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| 7:32 | 
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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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| 2. |
| 5:57 |
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MAMA TOLD ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG "COME SIT BESIDE ME, MY ONLY SON AND LISTEN CLOSELY TO WHAT I SAY AND IF YOU DO THIS, IT WILL HELP YOU SOME SUNNY DAY TAKE YOUR TIME... DON'T LIVE TOO FAST TROUBLES WILL COME AND THEY WILL PASS GO FIND A WOMAN AND YOU'LL FIND LOVE AND DON'T FORGET, SON THERE IS SOMEONE UP ABOVE." "AND BE A SIMPLE KIND OF MAN BE SOMETHING YOU LOVE AND UNDERSTAND BABY, BE A SIMPLE KIN OF MAN WON'T YOU DO THIS FOR ME, SON IF YOU CAN?" "FORGET YOUR LUST FOR THE RICH MAN'S GOLD ALL THAT YOU NEED IS IN YOUR SOUL AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY AND THAT I WANT FOR YOU MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED" "BOY, DON'T YOU WORRY...YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND NOTHING ELSE AND YOU CAN DO THIS IF YOU TRY ALL THAT I WANT FOR YOU, MY SON IS TO BE SATISFIED." |
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| 2:53 |
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Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh... Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, Lord It comes in misery times two (Chorus) Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me (Double trouble) I said, double trouble T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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| 4:30 |
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I was cuttin the rug down at a place called 'The Jug' with a girl named Linda Lou
When in walked a man with a gun in his hand he was looking for you know who He said "Hey there fellow with the hair coloured yellow, watcha tryin' to proove? Cuz' this is my woman there and I'm a man who cares and this might be all for you" (I said "excuse me!") I was scared and fearing for my life I was shaking like a leaf on a tree Cuz' he was lean and mean and big and bad, Lord, pointing that gun at me Oh! wait a minute mister, I didn't even kiss her don't want no trouble with you and I know you don't owe me but I wish you would let me ask one favour from you Say won't you Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister, gimme 3 steps toward the door? Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister and you'll never see me no more." (Guitar solo) Oh well the crowd cleared away and I began to pray and the water fell down to the floor and I'm telling you, son, it ain't no fun, staring straight down a fourty-four. Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou, and that's the break I was looking for and you could hear me screaming a mile away as I was headed out toward the door. Oh won't you Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister, gimme 3 steps toward the door? Gimme 3 steps, gimme 3 steps mister and you'll never see me no more." |
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| 5. |
| 4:31 |
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I'd like to tell y'all a story About a friend of mine Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar picker Said he gonna be a superstar Sure you are (Chorus) You can't alway trust your woman You can't always trust your best friend Beware of the ones that you need y'all 'Cause those might be the ones that do you in Don't talk no stuff to no slicker Don't tell your feelings to your friend Don't tell your woman that you love her, because That's when your trouble begins There are many ladies here among us That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around There are many, so many of your very best friends That'll kick you in the head when you are down Yes they will (Chorus) Don't you backtalk the police 'Cause its his job to put you in the jail They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key And your best friend won't even go your bail There are many slickers here among us That are all dressed up in suits and ties But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them 'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright (Chorus) |
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| 9:09 |
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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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| 4:49 |
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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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| 5:02 |
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Have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? If you don't know what I mean, Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know. Too many lives they've spent across the ocean. Too much money been spent upon the moon. Well, until they make it right I hope they never sleep at night They better make some changes And do it soon. They're goin ruin the air we breathe Lord have mercy. They're gonna ruin us all, by and by. I'm telling you all beware I don't think they really care I think they just sit up there And just get high. |
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| 9. |
| 4:52 |
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Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me (Chorus) Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink of wine. Chorus Yes sir On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said he was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues |
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