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I'm a tired man
I ain't got time to play Yeah ya know, I'm a tired man, tired man You know I ain't got time to play You know I'll always love ya baby You know I'll love you ev'ry night and ev'ry night and ev'ry day I have to fix my breakfast and dinner, baby I have to do it ev'ry day Yes, I'm gonna fix my breakfast and dinner, woman I have to do it ev'ry day When I come home from work You know I got to watch your, watch your T.V. play I'm a tired man You know I ain't got time to play Yeah, you know I'm a tired man, tired man, tired man I ain't got time to play I want you to know I'm still lovin' you baby Ev'ry night and ev'ry day |
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<Watching you watching you all the time
Watching you watching you all the time Watching you destroy yourself now honey All you wanna do is laying around drinking wine You're worrying me baby I'm sitting here wondering what in the world can I do You're worrying me baby I'm sitting here wondering what in the world can I do You see I'm going a little crazy I just can't stand to see the world destroy you I'm taking you to the doctor Even the doctor knoww what's going wrong in your head I'm taking you you to the doctor Even the doctor knows what's going wrong in your head If you keep drinking that wine now baby Even the grass that's growing on your grave is gonna be cherry red.> |
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Call my job
Tell the boss, I won't be in I said, call my job To tell my boss, I won't be in Oh, you can tell him I'm sick Tell him anything But I just had too much weekend 'Cause Saturday night I caught the horses And today I got a 1000 bugs I said, sadly l caught the horses And today I got a 1000 bugs Oh, you look so good to me this morning, darling Girl, I ain't thinking about gettin' up After Friday, Saturday and Sunday I don't want to go to work, Lord, no I said, after Friday, Saturday and Sunday You know I don't want to go to work, no no After that long weekend, darling I don't wanna do a thing but lay around with you Take the phone off the hook Put a note on the door too I don't want to do a thing But spend this time with you Call my job And tell the boss, I won't be in 'Cause my head is in a spin, girl I've had too much weekend |
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Well it's three o'clock in the morning' ya'll
Oh, and I'm biding my time Give me two more Mr. Waiter You know I got a whole lot on my mind Going back to Louisiana, To that girl left behind I been to Memphis baby, I been to Kansas City too Never met a woman who could love me like you do Going back to Louisiana, To that girl I left behind Yeah, she's my kind of woman ya'll She's just my size Knocks me out the way she looks me in the eyes Going back to Louisiana, To that girl I left behind She used to live in Shreveport, But then she moved Bet you ten to one she's going to Baton Rouge I'm gonna look her up, if you know what I mean If I have to go as far as New Orleans Been fine talking to ya honey but, You know that I Got to find my baby, got to move on down the line Going back to Louisiana, To that girl I left behind She used to live in Shreveport, But then she moved Bet you ten to one she's going to Baton Rouge I'm gonna look her up, if you know what I mean If I have to go as far as New Orleans Been fine talking to ya honey but, You know that I Got to find my baby, got to move on down the line Going back to Louisiana, To that girl I left behind Oh, yeah, I'm going back to Louisiana To that girl I left behind |
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(Elmore James)
I'm gettin' up early mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gettin' up early mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom The gal I love But my friend can have my room I'm calling up a China man I'm gonna case my lover out I'm calling up a China boy I'm gonna call him up everywhere If she ain't in Ethiopia Then she must have been in Georiga somewhere I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe, I believe my time ain't long I'm gonna leave my babe And break up my happy home |
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