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My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe
Oh yeah she don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh yeah she don't stand no cheatin', She don't stand none of that midnight creepin' My babe, true little baby, my babe My babe, I know she love me, my babe Oh yes, I know she love me, my babe Oh yes, I know she love me, She don't do nothin' but kiss and hug me My babe, true little baby, my babe - solo - My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh no, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe Oh no, she don't stand no cheatin', Ev'rything she do she do so pleasin' My babe, true little baby, my babe My baby don't stand no foolin', my babe Oh yeah, she don't stand no foolin', my babe Oh yeah, she don't stand no foolin', When she's hot there ain't no coolin' My babe, true little baby, my babe She's my baby (true little baby) ... |
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| 2. |
| 2:44 |
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It could be a spoonsful of diamonds,
Could be a spoonful of gold, Just a little spoon of your precious love, Satisfies my soul. Men lies about little, Some of them cries about little, Some of them dies about little, Everything fight about little spoonful. It could be a spoonful of coffee, Could be a spoonful of tea, But a little spoon of your precious love, Good enough for me. Men lies about that, Some of them dies about that, Some of them cries about that, But everything fight about that spoonful. That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. It could be a spoonsful of water, Saved from the deserts sand, But one spoon of them fortifies. Save you from another man. Men lies about that, Some of them cries about that, Some of them dies about that, Everybody fightin' about that spoonful. That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. |
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| 3. |
| 2:51 |
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The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born I got a boy child's coming He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about 'Cause you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny Concheroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world'll know The hoochie coochie man But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors said He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars Don't you mess with me But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here |
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| 3:15 |
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It's just one thing baby
I'm asking you to do It's just one little thing baby I'm asking you to do Please give me back your key to your door I called the little girl about a quarter after nine I called the little girl one morning about a quarter after nine The landlady say I'm sorry, she's not in at the present time I called my baby back about fifteen after four I called my baby back fifteen after four I said darling, would you please give me back the key to your door |
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| 2:50 | 
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| 2:43 |
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| 3:05 |
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Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, but you've been talkin' to someone else I called your mama, 'bout three or four nights ago I called your mama, 'bout three or four nights ago Your mama said, "Son, don't call my daughter no more" Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, but you've been takin' money from someone else Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time You've been gone away so long, I'm just about to lose my mind |
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| 3:05 |
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In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you I wonder if you still remember All the things we used to do One little song For a fading memory One little song For a fading memory Of the one I really love The only one for me |
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| 9. |
| 3:01 |
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| 10. |
| 2:48 |
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I'm goin' down in Louisiana,
Baby, behind the sun. I'm goin' down in Louisiana, Baby, behind the sun. Well, you know I just found out My trouble just begun. |
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