's my only friend Sound the bell , Yes I feel so sad Nobody knows , The troubles I had Nobody knows , The troubles I had Nobody knows , The troubles I had |
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Lord knows I've tried
To do what's right Five long years I've stayed home Both day and night I gotta a long trouble Over yonder Way up there I heard a mean Always in trouble Lord they just won't let me be People talk about me Both night and day I said, Lord please forgive them And go the other way I smell a long trouble Way over yonder way up there a mean Whoooh Always in trouble Lord, they just won't let me be Won't let me be But from now on I will not run and hide Gonna face trouble with a smile And hope it pass me by I gotta long trouble Way over yonder way up there a mean Whoh, always in trouble Lord, they just won't let me be Ah, Lord, they won't let me be Oh, from now on I will not run and hide Gonna face trouble with a smile And hope it pass me by I gotta long trouble Way over yonder way up there a mean Whoh, always in trouble They just won't They just won't They just won't They just won't let me be Oooh, yea-a-a-a |
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Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree Got me accused of murder I ain't harmed a man Got me accused of forgery I can't even write my name Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree Got me accused of taxes I ain't got a dime Got me accused of children And ain't nary one of them was mine Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree |
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It's your time now baby
Ohh but it's gonna be mine after awhile I said it's your time right now baby Lord but it's gonna be mine after awhile You know you know if things don't change I'm gonna move on down She stayed out last night And do you know she just walked in The girl is gettin' ready She's going back out again I said just wait one minute Just before you go She didn't even look at me She just turned and walked out the door It's your time, it's your time, it's your time right now Ohh, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta feelin' Ohh it's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna be my time after awhile I got a look through my window And guess what I seen My baby sat with another man In a long black limosine I said it's your time, it's your time Yes you know I, you know I got that feelin' woman Baby it's gonna be my time after awhile I just wanna talk to my baby And here's what I wanna say Go ahead on and mistreat me But every every dog got his day wow Somebody better come here and get me baby I just want to talk to my baby |
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