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Gee, but it's hard to love someone
When that someone don't love you I'm so disgusted, heartbroken, too I've got those down hearted blues Once I was crazy 'bout a man He mistreated me all the time The next man I get has got To promise to be mine, all mine Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days It seems that trouble's going to follow me to my grave I ain't never loved but three men in my life I ain't never loved but three men in my life My Father, my brother and the man that wrecked my life It may be a week, it may be a month or two It may be a week, it may be a month or two But the day you quit me honey, it's coming home to you I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand I'm going to hold it until you didn't come under my command |
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| 3. |
| 3:18 |
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| 4. |
| 3:33 |
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| 5. |
| 3:22 |
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I know a triflin' man
They call him Triflin' Sam He lives in Birmingham Way down in Alabam' Now the other night He had a fight With a gal named Mandy Brown She plainly stated She was aggravated And she shouted out to him Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me I said, don't two-time me Aggravatin' papa, treat me kind or let me be I mean, just let me be It's been a while, I'll get you told Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll If you stay out with a high-brown baby I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe Aggravatin' papa, I'll do anything you say Anything you say But when you go struttin', do your strut around my way So papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and kind The way you treated me will make me lose my mind Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me Just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet I got a darn forty-four that don't repeat Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me |
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| 3:01 |
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| 7. |
| 3:22 |
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Late last night, I sold away and cried
Late last night, I sold away and cried Had the blues for Chicago, I just can't be satisfied Blues on my brain, my tongue refused to talk Blues on my brain, my tongue refused to talk I was followin' my daddy but my feet refuses to walk Mean old fireman, cruel old engineer Lord mean old fireman, cruel old engineer You took my man and left his mama standing here Big red headline, tomorrow Defender news Big red headline, tomorrow Defender news "Woman dead down home, these old Chicago blues" I said blues |
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| 8. |
| 3:33 |
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| 9. |
| 3:31 |
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My man ain't acting right, he stays out late at night?
And still he says he loves no one but me? But if I find that gal, that tries to steal my pal I'll get her told, just you wait and see?I feel blue, I don't know what to do Every woman in my fix is bound to feel blue too, 'cause?I love my man better than I love myself Lord, I love my man better than I love myself And if he don't have me, he won't have nobody else? My man's got teeth like a lighthouse on the sea? My man's got teeth like a lighthouse on the sea? And ev'rytime he smiles he throws them lights on me His voice sounds like chimes, I mean the organ kind His voice sounds like chimes, I mean the organ kind And ev'rytime he speaks his music ease my troubling mind |
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| 3:14 |
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| 11. |
| 3:24 |
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| 12. |
| 3:10 |
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| 13. |
| 3:29 |
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| 14. |
| 3:24 |
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I done pack my belong
Gonna leave my woes Goin' to a better place With a smile upon my face When that steam boat blows And that Gulf stream flows You'll hear me say goodbye Because there's a reason why The Gulf of Mexico Flows in to the Mobile Bay The Gulf of Mexico Flows in to the Mobile Bay I'm gonna let that cool stream of water Flow over my head someday Tell me mister mailman What is on your mind? Tell me mister mailman What is on your mind? If you pass my door So glad you obliged My eyes are brown My teeth are pearly white My eyes are brown My teeth are pearly white Because my skin is dark Don't mean my heart ain't right |
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| 15. |
| 3:24 |
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| 16. |
| 3:06 |
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| 17. |
| 3:14 |
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| 18. |
| 2:49 |
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| 19. |
| 3:02 |
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| 20. |
| 2:59 |
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| 21. |
| 3:16 |
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| 22. |
| 2:57 |
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| 23. |
| 2:59 |
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Now listen honey while I say
How can you tell me that you're going away? Don't say that we must part Don't break my achin' heart You know I love you true for many years Love you night and day How can you leave me Can't you see my tears? So listen while I say After you've gone And left me cryin' After you've gone There's no denyin' You'll feel blue You'll feel sad You'll miss the dearest pal You ever had There'll come a time Now don't forget it There'll come a time When you'll regret it Someday When you grow lonely Your heat will break like mine And you'll want me only After you've gone After you've gone away After you've gone Left me cryin' After you've gone There's no denyin' You'll feel blue You'll feel sad You'll miss the best pal You ever had There'll come a time Now don't forget it There'll come a time When you'll regret it Someday When you grow lonely Your heat will break like mine And you'll want me only After you've gone After you've gone away |
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| 3:18 |
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When it rained five days and the sky turned dark as night
When it rained five days and the sky turned dark as night Then trouble's takin' place in the lowlands at night I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door There's enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she wanna go Then they rowed a little boat about five miles cross the pond Then they rowed a little boat about five miles cross the pond I packed all my clothes, throwed 'em in and they rowed me along When it thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow When it thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow There's thousands of people ain't got no place to go And I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill And I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill Then looked down on the house were I used to live Backwater blues done called me to pack my things and go Backwater blues done called me to pack my things and go 'Cause my house fell down and I can't live there no more Mmm, I can't move no more Mmm, I can't move no more There ain't no place for a poor old girl to go |
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| 1. |
| 2:53 |
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| 2. |
| 3:02 |
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Oh my honey
Oh my honey You better hurry and let's go down there Ain't you goin'? Ain't you goin'? To that leaderman, ragged meter man Oh honey Oh honey Let me take you to Alexander's Grand stand brass band Ain't you coming along? Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band Come on and hear Come on and hear It's the best band in the land They can play the bugle call like you've never heard before Sounds so natural that you'll wanna go to war That's just the best band in the land Oh honey lamb Come on along Come on along Let me take you by the hand Up to the man Up to the man Who is the leader of the band And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in ragtime Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band Come on and hear Come on and hear It's the best band in the land Listen to the bugle call Just the best band in the land Oh honey lamb Come on along Come on along Let me take you by the hand Up to the man Up to the man Who is the leader of the band And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in ragtime Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band |
