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| 4:30 | 
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I'm Yours And I'm Hers
You know I'm yours and I'm hers Somebody else's too, oh yeah You know I'm yours and I'm hers Somebody else's too You know I'm two-times seven mamas, ah Do just what I wanna do Let me, baby, let me squeeze her Well man, I'm lost uptown Let me, let me squeeze her Well man, I'm lost uptown (I wanna squeeze my baby) 'Cause you know I'm a stranger I wanna know what's going down Want to take you with me Want you-all to understand Ah, this mama, gonna tell ya, mama Want you-all to understand You know I can love you, mama Better than your steady man |
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| 2. |
| 5:15 |
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Man, be careful with a fool. you know, someday he may get smart
Man, be careful with a fool. you know, someday he may get smart He will treat you so cool and chilly, till he hurt you to your heart Yeah, you know Hate to remember, oh, what a fool I used to be, ha, ha! Man, I hate to remember how foolish I used to be The way I used to love you, baby, how bad it's gonna be You know, I used to cry 'bout you, baby, ha! You know, I'd-a walk the streets a-late at night Used to cry about ya, a-walk the streets, a-late at night If you love me just a little bit, baby, why in the world don't you treat me right? Ah, yeah Oh, yeah Yeah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah, baby! Uh, fin'lly over, baby, whoa, I believe this is the end, ah, ah, yeah, well! Fin'lly over, baby, oh, I believe this-a is the end, ah I want to tell you my baby, to forgive me for my sin |
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| 2:45 |
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Goin' back to Dallas, take my razor and my gun
Goin' back to Dallas, man, take my razor and my gun, oh yeah Lots of people lookin' for trouble, man, sure gonna give 'em some I believe old Dallas, man, is the meanest town I know I believe that Dallas, man, is the meanest town I know Because you're not safe in Dallas, I don't care where you go You know that I ain't evil, just wanna have some fun There's so much shit in Texas, I'm bound to step in some Goin' back to Dallas, take my razor and my gun If there are people lookin' for trouble, sure gonna give 'em some I load up my revolver, sharpen up my knife Some redneck messin' with me man, I'm bound to have his life Down to Dallas, take my razor and my gun Man, people there lookin' for trouble, sure gonna give 'em some |
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| 3:52 |
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She's a mean mistreater
She mistreat me all the time She's a mean mistreater Little gal mistreat me all the time I just had to quit you, baby Heavy on my mind She's a mean mistreater And she don't mean me no good She's a mean mistreater And she don't mean me no good I don't blame you, baby I'd be the same way if I could Remember the Monday morning You were laid out across my bed Drinkin' moonshine, baby And talking all out of your head Remember, remember, baby When you were layin' out across my bed You know you were drinkin' moonshine, baby And talking all out your head Oh yeah And you're lonesome, baby When you're stupid by yourself The one you love will never settle down And you're lonesome and you're lonesome When you're sleeping by yourself The one you're in love with Goes to lovin' someone else |
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| 5. |
| 3:29 |
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(Don't mess up slut and I won't either 1-2-3-4)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah I've been in Texas, I've been on the run I've been in Texas, I've been on the run I'm going to Leland, Mississippi, mama You all know that's where I come from Right down on the Delta, man Well, I'm alone, baby, I'm free free from my home Well, I'm alone, I'm free from my home You know I was sittin' right down people On my daddy's cotton farm Come hear, baby, let your long hair down Ah, come here, woman, let your hair down I want you to love me with a feeling'Cause I'm Mississippi bound The best woman, the best waist in town The best woman, the best waist in town Oh yeah You'll never keep me woman 'Cause I have a travellin' mind |
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| 2:43 |
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Good morning little schoolgirl, good morning little schoolgirl
Can I go home with, can I go home with you I'll tell your mother and your father, I'm a little schoolboy too Gonna buy me an airplane, gonna buy me an airplane Gonna fly all over, gonna fly all over town, all over town, yes If I don't find my little schoolgirl, ain't gonna set my airplane down ah, yeah Good morning little schoolgirl, ah, I remember way back, I remember way back When I was twelve, baby when I was twelve years old You know I was looking for a schoolgirl just to, eat my jelly roll, yeah G, good morning little schoolgirl, good morning little schoolgirl Can I go home with, can I go home with you, ah, yeah Tell your mother and your father, I'm a little schoolboy, yes a schoolboy |
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| 3:38 |
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When you gotta good friend
