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| 3:08 | ||||
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| 7:21 | ||||
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| 7:59 | ||||
I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk Left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road But it's home The only life I've ever known Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road I'm gonna leave and get a job With the help and the grace from above Save some money, get rich I know Bring it back to Tobacco Road Bring dynamite and a crane Blow itup, start all over again Build a town, be proud to show Give the name Tobacco Road Cause it's home The only life I've ever known I despise you 'cos your filthy But I love ya, 'cause it's home |
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| 5:59 | ||||
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| 3:45 | ||||
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| 4:30 | ||||
Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own |
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| 3:18 | ||||
8. |
| 4:00 | ||||
I was born in a city the called the Windy City
And they called it the Windy City because of the Hawk. The hawk. The all mighty Hawk Mr. Wind Takes care of plenty business around winter time The place that I lived in Was on a street that a Happened to be one of the dead-end streets Where there was nothing to block The wind, the elements Nothing to buffer them for me to Keep them from knocking my pad down, you know I mean really socking it to me When the boiler would bust and the heat was gone I would have to get fully dressed before I could go the bed Cause I couldn't put on my goulashes cause they had buckles on them And my folks didn't play that They said "don't you tear up my bed clothes with some goulashes on" But I was fortunate As soon as I was big enough to get a job save enough money To get a ticket to catch anything I split I said one day I'm going to return And I'm going to straighten it all out And I'm about ready to go back now So I thought I'd tell ya about it ---------- They say this is a big rich town But I live in the poorest part I know I'm on a dead-end street In a city without a heart I learned to fight before I was six The only way I could get along But when you're raised on a dead-end street You've got to be tough and strong Now all the guys I know are getting in trouble That's how its always been When the odds are all against you How can you win, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm going to push my way out of here Even though I can't say when But I'm going to get off of this dead-end street And I ain't never going to come back again Never No, no, no I'm going to push my way out of here Even though I can't say when But I'm going to get off of this dead-end street And I ain't going to never come back again No, no, no I ain't going to come back to this city street no more No - Cause I'm going to get me a job I'm going to save my dough Get away from here I ain't going to come back no more I'm tired of a dead-end street I want to get out in the world and learn something I'm tired of breaking my back I want to start using my mind |
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| 2:53 | ||||
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| 2:14 | ||||
11. |
| 5:33 | ||||
12. |
| 3:38 | ||||
At last
My love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song At last The SKIES above ARE blue My heart was wrapped UP in clover The night I looked at you I found a dream, that i could speak to A dream that i, can call my own I found a thrill, to press my cheek to A thrill that i, have NEVER known Oh , Yeah You SMILED, you smiled And then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven For you are mine at last I FOUND A DREAM THAT I COULD SPEAK TO A DREAM THAT I CAN CALL MY OWN I FOUND A THRILL, TO PRESS MY CHEEK TO A THRILL THAT I, HAVE NEVER KNOWN YOU SMILED YOU SMILED And then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven FOR YOU ARE MINE AT LAST AT LAST AT LAST |
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| 3:04 | ||||
Yo, blood, check it out
Boy, is she hitting on all the men, yo Why don't you bake a cake when I check it out It is too hip for me, you dig? Hey, mama You've got a fine brown frame And I wonder what could be your name You look good to me, 'cause all I can see Is your fine brown frame Tell me, how long have you been around? Baby, when did you hit this big town? I wanna scream 'cause I've never seen Such a fine brown frame Now, all that I have is a broken down chair But I would gladly make you queen on my throne Don't be a square, why don't you come over here? 'Cause together we could really get it on Now you've got a fine brown frame Oh, baby, won't you tell me your name? You are solid with me 'cause all I can see Is your fine brown frame You've got a fine brown frame And I wonder what could be your name You look good to me, 'cause all I can see Is your fine brown frame Tell me, how long have you been around? Baby, when did you hit this big town? Now I wanna scream, ow, 'cause I've never seen Such a fine brown frame Now, all that I have is a broken down chair But I would gladly make you king on my throne Don't be a square, why don't you come over here? Together we could really get it on and on and on You've got a fine brown frame And I wonder, won't you tell me your name? You're solid with me 'cause all I can see Is that fine brown frame Now listen Layla, Dolly, Madonna and Mable They are all fine as meek and sable (Yeah?) You may not be classed with the elite, baby (I tried) And you may not be hip to that jive, like they talk in the street Woman, oh, oh, baby, yo You look like me's done nothing wrong And I know I'm a clown whenever you're around Because I'm crazy about (I'm crazy about) Mad about (I'm mad about) I'm nuts about (Nuts about) What about you're fine brown frame Yeah So crazy about you, baby |
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| 3:58 | ||||
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| 3:37 | ||||
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| 3:21 | ||||
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| 4:00 | ||||
Good morning blues
Blues how do you do Good morning blues Blues how do you do Babe, I feel alright But I come to worry you Baby, it's Christmas time And I wanna see Santa Claus Baby, it's Christmas time And I wanna see Santa Claus Don't show me, my pretty baby I'll break all of the laws Santa Claus, Santa Claus Listen to my plea Santa Claus, Santa Claus, Listen to my plea Don't send me nothing for Christmas But my baby back to me |