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| 3:07 | ||||
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand, Well, I'm callin' that Captain, "Turn a-loose my man." Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. When you gets up in the morning, when that big bell ring. You go marching to the table, you meet the same old thing. Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan. And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right, And you better not squabble and you better not fight. Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down. You can bet your bottom dollar that you're Sugarland bound. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. Well, jumping Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl. She brought jumping to this whole round world. Well, she brought it in the morning just a while before day. Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead. That started me to grieving, whooping, hollering, and crying. And I began to worry about my very long time. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. |
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| 3:04 | ||||
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| 3:47 | ||||
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| 4:08 | ||||
You don't know my, don't know me,
You don't know my mind, hey daddy, You don't know me, you don't know my mind, When you see me laughin', I'm laughin' just to keep from cryin'. You don't know my, don't know me, You don't know my way, hey papa, You don't know me, you don't know my way, When I say get out of here, Maybe that's just the time to stay. You don't know my, don't know me, You don't know my name, hey, hey, You just don't know me, you don't know my name, When I say I'm comin', I may be leaving just the same. You don't know my, don't know me, You don't know my way, You don't know me, you just don't know my way, Hey I say come tomorrow, Maybe I mean today. Oh, you don't know my, don't know me, And you never will, hey daddy, You don't know me and you never will, If you bother me, you know, You gonna get somebody killed. Oh, you don't know me, you don't know me, Don't care if you do, hey papa, You don't know me, I don't care if you do, I can do what I want to, And I never made a fool of you. Oh you don't know me, you don't know me, Don't know me at all, hey daddy, You don't know me, you don't know me at all, When I say take it easy, Maybe that's not the time to stall. Oh you don't know me, you don't know me, You don't know my mind, You don't know me, you don't know my mind, When you see me laughin', Maybe I'm laughin' to keep from cryin'. |
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| 2:38 | ||||
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| 3:16 | ||||
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| 3:01 | ||||
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| 3:08 | ||||
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| 3:33 | ||||
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| 2:49 | ||||
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| 3:40 | ||||
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[Chorus]
Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, Oh that Rock Island Line is that road to ride, Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, If you want to ride, you got to ride it like you find it, Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line. Jesus died to save our sins--hooray to God, We're going to meet him again! [Chorus] I may be right and I may be wrong, You are going to miss me when I'm gone! [Chorus] A, B, C, W, X, Y and Z Cats in the cupboard, but they don't see me! [Chorus] |
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| 1:47 | ||||
On a Monday, I was arrested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail On a Wednesday, my trial was attested On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail Almost done, I'm almost done, almost done And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder Take these chains, these chains from around my legs Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail On Friday, my baby went a-walking On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes |
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| 2:12 | ||||
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| 2:24 | ||||
Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do? Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you? I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get outta my bed Oh I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get you outta my bed Went to eat my breakfast and The blues was all in my bread Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? Well I'm doin' alright this mornin' how are you? Well the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down Lord, the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down That's about the meagerest feelin' I done ever had Why I'm singin' good mornin', blues blues how do you do? (yeah yeah) Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yeah yeah) Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you? Sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today (hey) I sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today Yeah, your mouth's wide open You don't know what to say (I say) Goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yo yeah) Well goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (hoo yeah) Well I'm doin' alright, blues how are you? Yeeeeeaaaah! |
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| 1:33 | ||||
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| 3:15 | ||||
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun And its been the ruin of many a poor boy And me oh god im one. Im going to tell my baby sister Please dont do like i have done Please shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising sun. If I had Listened to what my Mama said I would not be here today You'd have been so young and foolish wild I let her ramble Orleans this way. Im going back to New Orleans My race is almost won Im going back to spend the rest of my life Benieth the rising sun. |
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| 2:44 | ||||
Bill Martin he was long an' slender,
Better known by bein' a bartender. Bill Martin he was long an' slender, Better known by bein' a bartender. Bill Martin he was a man whut had a very small hand He worked ev'y night at de coffee stand. Bill Martin he was a man whut had a very small hand He worked ev'y night at de coffee stand. He walked out for to borrow a gun' Something Bill Martin had never done. Ella Speed was downtown havin' her lovin' fun, Long came Bill Martin wid his Colt 41. De fust ball it entered in po' Ella's side, De nex' ball entered in her breas', De third ball it entered in her head; Dat's de ball dat put po' Ella to bed. All de young gals eome a-runnin'an'cryin', All de young gals come a-runnin'an'a-cryin', "It ain' but de one thing worry de po' gal's min'- She lef' her two lil boys behin'." De deed dat Bill Martin done' Jedge sentence: "You gonna be hung." De deed dat Bill Martin done' Jedge sentence: "You gonna be hung." They taken Bill Martin to de freight depot, An' de train come rollin' by, He wave his han' at de woman dat he love An' he hung down his head an' he cry. All you young girls better take heed' Don' you do like po' Ella Speed; Some day you will go for to have a lil fun An'a man will do you like Bill Martin done. |
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| 2:55 | ||||