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You been meetin' your man, baby
Down at the local laundromat I say, you been meetin' your man, baby Down at the local laundromat I've done got wise An' daddy ain't goin' for that Early every mornin' You grab your old blouse or two Yeah, you get up early in the mornin' An' you grab your old blouse or two Oh, you know you're right down to the laundry While your man is waitin' on you You better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday Yeah, you better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday I don't want you to get so clean, baby You just might wash your life away Ya hear? Well, alright I know you don't know it, baby But things look bad for you The laundry's gonna trap you, darlin' An' one more, one more dress will do |
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| 2. |
| 2:21 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:44 |
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Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none She's a pretty woman right down to the bone So you just might as well still leave your skin alone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman what you trying to do You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman that's all right for you Now you just go on doing what you want to do But someday when you thing you've got it made You get in water deep enough so you can't wade Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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| 5. |
| 2:33 |
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Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha We're gonna try it one mo' time The new, Cross Cut Saw Comin' at you, hot an' heavy Watch this! Got a hell-uva groove to it, too! Hey brother, aah! I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam' Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill' Last girl I cut the wood for Want me back again I'm a cross-cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help me say, 'Hot dog') Now dig this! Yeah Got a double-bladed ax That's really cuttin' good I'm a crosscut saw Bury me in the wood I'm a crosscut saw Just drag me across the log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog' Dig this! Yeah! Well, alright Spoken: Hey, Mike! Oh, Mike Let's do it like we did in 1965 In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin' We did Crosscut Saw It went somethin' like this And it had a hell-uva groove to it (In that little room with no air conditioner over there) Funk-aay, but gettin' on down Heavy stuff! Ha-ha-ha Watch this! (Bass player) Oooo-wee! Ooo-UH! I could feel that m'self Wait a minute! Let's take it from the top, one more time Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time? I can't hear ya Do you want it from the top, one more time? We're goin' all the way to the top And come down with a hell-uva groove Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself It's gon' be sho' nuff funky! Bandmember says: ('Watch this, man!') ooh-uh |
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| 2:12 |
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| 7. |
| 2:46 |
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Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I been on my own ever since I was ten Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all I can't read, haven't learned how to write My whole life has been one big fight Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all I ain't lyin' If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no kind-a luck If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Wine and women is all I crave A big legged woman is gonna carry me to my grave Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Yeah, my bad luck boy Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes |
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| 8. |
| 4:30 |
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| 9. |
| 2:33 |
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I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come
I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come They got some crazy lil women there an' I'm gonna get me one I'll be standing on the corner, of 12th Street and Vine I'll be standing on the corner, of 12th Street and Vine With my Kansas City baby an a bottle of Kansas City wine Well I may take a plane, I may take a train But If I have to walk, I'm going there just the same I'm going to, Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come They got some crazy lil women there an' I'm gonna get me one Hey! Well I may take a plane, I may take a train But If I have to walk, I'm going there just the same I'm going to, Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come They got some crazy lil women there an' I'm gonna get me one They got some crazy lil women there an' I'm gonna get me one They got some crazy lil women there an' I'm gonna get me one |
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| 3:49 |
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The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything The mere idea of you, the longing here for you You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near you I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love |
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| 2:46 |
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They call me the hunter, that's my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun The first time I saw you, standing on the street I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet" I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun I'm the big bad hunter baby How can I miss when I've got dead aim |
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| 3:32 |
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When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind
When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind My eyes was full of tears Since she left me behind I pass a million people; I can't tell who I meet I pass a million people; I can't tell who I meet My eyes are full of tears Where can my baby be? (guitar solo) I went to see a gypsy to get my fortune read I went to see a gypsy to have my fortune read My head hung in sorrow When she said what she said When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind (repeat to fade) |
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| 3:48 |
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There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry
There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry Baby my love will follow you, as the years go passing by I give you all but a home, that's one thing you get the night I give you all but a home, that's one thing you get the night You know my love will follow you, as the years go passing by I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye Baby my love will follow you, yes, as the years go passing by |
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| 2:45 |
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[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chord
He ain't hitting the B flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row now Thinking nobody get a hit out of here But Sam and Dave Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas Or Eddie Floyd They ain't the only ones Who know how to play the blues I can play the blues myself I'm gonna give every disc jockey The blues across the country If he don't dig this He got a hole in his soul Yeah, well Hey, ooh wee If you hear a little fuss It ain't nobody but us |
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| 3:21 |
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I walked into your store Just to have a look around
Asked if you could help me with the bargain I had found Tried to explain to you darlin' That I was just a working man You came up with some term that I could not understand Oh Little Lady You sure drive a hard bargain The price your asking mama is too much for me to pay Now you're trying to tell me, I can't have it lay away I know that your merchandise is good Because your sample proved it so And if it was to kill me little girl Oh what a good way to go |
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| 2:52 |
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| 17. |
| 2:49 |
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