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Lewis-Noah
I was born in the desert, raised in a lion's den I was born in the desert, raised in a lion's den My number one occupation, stealin' women from their monkey men. If you're ever in Memphis, better stop by Minglewood If you're ever in Memphis, better stop by Minglewood The women down there, they don't mean a man no good. I was born in the desert, raised in a lion's den I was born in the desert, raised in a lion's den My number one occupation, stealin' women from their monkey men |
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Eaton-Mills-Bigard
You ain't been blue; no, no, no. You ain't been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I sit and sigh, 'Go 'long blues'. Always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye. In the evenin' when lights are low, I'm so lonesome I could cry. 'Cause there's nobody who cares about me, I'm just a soul who's Bluer than blue can be. When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die. |
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Martin
I ain't going to marry, I ain't going to settle down, Because the man I love is Alabama bound. He broke my heart to pass the time away, Now he wants it back again, but it's too late! He promised to be faithful until the end, But I caught him making love to my best friend, You know that kind of loving won't never do! So friends of mine, take my advice, If you've been stung once, don't get stung twice; Married life is mighty sweet, But a single life personally is hard to beat; It's nice to say that you are man and wife, It's hard to find a pal who will stick through life; So if the right one ain't easy found, I ain't gonna marry or settle down. So friends of mine, take my advice, If you've been stung once, don't get stung twice; Married life is mighty sweet, But a single life personally is hard to beat; It's nice to say that you are man and wife, It's hard to find a pal who will stick through life; If the right one ain't easy found, I ain't gonna marry or settle down. |
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Traditional
Come on and take some heed Be sworn by the death of Ella Speed Come on and take some heed Be sworn by the death of Ella Speed. Now Ella Speed was downtown and she was having a lot of fun And here's the deed Bill Martin done Now Ella Speed was downtown and she was having a lot of fun And here's the deed Bill Martin done. The deed that old Bill Martin done Was commit murder with a Colt 41 Oh, the deed that old Bill Martin done Was commit murder with a Colt 41. Oh, Bill Martin he was tall and slender Better known as him being a bar tender Oh, Bill Martin he was tall and slender Better known as him being a bar tender, hey. When w've been heard that Ella Speed was dead Yeah, they were really red and red When w've been heard that Ella Speed was dead Yeah, they were really red and red. Now Ella Speed was downtown and she was having a lot of fun And here's the deed Bill Martin done Now Ella Speed was downtown and she was having a lot of fun And here's the deed Bill Martin done. |
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Autry-Whitley
I'm back in the saddle again Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the range once more Totin' my old .44 Where you sleep out every night And the only law is right Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-oh Rockin' to and fro Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-yay I go my way Back in the saddle again I'm back in the saddle again Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the range once more Totin' my old .44 Where you sleep out every night And the only law is right Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-oh Rockin' to and fro Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-yay I go my way Back in the saddle againI'm back in the saddle again Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the range once more Totin' my old .44 Where you sleep out every night And the only law is right Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-oh Rockin' to and fro Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-yay I go my way Back in the saddle again I'm back in the saddle again Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the range once more Totin' my old .44 Where you sleep out every night And the only law is right Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-oh Rockin' to and fro Back in the saddle again Whoopi-ty-aye-yay I go my way Back in the saddle again |
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Lipscomb
Sugar babe, I'm tired of you, Ain't your honey but the way you do Sugar babe, it's all over now All I want my babe to do, Make five dollars and give me two Sugar babe, it's all over now Went downtown and bought me a rope Whupped my baby till she Buzzard Lope Sugar babe, it's all over now Sugar babe, what's the matter with you? You don't treat me like you used to do Sugar babe, it's all over now Went to town and bought me a line Whupped my baby till she changed her mind Sugar babe, sugar babe, it's all over now Sugar babe, I'm tired of you Ain't your honey but the way you do Sugar babe, it's all over now |
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Haggard-Burris
