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If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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| 3:24 | ||||
I get later on in the evenin' time, I feel like, like blowin' my horn
I woke up this mo'nin, find my, my little baby gone, hmm Later on in the evenin', main man, I feel like, like blowin' my horn Well I, woke up this mo'nin' baby, find my little baby gone A well now, some folks say they worry, worry blues ain't bad Well that's a misery ole feelin', honey now, well gal, I most ever had Some folks tell me, man I did worry, the blues ain't bad That's a misery feelin' child, I most, most ever had Well, brooks run into the ocean, ocean run in, into the sea Brook run into the ocean, child, ocean run into the sea Well, if I don't find my baby now, well gal, you gonna have to bury me If I don't find my baby somebody gonna, gonna bury me, um-hm Yes, minutes seem like hours an hours seem like days Seems like my baby would stop her, her lowdown ways, hey Yes, seem like my woman now, well gal, she might stop her lowdown ways Well now I'm, I'm leavin' this mo'nin' if I had-a, whoa ride the blind Minutes seem like hours child, an hours seem like days I feel mistreated girl you know now, I don't mind dyin' Yeah, been mistreated baby now, baby an I don't mind dyin Leavin' this mo'nin, tell ya I had-a now ride the blind |
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| 3:13 | ||||
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| 2:33 | ||||
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while Well, you know I went to a gypsy woman to have my fortune told She say, "You better go back home son and peep through your, your key hole" You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while Well, now, you know I went back home, I took the gypsy woman as she said I peeped through my keyhole and there was another man laying in my bed You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while |
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