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| 2:25 | 
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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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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 yourgame.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 overagain.Oh, yeah.
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| 4. |
| 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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| 7:21 |
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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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| 5:19 |
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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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| 4:05 |
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People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? Love is in the air. We're in a revolution. Don't you know we're right. Everyone is singing. Yeah! There'll be no one to fight. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. - 간 주 중 - Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. |
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| 3:30 |
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Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door, tell me what you left me waiting, two or three hours for. Tell me why when the phone rings baby, you're up and across the floor, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think about the bad times, Lord I think about yours and mine, you were lost in the silver spoon, thought I pulled you out in time. And I hope that you got reasons, for the way that you've been lyin', please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think I'm gonna go now, but you know that I'll be back. Now you can think it over Baby, tell me how you're gonna act. I'm gonna keep on holding on, but I don't get no stronger, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. |
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| 10. |
| 3:00 |
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Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding,And I'm bound to keep on riding.And I've got one more silver dollar,But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no,Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,And the road goes on forever,And I've got one more silver dollar,But I'm not gonna let them catch me, noNot gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.And I've gone by the point of caring,Some old bed I'll soon be sharing,And I've got one more silver dollar,Repeat three times and FadeBut I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, noNot gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.
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| 4:59 |
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Gypsy woman told my mama'while 'fore I was born.Got a boy child comin' mama,He'll be a bad one, now.I'll make all you little girls,turn your heads around.Then I'm gonna take you little girls,gonna take you right on down... with me yeahHo, you just wait and see.I'll be your hoochie coochie man,I'll set you free.On the seventh hour of the seventh dayon the seventh month, seven doctors they say.I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe,you better not mess with me.Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.Ain't no fun.I'm that old hoochie coochie man,a bad son of a gun.Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.I'm gonna get you, one by one.I got set on that old hoochie coochie manand I'm yo' son of a gun.Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born,she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one.Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.
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| 4:04 |
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Take one last look... before you leave,
'cause oh, somehow it means so much to me. And if you ever need me, you know where I'll be. So please call home... if you change your mind. Oh, I don't mind. I guess I saw it comin'... day by day. But oh, I could not stand the failure. Before you leave, there's just one thing I must say. Please call home... if you change your mind. Oh, I don't mind. And I know, that you're used to runnin'. Oh you're lost baby, and I ain't funnin'. But oh, when you call to me, well, I'll come runnin' safe to your side... again I'll confide... in you. So go on, I won't say no more. My heart ain't in it, but I'll hold the door. But just remember, what I said before. Please call home... if you change your mind. |
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| 4:18 |
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I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
ah, way out on the outside. Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really quite the thing to do, no. Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind. And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind. But I know there's something better. I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone to find and go roll. Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers. Don't leave, I'm on my way over. A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. And I feel I have to scream whenever I get the notion. And though I try so hard, I can't hold back my emotions. But I... love you, but I can't have ya. Won't you sit by my side. You don't work, the man don't pay ya. There ain't no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down. Well, if you ride you pay the fare... with Satan on your back. And he don't care where you come from or where you goin'.And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down. And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. |
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