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| 1. |
| 5:41 | 
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Well he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked me down but I'm on my feet Now I'm so much wiser I'd rather quit and go back home Than to deal with the money miser Let's cry for this bad man I sing a song for the bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well I work seven days a week Eight when I am able When you take money from me you take food from my mama's table Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby you know who you are Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man way down in Georgia Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way its supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me Well, when you take my money baby when you hurt my family I go walkin' through the swamps without no shoes Step on a snake it scares you Let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man BR)Oh let's cry for this bad man I wrote a song for the bad man Oh baby straight to you He's so bad, so bad |
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| 2. |
| 5:35 |
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Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes (Chorus) Its a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes (Chorus) Hand guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me |
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| 3. |
| 4:02 |
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I asked the wiseman one sunny day
Can you help me find my way You're so much older and wiser too Would you help me mr wiseman I'm feelin' blue Oh I'm not satisfied He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl You got stacks of money to sky up above Now all you need is to find you a love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh mr wiseman I need to find my love You can have anything in this god's world But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl Now you can be happy boy if you try Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love He sent me searchin' to find my love He sent me searchin' , I said Lord up above He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove And she'll tell you where to find your love Oh Lord, he sent me searchin' |
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| 4. |
| 4:26 |
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Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around
My baby's got a man, lord way across town Its the same old story Tell me where will it end Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again Well I wrote you a letter, must have read it wrong Stood at the doorway and baby you was gone Took a lot of courage To let the telephone ring I got the same old blues, same old blues again Well you gave me the business, though I didn't mind 'Cause I got a lot of patience, Lord got a lot of time Its the same old story Tell me where will it end I got the same old blues, same old blues again Here come my blues Gonna find me a mountain and gonna hide out Ain't talkin' to you babe, Lord I ain't comin' back Well I heard that rumor, tell where will it end I got the same old blues, same old blues again Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around My baby's got a man, lord way across town Its the same old story Tell me where will this end Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again I got the same old blues, same old blues again I got the blues... same old blues |
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| 4:13 |
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Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh, put 'em back... where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way (chorus) Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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| 6. |
| 7:52 |
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Train, roll on, on down the line.
Won't you, please, take me far away. Now I feel the wind blow outside my door. Means I'm, I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Oh, my baby's gone with the wind. And I don't know, oh, where I'm going. I just want to be left alone. When this train ends I'll try again Oh, I'm leaving my woman at home. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train, roll on, Tuesday's gone. Train, roll on many miles from my home. See I'm, I'm riding my blues away, yeh. Tuesday, you see, she had to be free. Lord, but somehow I've got to carry on. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. Tuesday's gone with the wind. My baby's gone with the wind. Train, roll on, Tuesday's gone. Train, roll on 'cause my baby's gone.. I'm riding my blues away, baby Ride on train, ride my blues away...... Turn around my blues Ride on, train, ride on, train Riding my blues, babe Come back to me, babe Come back to me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh train.. |
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| 4:47 |
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Thirty days, lord and thirty nights I'm comin' home on an airplane flight Mama waitin' at the ticket line Tell me son why do you stand there cryin' It was the needle and the spoon And a trip to the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick and tired Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said You better quit, son before your dead Quit the needle. Quit the spoon Quit the trip to the moon We gonna take you away. Lord, we gonna take you away [Spoken:] It was the needle and the spoon I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say You'll have your chance to hit it some day Don't mess with the needle or a spoon Or any trip to the moon It'll take you away Lord, their gonna bury you boy Don't mess with the needle Now I know, I know, I know... |
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| 10:08 | 
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| 9. |
| 7:13 |
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Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the southland. I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow. * Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you. In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor. Now we all did what we could do. Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth. Repeat * (Solo) Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they ve been known to pick a song or two. Lord, they get me off so much, They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you. Repeat *(twice) |
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| 12:47 |
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If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me For I must be traveling on now There's too many places I've got to see If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, and the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Bye-bye babe, it's been sweet, love 'Though this feeling I can't change But please don't take this so badly 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame But if I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh, and the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change Lord help me I can't change |
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