Let her stay right by your side When you gotta good friend Let her stay right by your side Give all your spare time to her And treat her right I'm as true to my baby And I can't see no reason why Lord, man, I can't see no reason why Every time I think about it I hang my head and cry Lord, I may be right or wrong Hey and I may be right or wrong Watch your close friends, baby Enemies can't do you no wrong There ain't but one thing, baby That makes me drink Say that you don't love me, Lord I begin to think Gotta good friend Let her stay right by your side God, give her all your spare time Love and treat her right Lord, Lord, down at the riverside Go on, go on down at the riverside No, you won't be my old lady Man, 'til I get satisfied You know I may be right or wrong Little girl, I may be right or wrong Watch your close friends, baby And your enemies can't do you no harm |
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| 4:44 | 
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| 2:57 |
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Every married woman, I believe
Has to have some backdoor friend Every married woman, you know, She has some backdoor friend When you are gone, yeah darlin' He comes slippin' in Ain't no married woman that's gonna Treat nobody right, Ain't no married woman that's gonna Treat nobody right She lay around with a cute man all day And's pretty sick of her husband at night You know you make it to your house Knock on your front door Run around the back, I'll believe You'll catch him there Just before he goes 'round the corner Every married woman, you know, Has some backdoor friend You know when you walk out Yeah, man, he comes slippin' in |
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| 1. |
| 5:05 |
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| 2. |
| 4:58 |
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(Don't mess up slut and I won't either 1-2-3-4)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah I've been in Texas, I've been on the run I've been in Texas, I've been on the run I'm going to Leland, Mississippi, mama You all know that's where I come from Right down on the Delta, man Well, I'm alone, baby, I'm free free from my home Well, I'm alone, I'm free from my home You know I was sittin' right down people On my daddy's cotton farm Come hear, baby, let your long hair down Ah, come here, woman, let your hair down I want you to love me with a feeling'Cause I'm Mississippi bound The best woman, the best waist in town The best woman, the best waist in town Oh yeah You'll never keep me woman 'Cause I have a travellin' mind |
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| 3. |
| 10:55 |
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Lord my mother she done told me and my father done told me
My father told me too, yeah my mother she done told me And my father done told me, my father told me too, it's a mean old town to live in by yourself Yeah, work for a dollar or several thousand, could not save a dime You know I worked for a dollar, or several thousand, man couldn't save a dime Ain't nobody worried and there isn't nobody's crying Yeah, I got my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash Lord I try to get my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash It's those great big smiles to keep us out of that trash So I packed up my suitcase and I move on down, hit that lonesome road You know I packed up my suitcase and I hit that lonesome, move on down I'm still crying to make it when the day was done |
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| 14:45 |
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| 6:10 |
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| 10:41 |
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| 7. |
| 6:51 |
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Tell the truth
Tell the truth You know you can make me do what you want me to Tell the truth Tell the truth You know you can make me do what you want me to Loving you, feelings started But, I'm goin' to stop it If I could, I surely would I would roll up around you If I thought it would do any good Tell the truth Tell the truth Well you know you can make me do what you want me to (bridge) Loving you, feelings started But, I'm goin' to stop it If I could, I surely would I would roll up around you If I thought it would do any good Why don't you tell the truth Tell the truth Well you know you can make me do what you want me to Whooah, come on, tell the truth, now (tell the truth) And I know, I know, baby (tell the truth) Every day, every night (tell the truth) Whooah, hold me tight (tell the truth) And I know, and I know (tell the truth) You 'oughta, you 'oughta (tell the truth) Stop Lying (tell the truth) Stop Lying, whooh (tell the truth) Whoooh (tell the truth) Whoooh (tell the truth) Oh baby (tell the truth) Now tell the truth (tell the truth) Every day of your life, tell the truth little girl (tell the truth) What about that man you were with last night (tell the truth) I want to know (tell the truth) Come on baby (tell the truth) Hey hey (tell the truth) Every day of your life, you 'oughta (tell the truth) |
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| 8. |
| 5:36 |
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Jonny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go, Go, Go Jonny Go, Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Johnny B Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, Struming with the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play Go, Go, Go Jonny Go, Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Jonny B. Good His mama told him someday he would be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday his name would be in lights Saying Jonny B. Good tonight. Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Go Go Go Jonny Go Go Jonny B. Good |
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