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street We like livin' right, and bein' free. I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all. We don't make a party out of lovin' We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all. Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen Football's still the roughest thing on campus And the kids here still respect the college dean. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory, down at the courthouse In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. |
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Daniels
Bring me my pistol, three rounds of ball I'm gonna kill everybody, won't leave this poor boy alone Poor boy alone, poor boy alone, poor boy alone, poor boy alone. On Monday I arrested, Tuesday I was tried The jury found me guilty and I hung my head and cried Head and cried, head and cried, Lord and cried, Lord and cried. Then I asked the judge what would be my fine, Says a pick and a shovel way down Joe Brown's coal mine Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. (Coal mine...) Be light on me judge, I ain't been here before Give me 99 years, don't come back here no more No more, no more, no more, no more, my Lord Be light on me judge, I ain't been here before Give me 99 years, don't come back here no more No more, no more, my Lord. |
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McEnery
Just a ship out on the ocean, just a speck against the sky Amelia Earhart flying out that day With her partner Captain Noonan on the first day of July She fell into the ocean far away. And there's a beautiful, beautiful field Far away in a land that is fair Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart Farewell, first lady of the air. Twenty minutes later an SOS was heard The voice that came was weak but sounded brave In the shark infested waters plane came down that day And our heroes fell into a watery grave. And there's a beautiful, beautiful field Far away in a land that is fair Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart Farewell, first lady of the air. Now you've heard the story of this awful tragedy We pray that she may fly home safe again And in years to come though others blaze a trail across the sea We'll never forget Amelia and her plane. And there's a beautiful, beautiful field Far away in a land that is fair Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart Farewell, first lady of the air. |
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Memphis Jug Band
Walked up Ellum and I come down Main Tryin' to bum a nickle, just to buy cocaine Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Chorus: Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Went to Mr. Lehman's on a lope Sign in the window said: "No more coke". Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. (...chorus...) Goin' up State Street, commin' down Main Lookin' for the woman that uses cocaine. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. (...chorus...) I'se got a nickle, you'se got a dime... You buy the coke and I'll buy the wine. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. (...chorus...) The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice Takes a brown-skin woman, for my particular use. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. (...chorus...) I chew my tobacco, and I spit my juice I love my baby 'till it aint no use Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. (...chorus...) Cocaine's for horses and not for men Doctors say t'will kill you but they don't say when. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. (...chorus...) Whiff-a-ree and whiff-a-rye Gonna keep on a whiffin', boys, 'till I die. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. |
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Bennard
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it someday for a crown O that old rugged cross so despised by the world Has a wondrous attraction for me For the dear lamb of God left His glory above To bear it on dark Calvary Repeat #2 |
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Travis
I never will forget one time when I was on a little visit down home in Ebenezer, Kentucky. I was a-talkin' to an old man that had known me ever since the day I was born, and an old friend of the family. He says, "Son, you don't know how lucky you are to have a nice job like you've got and don't have to dig out a livin' from under these old hills and hollers like me and your pappy used to." When I asked him why he never had left and tried some other kind of work, he says, "Nawsir, you just won't do that. If ever you get this old coal dust in your blood, you're just gonna be a plain old coal miner as long as you live." He went on to say, "It's a habit [CHUCKLE] sorta like chewin' tobaccer." Come and listen you fellows, so young and so fine, And seek not your fortune in the dark, dreary mines. It will form as a habit and seep in your soul, 'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal. CHORUS: It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where danger is double and pleasures are few, Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine. It's a-many a man I have seen in my day, Who lived just to labor his whole life away. Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine, A man will have lust for the lure of the mines. I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll, My body will blacken and turn into coal. Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home, And pity the miner a-diggin' my bones. |
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Foster
Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay Gone are toils Of the cotton fields away Gone to the fields Of a better land, I know I hear those gentle voices callin' me Old Black Joe I'm comin', I'm comin' Though my head is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low) I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away Gone to the fields of a better land I know I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low I hear those gentle voices calling Old Black Joe |
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from Jim Kweskin - Relax Your Mind (2010)
I’m still at the door, and I’m chilled to the core
Hannah, darling baby, take me back once more Out in the snow, I’m shivering so My strings are rattling in the breezes that blow Hannah be nice, ‘cause I done not twice Let me in there child, you know I’m cold as ice From there too, I smell a chicken stew Hannah I love only you Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hannah, Hannah Hannah won’t you open that door Hannah, Hannah won’t you change your manner This is old Bill Johnson, don’t you love me no more I plead, ‘cause I need, That place behind the stove that I used to have before Now, Hannah! (knocks on guitar body) Oh, Hannah! (knocks on microphone) Why the Devil don’t you open that door Let me in please, honest I’ll freeze I’ll catch the grip again and I’m starting to freeze I’m gonna start crying, it’s a low down crime She’s singing a song about the Old Summertime Frostbit feet, my nose is like a beet Let me in there Hannah, you know I need some heat I love you still, and I always will Hannah, Oh Hannah, this is Bill Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hannah, Hannah Hannah won’t you open that door Hannah, Hannah won’t you change your manner This is old Bill Johnson, don’t you love me no more I plead, ‘cause I need, That place behind the stove that I used to have before Now, Hannah! (knocks on guitar body) Oh, Hannah! (knocks on microphone) Why the Devil don’t you open that door |
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from Jim Kweskin - Relax Your Mind (2010)
Well, bye and bye when the mornin' come
All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye Now, tossed, and I were driven on the restless sea of time Tossed was causing howling winds all succeed a bright sunshine In the land of perfect days, when the mists have rolled away We will understand it better bye and bye Well, bye and bye when the mornin' come All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye Dark trials on every hand and we cannot understand All the ways that God will lead us to that distant promised land But he guides us with his eyes and we'll follow till we die And we'll understand it better bye and bye I'm singin' now, bye and bye when the mornin' come All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye Temptation's hidden snares often takes us unawares And our hearts are made to bleed for a thoughtless word deed We wonder why it's a test when we try to do our best But we'll understand it better bye and bye Now, bye and bye when the mornin' come All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye |
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[Chorus]
Well, the cuckoo, she's a fine bird And she warbles as she flys And she never hollers, "Cuckoo" Till the fourth day of July Well, I've played cards in England And I've played cards up in Spain And I'll bet you ten dollars That I'll beat you, very next game Jack a'Diamonds, Jack a'Diamonds Well, I know you of old Well, you rob my poor pocket Of my silver and my gold Sometimes I wonder What makes women love men And sometimes I wonder What makes men love them Gonna build me a castle On the mountain so high So I can, see my Marilyn As she goes on by Chorus |
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I've traveled 'round this country wide seekin' fortune fair
Up and down the two coastlines, I've been most everywhere From Portland east, to Portland west, and back along the line I'm goin' back to the place that's best, that old hometown of mine Chorus Eight more miles to Louisville, we're comin' to my view Eight more miles on this old road and I'll never more be blue I knew someday that I'd come back, I knew it from the start Eight more miles to Louisville that's the hometown of my heart There's bound to be a gal somewhere that you love best of all Well, mine lives down in Louisville, she's long and she is tall She's the kind that you can't find ramblin' through the land I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand Chorus I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home It's a humble little shack for two, and we never more will roam The place that's right is in my sight, it's in them bluegrass hills Where gently flows the O-hi-o by place called Louisville Chorus |
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Well, I went down to a big crap game
