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Morning rain keeps on falling
Like the tears that fall from my eyes As I sit in my room Staring out at the gloom That's the rain in the same old blues I can't help, I can't help but thinking When the sun used to shine on my back door Now the sun is turned to rain All my laughter is turned to pain Yes it's the same, the same old blues Sunshine, sunshine is all you see now But it all, it all looks like clouds by me When I sit in my room Staring out at the gloom It's the rain, it's the same old blues Yeah, yes it's the rain, it's the same old blues Yeah, yes it's the rain, it's the same old blues |
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I'm going down
I'm going, down, down, down Down, down Yes, I'm going down, yes I'm going down, down, down Down, down Yes, I've got my feet in the window Got my head on the ground Let me down And close that box car door Yes, let me down And close that box car door Well, I'm goin' back to Chattanooga And sleep on sister Irene's door (guitar & instrumental) Woo! Yes, I'm going down I'm going down I'm going, down, down, down Down, down Yes, I got my feet in the window I got my head on the ground |
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Living on the Highway L Russell/D Nix
It was twenty years ago, I was about fourteen years old, When I first heard that Wolfman's howl. He sneaked me through the door, there was whisky on the floor, And the fuzz they were on the prowl It seems so long ago, I'm living on the Highway now He's a giant of a man, He always understands The very best notes to use His hand make two of mine, his heart beat right on time He taught me how to sing the blues He's the reason why I choose to live on the highway now I played the blues with Walter, and Muddy pulled me through I know a Jimmy Rogers song or two But there's one thing I know, no matter where I go I can do a little howling too That's why I sing these blues, I'm living on the highway now The years have come and gone but the blues still go on I only sing my songs for fun If you ask me to, I'll do a song for you, 'Cause the women like to see me come Me and my guitar, my band, we're living on the highway now |
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| 2:49 |
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| 3:58 |
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I love the tip, I love the top
I love you better than a hog loves slop 'Cause you're a big legged woman With a short, short miniskirt Promise me darlin' You'll never make me feel like dirt Do you have the vine goes around the stump? You are mine, call it sugar lump 'Cause you're a big legged woman With a short, short miniskirt Promise me darlin' You'll never make me feel like dirt I've told you once, I've told you twice We go together like fried beans and rice 'Cause you're a big legged woman With a short, short miniskirt, alright Promise me darlin' You'll never make me feel like dirt Ashes to ashes and dust to dust You mess with my woman I'm gonna hurt you first 'Cause she's a big legged woman With a short, short miniskirt Promise me darlin' You'll never make me feel like dirt I love my big legged woman I love my big legged woman I love my big legged woman I love my big legged woman I love my big legged woman I love my big legged woman She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright She's alright, she's alright |
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When my baby leaves me, there is nothing I can do
I pick up my guitar and then I play a little blues or two Now, a man needs some loving, I ain't different from the rest My baby, when she leaves me, ah, my whole life is in a mess Just me and my guitar I play the blues for you, babe No matter where you are I like to start out easy, just to get that feel When I fell me strange, you know I make it for real Then I put some hots on it and I play a time or two And love you, baby, and I don't care what you do Babe, ah, me and my guitar I play the blues for you, babe No matter where you are, alright? Listen to me Satisfaction don't come easy, you got to get in to make it good The way I make my guitar singing, just let my woman should She never talk right to me like some woman do I feel so sad and lonesome when I play this lowdown blues Hey, hey, me and my guitar I play the blues for you, babe No matter where you are, alright? Hey, baby, hey, baby, just me and my guitar I play the blues for me, baby No matter where you are |
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Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And she's always gone too long Anytime she goes away Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes away Hey I ought to leave I ought to leave her alone Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes away |
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The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets.
The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets. I looked out my window, the rain was falling down in sheets. My baby left me this morning, Lord knows I don't know the reason why. My baby left me this morning, I don't know the reason why. And everytime I think about it, I hang my head and cry. The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart. The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart. I love my baby, I hate to see us part. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JAMES, ELMORE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 4:40 |
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| 1. |
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| 2. |
| 4:49 |
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Gypsy woman told my mama while fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin mama, he'll be a bad one, now. Make all you little girls, turn your heads around. Then I'm gonna take you little girls, Gonna take you right on down, With me yeah. Oh, you just wait and see. I'll be your hoochie coochie man, I'll set you free. On the seventh hour, of the seventh day, On the seventh month, seven doctors they say. I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree. But now if ya, if you're lookin for trouble babe, You better not mess with me. Hey, cause you know I'll get ya one by one. Ain't no fun. I'm that old hoochie coochie man, I'm a bad son of a gun. Got a John d' Conqueroot and got some mojo too, We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you. Hey, move over people just as fast as you can. Said I know you're waitin for me cause I'm the hoochie coochie man. I'm gonna get you, one by one. I got set on that old hoochie coochie man, And I'm your son of a gun. Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh while fore I was born, She said you know he's comin mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one. Make all the ladies, heh, turn their heads around. You said, I can just see all those women, chasin him all down. I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it. |
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| 4:33 |
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| 3:45 |
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| 3:34 |
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If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble)
If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) No, if you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) Hey, hey, hey, you better leave my woman alone If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) Hey, you better leave my woman alone I know you got plenty money And you got a brand new ??? too But if I catch you playing around with my baby Let me tell you, I'm gonna put some hurt on you If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) Let me tell you, you better leave my woman alone Let me tell you, I know you call yourself a playboy And you got women all over town But if I catch you playing around with my baby Let me tell you, I'm gonna lay your body down Let me tell you, if you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) Let me tell you, yeah, yeah (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) Let me tell you, now, you better leave my woman alone If you don't want, you don't have to, yeah (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) If you don't want, you don't have to (get in trouble) Let me tell you, now, you better leave my woman alone |
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| 2:29 |
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| 4:28 |
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Well, I'm ready, I'm willin', and I'm able to rock and roll all night
I'm ready, I'm willin', and I'm able to rock and roll all night Come on, pretty baby, we gonna rock, we gonna roll until the broad daylight Because I'm ready And I'm able I'm willin' and I'm able So you better come and go with me We gonna rock and roll till tomorrow 'bout three Talkin' on the phone is not my speed Don't send me no letter 'cause I can't read Don't be long 'cause I'll be gone We gonna rock and roll all night long 'Cause I'm ready, I'm willin', and I'm able to rock and roll all night I'm ready, I'm willin', and I'm able to rock and roll all night Come on, pretty baby, we gonna rock, we gonna roll until tomorrow night Talkin' on the phone is not my speed Don't send me no letter 'cause I can't read Don't be long 'cause I'll be gone We gonna rock and roll all night long 'Cause I'm ready, I'm willin', and I'm able to rock and roll all night I'm ready, I'm willin', and I'm able to rock and roll all night Come on, pretty baby, we gonna rock, we gonna roll until tomorrow night |
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| 3:43 |
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| 3:07 |
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| 5:31 |
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| 17. |
| 3:03 |
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Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day Something you got, baby Makes me bring home my pay Something you got, baby You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so Something you got, baby Makes the world go 'round Something you got, baby Keep me home every night Something you got, baby You ought to know You ought to know Whoa, whoa, my, my Whoa I love you so Something you got Makes me work all day Something you got Makes me bring home my pay Something you got You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KENNER, CHRISTOPHER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:31 |
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