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| 3:04 |
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My heart is sad and I'm all alone
my man's treating me mean I regret the day that I was born And the man I ever seen My happiness is less today My heart is broke, that's why I say Lord, a good man is hard to find You always get another kind Just when you think that he's your pal You look and find him foolin' 'round some old gal Then you rave, you all crave You want to see him in his grave So if your man is nice, take my advice; Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night Give him plenty lovin'; treat your good man right Oh, a good man is so hard to find We always get that roughed old kind Just when you think that he's your pal You like and find him hangin' 'round some old gal Then you rave, how you crave You wanna see him dead layin' in his grave So if your man is nice, take my advice Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night Give him plenty love madam, treat your man right 'Cause a good man nowadays sure is hard to find |
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| 4. |
| 3:16 |
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| 5. |
| 3:25 |
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Judge, you wanna hear my plea
Before you open up your court But I don't want no sympathy 'Cause I done cut my good man's throat I caught him with a trifling Jane I warned him 'bout before I had my knife and went insane And the rest you ought to know Judge, Judge, please, Mr. Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, good Mr. Judge Let me go away from here I wanna take a journey To the devil down below I done killed my man I wanna reap just what I sow Oh, Judge, Judge, lordy, lordy, Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, hear me, Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, send me there, Judge I love him so dear I cut him with my Barlow I kicked him in the side I stood there laughing over him While he wallowed 'round and died Oh, Judge, Judge, lordy Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, please, Mr. Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, good, kind Judge Burn me, for I don't care I don't want no bumbling man To go my bail I don't want to spend no Nine and ninety years in jail So Judge, Judge, good kind Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair |
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| 3:04 |
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Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind?
Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind? Thinking about someone who has treated you so nice and kind. You'll get an old letter and you begin to read. You'll get an old letter and you begin to read. Got the blues so bad tell that man of mine I wanna be. Don't you hear me baby, knocking on your door? Don't you hear me baby, knocking on your door? Have you got the nerve to drive me from your door? Have you got the nerve to say that you don't want me no more? Have you got the nerve to say that you don't want me no more? The good book said you got to reap what you sow. Take me back baby, try me one more time. Take me back baby, try me one more time. That's the only way I can get these thinking blues off my mind. |
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| 2:53 |
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| 8. |
| 2:57 |
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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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| 10. |
| 3:16 |
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| 11. |
| 2:53 |
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| 12. |
| 2:43 |
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| 13. |
| 2:39 |
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Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave You gotta give me some, yes give me some Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me someSaid mister Jones to old butcher Pete, I want a piece of your good old meat You gotta give me some, oh give me some I crave your round steak, you gotta give me someSweet as candy in a candy shop Is just your sweet sweet lollypop You gotta give me some, please give me some I love all day suckers, you gotta give me someTo the milkman I heard Mary scream Said she wanted a lots of cream You gotta give me some, oh give me some Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me someHear my cryin' on my bended knees If you wanna put my soul at ease You gotta give me some, please give me some Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me someSeeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump Said I'm going crazy about your hump You've got to give me some, please give me some I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me someJaybird said to the peckerwood, I like to peck like a pecker should But give me some, yes give me some I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some |
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| 2:51 |
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Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, didn't have any care Took all my friends out for a mighty good time Bought bootleg whisky, champagne and wine Then I began to fall so low Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go I get my hands on a dollar again I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins 'Cause no, no, nobody knows you When you're down and out In your pocket, not one penny And as for friends, you don't have any When you finally get back up on your feet again Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt Nobody knows you when you're down and out When you finally get back upon your feet again Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend Said it's mighty strange Nobody knows you Nobody knows you Nobody knows you when you're down and out |
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| 2:55 |
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| 3:02 |
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| 17. |
| 3:12 |
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| 18. |
| 3:22 |
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| 19. |
| 3:02 |
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Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face Babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass Black Mountain people are bad as they can be Black Mountain people are bad as they can be They uses gunpowder just to sweeten their tea Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail If the jury finds him guilty, the judge'll throw they bail Had a man in Black Mountain, sweetest man in town Had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town He met a city gal, and he throwed me down I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun Lord, I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and gun I'm gonna shoot him if he stands still, and cut him if he runs Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight The bullet'll get you, if you start dodgin' too late Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze I'm out here for trouble, I've got the Black Mountain blues Note: I'm unsure of the underlined/blank lyrics-- any idea? to provide money for someone's bail is to "throw" their (they) bail. |
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| 2:53 |
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| 21. |
| 3:06 |
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| 22. |
| 2:41 |
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| 23. |
| 3:16 |
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| 24. |
| 3:16 |
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| 3:18 |
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