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| 1. |
| 1:24 | 
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| 2. |
| 1:14 |
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| 3. |
| 1:41 | 
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Laura is the face in the misted light
Footsteps that you hear down the hall The love that floats on a summer night That you can never quite recall Have you seen Laura on the train that is passing through Those eyes, how familiar they seem She gave your very first kiss to you That was Laura, but she's only a dream Have you seen Laura on the train that is passing through Those eyes, how familiar they seem She gave your very first kiss to you That was Laura, but she's only a dream |
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| 4. |
| 2:16 |
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Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do? Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you? I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get outta my bed Oh I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get you outta my bed Went to eat my breakfast and The blues was all in my bread Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? Well I'm doin' alright this mornin' how are you? Well the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down Lord, the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down That's about the meagerest feelin' I done ever had Why I'm singin' good mornin', blues blues how do you do? (yeah yeah) Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yeah yeah) Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you? Sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today (hey) I sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today Yeah, your mouth's wide open You don't know what to say (I say) Goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yo yeah) Well goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (hoo yeah) Well I'm doin' alright, blues how are you? Yeeeeeaaaah! |
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| 5. |
| 2:21 |
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| 6. |
| 1:12 |
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| 7. |
| 1:27 |
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Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd,
Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd My daddy went a-huntin' Well, he carried along his zulu1 Well, along come a grey goose Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, an' he ram his hammer' way back Well, he pulled on de trigger Well, down he come a-windin' He was six weeks a-fallin' He was six weeks a-findin' An' he put him on de wagon, An'he taken him to de white house He was six weeks a-pickin' Lordy, your wife an'my wife, Oh, they give a feather pickin' An' they put him on to parboil2 He was six months a-parboil', An' they put him on de table, Now, de fork couldn' stick him, An' de knife couldn't cut him An' they throwed him in de hog-pen, An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone An' they taken him to de sawmill, An' he broke de saw's teeth out An' de las' time I seed him, Well, he's flyin' across de ocean, Wid a long string o' goslin's, An' they all goin': quank quink-quank |
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| 8. |
| 1:46 |
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Jump down, turn around, pick a bail of cotton.
Jump down, turn around, pick a bail a day. Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton. Oh lordy, pick a bail a day Me and my wife, we pick a bail of cotton. Me and my wife, we pick a bail a day. Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton. Oh lordy, pick a bail a day Me and my friend, we pick a bail of cotton. Me and my friend, we pick a bail a day. Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton. Oh lordy, pick a bail a day |
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| 9. |
| 1:37 |
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Take this hammer, carry it to the captain
Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Tell him I'm gone Tell him I'm gone If he asks you was I runnin' If he asks you was I runnin' If he asks you was I runnin' Tell him I was flyin' Tell him I was flyin' If he asks you was I laughin' If he asks you was I laughin' If he asks you was I laughin' Tell him I was cryin' Tell him I was cryin' They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses But I got my pride Well, I got my pride |
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| 10. |
| 1:00 |
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| 11. |
| 1:03 |
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| 12. |
| 1:22 |
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The meeting at the building will soon be over
Soon be over, soon be over The meeting at the building will soon be over all over this world All over this world, all over this world The meeting at the building will soon be over all over this world The preaching at the building will soon be over Soon be over, soon be over The preaching at the building will soon be over all over this world All over this world, all over this world The preaching at the building will soon be over all over this world The cryin' at the building will soon be over Soon be over, soon be over The cryin' at the building will soon be over all over this world All over this world, all over this world The cryin' at the building will soon be over all over this world The lovin' at the building will soon be over Soon be over, soon be over The lovin' at the building will soon be over all over this world All over this world, all over this world The lovin' at the building will soon be over all over this world The meeting at the building will soon be over Soon be over, soon be over The meeting at the building will soon be over all over this world All over this world, all over this world The meeting at the building will soon be over all over this world [repeat x 2] |
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| 1:14 |
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We shall walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
We shall walk through the valley in peace. And if Jesus, himself, will be our savior, oh We shall walk through the valley in peace. We shall meet our fathers over there (2x) And if Jesus, himself, will be our savior, oh We shall meet with our fathers over there. We shall meet our mothers (sisters, brothers etc) Then we'll all walk through the valley of the shadow of death. |
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| 14. |
| 1:54 |
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| 15. |
| 2:10 |
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| 16. |
| 1:29 |
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| 17. |
| 1:07 |
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| 18. |
| 2:10 |
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Black girl, black girl
Don't you lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night 'Neath the pines, 'neath the pines Where the sun never shines And I shivered in the cold, deadly cold* Her husband was a railroad man He died a half mile out of town His head was found 'neath the driving wheel But his body was never, ever found Black girl, black girl Don't you lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night 'Neath the pines, 'neath the pines Where the sun never shines And I shivered in the cold, deadly cold* |
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| 19. |
| 2:20 |
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[Chorus]
Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, Oh that Rock Island Line is that road to ride, Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, If you want to ride, you got to ride it like you find it, Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line. Jesus died to save our sins--hooray to God, We're going to meet him again! [Chorus] I may be right and I may be wrong, You are going to miss me when I'm gone! [Chorus] A, B, C, W, X, Y and Z Cats in the cupboard, but they don't see me! [Chorus] |
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| 20. |
| 1:41 |
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| 21. |
| 2:14 |
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| 22. |
| 2:12 |
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On a Monday, I was arrested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail On a Wednesday, my trial was attested On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail Almost done, I'm almost done, almost done And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder Take these chains, these chains from around my legs Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail On Friday, my baby went a-walking On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes |
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| 23. |
| 1:29 |
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Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine
He's taken all the women and left the men behind Well-a Shorty George, he done been here and gone Yes, Shorty George, he done been here and gone Lord he left many a poor man a great long way from home Well my baby caught the Katy, I caught the Santa Fee Well she caught the Katy, I caught the Santa Fee Well, you can't quit me, baby, can't you see Well I went to Galveston, work on the Mallory Line Went to Galveston, Lord on the Mallory Line Babe you can't quit me, ain't no use tryin' Shorty George, travelin' through the land Shorty George, he's travelin' through the land Always looking to pick some woman's poor man When I get back to Dallas, I'm gonna walk and tell When I get back to Dallas, gonna walk and tell That the Fort Bend Bottom is a burning hell |
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| 24. |
| 1:08 |
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| 25. |
| 2:25 |
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| 26. |
| 1:31 |
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| 27. |
| 2:19 |
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Just look here mama
Don't pick pig meat the way you do Don't pick pig meat the way you do Don't believe it's pig meat Ask anybody in the neighborhood Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret I got something about this pig meat Sweet mama ain't told you yet I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town You don't believe it's pig meat Mama from my head on down |
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| 28. |
| 2:53 |
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| 29. |
| 2:58 |
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| 30. |
| 2:13 |
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| 31. |
| 2:47 |
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| 32. |
| 3:03 |
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| 33. |
| 3:19 |
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| 34. |
| 2:52 |
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| 35. |
| 4:19 |
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| 36. |
| 2:29 |
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| 37. |
| 3:41 |
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| 38. |
| 1:37 |
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