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| 10:15 | 
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Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself outta bed, yeah Put on my walkin' shoes, Went up on the mountain, To see what I could see, The whole world was fallin', right down in front of me. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. |
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| 8:09 |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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| 4:13 |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. - 간 주 중 - Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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| 5:00 | 
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| 4:28 |
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Yeah - Sad eyed woman boogie 'til the break of dawn Yeah - Long a-bout the break of day - Yeah oh- your man has up and gone- You got 13 lovely children No proud father knocking at your door Yeah- but every hungry woman has been in your place before Yeah - the doctor keep [or |
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| 9:22 |
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| 5:23 |
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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. I'll 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 Ho, 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 getcha one by one. Ain't no fun. I'm that old hoochie coochie man, a bad son of a gun. Got a John the 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 yo' 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, 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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| 44:00 |
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Berry Oakley, Jaimoe Johanny Johansen and Butch Trucks
Copyright 1972 Unichappel Music, Inc., F.R. Betts Music, Elijah Blue Music and Peer International Corp. Instrumental |
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