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I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk
I aint see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk Im going back to Memphis babe, where Ill have much better luck Lookout Mama you know you asked me to be your King She said you kiddin man, if you want it, keep it hid But please dont let my husband, my main man catch you here Please dont let my main man, my husband catch you here The blues are mushed up into three different ways One said go the other two said stay I woke up this mornin with the blues three different ways You know one say go "baby I want to hang up", the other two said stay Lead 1 Wake up mama I got something to tell you You know Im a man who love to sing the blues Now you got to wake up baby, mama now, I got something; I got something to tell you Well you know Im the man, oh yes and I love to sing the blues Come on baby, Come on Lead 2 I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk, you know I aint see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I go home baby and I lay down on the lawn |
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Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door? You know I woke up in the mornin', now, I had them Statesboro Blues I woke up this morning now, I had them Statesboro Blues I looked over in the corner, grandma and grandpa had 'em too Mama got 'em, papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild, wild, wild Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild Ya know I ain't good lookin', but I'll stumble on a sweet angel-child (Alt. lyric : "I'm gonna find me a sweet angel-child") Mama got 'em, (doncha know ?), papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go ? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door ? |
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[Elmore James]
I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best girl I'm lovin', now my friends can get in my room I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know If I don't find her in Mississippi, she be in East Monroe I know And I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets No I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets Man, she's a no good doney they shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe, I believe my time ain't long I ain't gonna leave my baby, and break up my happy home |
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| 3:01 |
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Got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird
Honey got a bird ... it would sing, baby got a bird Honey got a bird ... it would sing Without my Corrina, sure don't mean ..., sure don't mean a natural thing I learned to love you baby, baby for I call honey for I call your name, baby for I call Honey for I call your name, I Wouldn't Trade Your Love For Money Honey You Are My Warm Heart, Baby You Are My Warm Hearts Flame Have mercy, have mercy, baby on my hard luck Honey on my hard luck soul, baby on my hard luck Honey on my hard luck soul I got a rainbow round my shoulder Looks like silver, shines like Klondike1 gold Well I love you honey, honey tell the world, baby tell the world I do Honey tell the world I do, baby tell the world I do Ain't no woman in fourteen counties, love me baby like the way I do I got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird Honey got a bird ... it would sing, baby got a bird Honey got a bird ... it would sing Without Corrina, sure don't mean, sure don't mean a natural thing Corrina, Corrina, Corrina |
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| 3:07 |
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Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time
Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. I went on down to my fav'rit fishin' hole Baby grab me a pole an' line. Throw my pole on in, caught a nine poun' catfish Now ya' know I brought 'im home for suppertime. Provin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind, Say, can I go fishin' wi' chu? I took 'im on down to the fishin' hole Now what do you think that he did do? Pulled a great big fish out da' bottom o' da pond, Now he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Put 'im in da' pot baby put 'im in da' pan Honey cook 'im 'til he nice an' brown. Make a batch o' buttermilk, Hoe cakes Mama An' ya' chew them thangs an' ya' chomp 'em on down Singin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Play da' blues..... Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife She gonna Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, O Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Mama's goin' fishin, And the baby goin' fishin' too |
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