Certainly was against my will I lost every doggone nickel I had But a greenback dollar bill The boys had a bet layin' on the floor And my buddy's point were nine When the police come they got all a'them But I got mine I got mine, lemme tell ya, I got mine I grabbed that money and out the backdoor, I went flyin' Ever since that big crap game, I been livin' on chicken and wine I'm a leader in high society, yeah, since I got mine Now I went down to a turkey feast And that dinner certainly was fine Fifteen minutes 'fore the table was set All the jitterbugs fell in line When they brought them carboys in Uncle Joe, how his eyes did shine I mean, talk about wrestlin' and grabbin' Now I got mine Whoa, I got mine, lemme tell ya, I got mine I grabbed that turkey and out the backdoor, I went flyin' I tried to make it to a hidin' place But I didn't get there in time Some rascal grabbed me by my coat And I got mine Well, I went down to my best gal's house last night And the hour was just about nine I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford But I was feelin' just as fine I caught her sitting on another rascal's lap I didn't like that sign I told that joker what I thought of him And I got mine. Yeah, I got mine, lemme tell ya, I got mine I grabbed my coat and out the backdoor, I went flyin' That joker grabbed a big shotgun And he used it mighty fine I mean, talk about a rascal runnin', yeah Now I got mine Say, I know a barbershop, down in town, it's over on North Fall Street It's the only place on a Saturday night that we gamblers can all meet Some come in for haircut, some come in for a scrap When they see my buddy and me down there, we mean to shoot some crap Holler "Seven, eleven, won't you come, come, come" If you don't seven-eleven dice, I'm done, done, done If I see the police 'fore he sees me, I'm gonna run, run, run I'm a leader in high society, yeah, since I got mine |
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It was in the town of Jacksboro, in the year of '33
When a man by the name of Crego, come steppin' up to me Sayin' "How do you do young fella, and how would you like to go And spend the summer pleasant on the range of the buffalo?" Well, it's me bein' out of employment to old Crego I did say "This goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon the pay But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro I think, sir, I might go with you to the range of the buffalo" "Oh, yes I pay good wages, transportation to and fro If you'll spend the season through on the range of the buffalo If you do become homesick, and to your sweetheart you must go I'll not pay transportation from the range of the buffalo" Well our outfit bein' ready, boys, seventy whole-bodied men With many a six and needle gun, our travels did begin The way it was a pleasant one, the way we had to go Until we crossed Pease River, boys, in the range of the buffalo Well, now we've crossed Pease River, boys, and our troubles have begun First damn tail I went to rip, that's how I cut my thumb The water's salty as Hell's fire, and the beef we could not go And the Indians waited to pick us off, in the range of the buffalo Well our hearts were cased with buffalo hocks, and our souls were cased with steel The hardships of that summer would like to make us reel While skinnin' the damned old stinkers, our lives they had no show But the Indians waited to pick us off, from the plains of Mexico Well, the season bein' near over, boys, old Crego he did say That the boys had been extravagant, and were in debt to him that day We begged him and we pleaded, but still it was no go So we left old Crego's bones to bleach, on the range of the buffalo Well now we've crossed Pease River, boys, and homeward we are bound No more in that Hellfire country, will ever we be found Go home to our wives and sweethearts, and tell others not to go For God's forsaken the buffalo range, and the damned old buffalo NOTE: Pease River is a tributary of the Red River in west Texas. |
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from Jim Kweskin - Relax Your Mind (2010)
I know that I'd be satisfied
If I could hop that train and ride If I make Atlanta with no place to go Make me one pallet on your floor Make me a pallet on your floor Make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me a pallet on your floor Give everybody my regards I'm goin' if I have to ride the rods And if I make Atlanta with no place to go Make me a pallet on your floor You hear me now, make me a pallet on your floor Make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me a little pallet right down on your floor Make it down on the floor for me (spoken) I'm said I'm tired and I can't work no more You know I'm tired and I can't work no more Well, I'm tired, lonesome, weary, and I can't work no more Pretty baby now, make me a little pallet right down on your floor Yeah now, make me a pallet on your floor Well make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me a pallet on your one more time now Make me a pallet on your floor Yeah make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me one pallet on your floor, floor, floor, whoa whoa |
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My Creole belle, I love her well
My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle When stars shine, I'll call her mine My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle [Instrumental break] One verse of "My Creole Belle" "Play it again, you only played it once" (spoken) Followed by one verse of "This Land Is Your Land" (chord progression is the same) My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle |
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Chorus
Relax your mind, relax your mind Make you feel so fine sometime Sometime you got to relax your mind When the light turns green Put your foot down on the gasoline Sometime you got to relax your mind Chorus When the light turns red Put your foot down on the brake instead Sometime you got to relax your mind Chorus When the light turns blue What in the world are you gonna do Sometime you got to relax your mind Chorus |