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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 0:47 |
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| 4. |
| 0:12 |
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| 5. |
| 2:44 | 
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Crow Janie, Crow Janie, Crow Jane, don't you hold you head high
Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You got to die, you got to... And I wanna buy me a pistol, wants me forty rounds of ball Shoot Crow Jane, just to see her fall She got to fall, she got to... She got to fall, she got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head so high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... And I dug her grave with s silver spade Ain't nobody gonna take my Crow Jane place You can't take her place no, you can't take her... You know, I dug her grave eight feet in the ground I didn't feel sorry until they let her down They had to let her down, let her...they had to let her down... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You know, I let her down with a golden chain And every link I would call my Crow Jane's name Crow Jane, Crow... Crow Jane, Crow... You know I never missed my water till my well went dry Didn't miss Crow Jane until the day she died Till the day she... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...you got to die, you got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... |
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| 6. |
| 1:28 |
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| 7. |
| 3:13 |
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| 8. |
| 1:45 |
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| 9. |
| 6:13 |
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I wonder has anybody here
Seen my lovin' Lorenzo, today? I wonder has anybody here Seen my lovin' Lorenzo, today? You know, we had a nice time Christmas But she left me on New Year's Day Oh, you got to know her When you see her 'Cause she's so different From any other girl Oh, you've got to know her When you see her From any other girl Because she's made up Like a Coke-Cola bottle An she got a likeness It's outta this world, alright You know, she's stutters in her speech An she wiggle and she wobble When she walk She's stuttered in her speech An she wiggle an a-wobble When she walk Yes, an she got three gold teeth An she got deep dimples in her jaw, yeah I say, 'Hello, Lorenzo, Lorenzo How in the world come you treat me this-a-way?' I say, 'Lorenzo, Lorenzo How in the world come you treat me this-a-way?' Darling, you know that you was gonna leave me But you didn't tell me you was goin' to stay Now, if I can make a half a million I declare, I'm 'on give it all, to the hoodoo man I declare, if I can make a half a million I'm 'on give it all, to the hoodoo man Just after he promise me that he will Bring my lovin' Lorenzo, back home to me, again An I want her back ho-oh-ome, to me again. ~ |
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| 1:35 |
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| 11. |
| 5:42 |
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I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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| 12. |
| 0:50 |
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| 13. |
| 3:50 |
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Note: hyphen= word/words unsung
Eee, an I'm so glad Yes sir, I'm glad Until I just don't know What to do An I am tired a-weeping I'm so tired a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so - Yes, I am mighty glad Until I just don't know what - Would you be my little darlin'? Would you be my dear? Would you be my darlin' Be my dear? Then I would be mighty - I would be mighty glad Then I just wouldn't know What to do When I say, 'Coo-coo-coo' Just like a little baby, do I would love to have A lovely kiss from you Then I would be mighty - Then I would be so - Until I just wouldn't know - You know, I'm tired a-weeping I'm so tired of a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so glad Yes, I'm so glad Until I just don't know What to do-ooo-woo-ooo-ooo. ~ |
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| 1:25 |
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| 15. |
| 2:24 |
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Hard times is here and everywhere you go
Times are harder than they ever been before Um, hm-hm Um-hm Um, hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm You know that people they are drifting from door to door But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go Um, hm-hm Um-uh-hm Mm-hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm People, if I ever can get up Off of this old hard killing floor Lord, I'll never get down this low no more Um, hm-hm-hm Hm, um-hm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm Well, you hear me singing this old lonesome song People, you know these hard times can't last us so long Hm, hm-hm Hmm, hmm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm You know, you'll say you had money you better be sure But these hard times gonna kill you just drive a lonely soul Um, hm-hm Umm, hmm Umm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm (guitar) Umm-hm Hmm-hm-hm Umm-hm Hm-hm-hm Hmm, hm-hm-hm (guitar to end) |
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| 1:33 |
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| 17. |
| 3:19 |
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I love my cherry ball better than I love myself
I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call" I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me |
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| 1:17 |
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| 19. |
| 0:36 |
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