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| 1. |
| 3:16 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:28 | 
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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. |
| 2:48 |
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I've got no chauffeur to chauffeur me
I've got no servant to serve my tea But I'm as happy as a man can be Because I've got a girl who loves nobody but me I don't own stock in no stock exchange I don't hold claim to no real estate But I'm not living my life in vain Because I've got a girl who loves nobody but me And everytime my sweetie goes walking Down some sunny street She always sets the whole town to talking 'Cause she's a genuine Venus from her head down to her feet I don't rank high in society I don't possess a PhD But I'm all set confident-u-ally Because I've got a girl who loves nobody but me, nobody but me |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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| 5. |
| 2:51 |
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Goin' to Chicago, sorry but I can't take you.
Goin' to Chicago, baby, but I just can't take you. There ain't nothin' in Chicago that a monkey woman like you can do. When you see me comin' baby, raise your window high. When you see me comin' baby, raise your window high. And when I pass by, baby, hang your head down and cry. You're losin' a good man, baby, I've done so much for you. You're losin' a good man, baby, I've done so much for you. But thats all over, there's no more that I'm going to do. Look out Chicago, here I come. There's no need to cry, baby, I won't be back no more. There ain't no need to cry, mama, 'cause your daddy won't be back no more. You made me feel so lonely. I'm walking right out that door. Good bye bye baby. I hope you make it alright. Good bye bye baby I hope you make it alright. I know you're going to miss me, girl, when it's cold at night. I won't be back no more baby. It's all over now. I won't be back no more baby. It's all over now. Goodbye baby. I hope you make it somehow. Look out Chicago, here I come. Yeah. |
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| 6. |
| 4:19 |
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| 7. |
| 5:13 |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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| 10. |
| 3:17 |
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| 11. |
| 2:17 |
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| 12. |
| 6:49 |
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| 13. |
| 2:44 |
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| 14. |
| 2:57 |
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| 15. |
| 2:39 |
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| 16. |
| 3:01 |
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| 17. |
| 4:25 |
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| 18. |
| 2:26 |
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Sometimes I get disgusted, yeah
My mind goes up and down Sometimes I get disgusted My mind goes round and round Well, now my woman has quit me Now I'm feelin' low down This is a mean old world to live in And I'm just travelin' through This is a mean old world to live in I'm just travelin' through Sometimes I feel so lonely I don't know what to do Well, it's a mean old world Well, if my baby comes back home Everything is gonna be alright If my baby comes back home Everything is gonna be alright Then I won't have to worry No more late at night I said, it's a mean old world And I'm just travelin' through Well, it's a mean old world And I'm just travelin' through If my baby comes on home Then I won't be blue Oh, it's a mean old world I'm just traveling through Mean, mean, mean, mean, mean |
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| 19. |
| 2:28 |
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| 20. |
| 3:37 |
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