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| 2:26 | 
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Don't Want You No More
by Spencer Davis and Edward Hardin Copyright 1967 Dick James Music, Ltd. |
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| 2. |
| 5:04 |
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I have not come, yeah, to testify
about our bad, bad misfortune and I ain't here a wond'rin' why. But I'll live on and I'll be strong 'cause it just ain't my cross to bear. I sat down and wrote you a long letter, it was just the other day. Said, sure as the sunrise, baby, tomorrow I'll be up and on my way. But I'll live on and I'll be strong 'cause it just ain't my cross to bear. But in the end, baby, long towards the end of your road, don't reach out for me, babe, 'cause I'm not gonna carry your load. But I'll live on and I'll be strong 'cause it just ain't my cross to bear. |
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| 3. |
| 5:11 |
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Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI) Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'. Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I've been cryin'. Well I'm tired of all your slippery ways, I can't take your evil lyin'. Oh, no. Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play. Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play. Some time thinking I'll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave. No, I just can't stay. Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name. Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name. Well I'm going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your game. Yeah, yeah. One of these days, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man. One of these days, yeah, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man. I'll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over again. Oh, yeah. |
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| 3:48 |
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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. |
| 4:16 |
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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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| 7:20 |
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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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| 5:17 |
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I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecks my new car. Now she's with one of my good time buddies, They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool. But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done. But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, And I can't run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
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