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| 1. |
| 2:40 | 
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They call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road They call me the breeze I keep blowing down the road I ain't got me nobody I ain't carrying me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no change in me I ain't hidin' from nobody Ain't nobody hidin' from me I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I got that green light, babe I got to keep moving on I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia Might stay home |
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| 2. |
| 2:28 |
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Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick
Ain't had my medicine in over a week My mind's fine but my body feels weak Call the doctor, I think I'm sick A shady lady took all my bread Ravished my body, lord, and messed with my head I don't know but I've had my fill Call the doctor and tell him I'm ill My money's gone and I've got no place to go I don't believe I've ever felt so low If you've got the time while you hang around Call the doctor and tell him I'm down |
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| 3. |
| 2:25 |
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(J.J. Cale)
If I'm standing in a crowd, call my name, call it loud Don't go to strangers, woman, call on me Wave your arms in the air, let me know that you're there When in doubt, oh woman, call on me Don't leave me here to rust, don't let me turn to dust Oh, woman, when in doubt, call on me If I'm standing in a crowd, call my name, call it loud Don't go to strangers, woman, call on me |
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| 4. |
| 2:39 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Woman I love ain't much more than skin and bone Woman I love ain't much more than skin and bone If she ain't round the house - out of the door, daddy no more Woman I love ain't much more than skin and bone Treat me right, oh no no, can't complain Treat me right, oh no, can't complain She got to be nice, she got me hypnotised Treat me right, oh no, can't complain |
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| 5. |
| 3:25 |
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Whippoorwill's singing
Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby I left down in New Orleans I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe You're the best I ever had You're the best I ever had You whisper "Good morning" So gently in my ear I'm coming home to you, babe I'll soon be there I'll soon be there |
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| 6. |
| 2:33 |
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Clyde plays electric bass
Plays it with finesse and grace Sit on the porch without no shoes A-picking the bass and singing the blues Misery loves company And his old dog sings harmony Tambourine tied to his tail You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail Jody May, she got a dollar Down the road you can hear her holler "Get up Clyde, we got something to do That old dog can sing the blues" He don't move, he don't flinch Clyde, he don't move an inch Just sit on the porch without no shoes Picking his bass and singing the blues |
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| 2:25 |
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Crazy mama, where you been so long
Crazy mama, where you been so long You've been hiding out, I know that's true Crazy mama, I sure need you Crazy mama, where you been so long Standing on the corner, looking for you, baby Standing on the corner, looking for you, baby Lord mercy, I can not see, crazy mama coming back to me Crazy mama, where you been so long |
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| 8. |
| 2:28 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No way to relieve this feeling inside You done gave me them blues and then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Shame, oh shame, on what you do Can't you see that I, I, I, been feeling so blue Cast a spell on me, then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Pardon me, if I sound so sad I can't get to you when I want you so bad You done gave me them blues, then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide |
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| 2:27 | 
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| 10. |
| 2:43 |
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Well, the river runs deep and the water is cold as ice
The river runs deep and the water is cold as ice I go down there every chance I get It's where my baby she met her death And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice Ain't no woman gonna make a fool out of me Ain't no woman gonna make a fool out of me Running 'round, that's what they said She's at the bottom of the river dead And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice No cheating woman gonna get a good man down No cheating woman gonna get a good man down Running 'round like a silly fool You're gonna end up at the bottom of the pool And the river runs deep and the water's cold as ice |
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| 11. |
| 2:46 |
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Saturday, past September
In the jailhouse, I remember I got caught with too much soul Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico Spanish lights and pretty faces Trip you out to where the place is Load you up and let you go Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico Across the border is where you get her The wine's good, there ain't no better I think I'll get me some to go Bringing it back from Mexico Bringing it back from Mexico |
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| 12. |
| 3:13 |
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(J.J. Cale)
It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine I get so lonely, lonely, lonely It ain't easy drying these crying eyes of mine What can you do when those tears make you blind What can you do when those tears make you blind I get so lonely, lonely, lonely What can you do with these crying eyes of mine |
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