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I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time
I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know, the gypsy carried me down on Rampart Street I seen everybody that I wanted to meet She said, "Hey Johnny., stop and listen to me, "They got somethin' that knock you off a your feet Its called the mojo boogie Its called that Mojo boogie "They call it mojo boogie, begin to slide on down" I thought she was teachin' me a brand new way I said, "Gypsy, tell me, tell me what to say" "Got the Louisiana boogie, and other kinda things, They even got the thing they call the mojo hand "They got the mojo boogie "Its called that Mojo boogie "You know that mojo boogie, begin to slide on down" I got me a mojo man and sure is crazy The gypsy forgot to tell me, just how to operate it I went to a night club, I was squeezing it tight I know that was the cause of all the people startin' to fight It was the mojo boogie Must-a been that Mojo boogie It was the mojo boogie, begin to slide on down Yeah, it was the Mojo Boogie Must have been that Mojo Blues It was that Mojo Boogie Gotta be that Mojo Boogie It was that Mojo Boogie, begin to slide on down |
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Pay an awful price
I try and gamble with ya But you're using crooked dice Somebody's gotta suffer Somebody's shore gotta feel some pain If it's gonna rain down misery How come it all has to fall on me Money you've made me Some very fast friends And just like you made them You're gonna break them in the end Somebody's gotta suffer Somebody's shore gotta feel some pain If it's gonna rain down misery How come it all has to fall on me I've had my share, of love life and money I've lost all 3 ways I'm here to tell ya that shore ain't funny Me & my money parted, so did my love and I Life don't mean a thing And I wish that I could die Life has made, a whole lotta fools Always teach ya something You never learn in school Somebody's gotta suffer Somebody's shore gotta feel some pain If it's gonna rain down misery How come it all has to fall on me |
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When I think about my baby
I got evil on my mind When I think about that woman I got evil on my mind It brings teardrops to my eyes And sends chills all down my spine It sends chills all down my spine When I watch that woman walk Sends chills all down my spine When I watch that woman walk But she smiles right in your face And lie every times she talk Don't believe that woman Look out They say your enemies can't hurt you If you keep track of your friends They say your enemies can't hurt you If you keep track of your friends I say you better watch your woman That's the one who threw you in That's extremely true |
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Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place
The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really want to see She little and cute, she's young and wild I just want to hold her in my arm for a little while So that the Tin Pan Alley blues will let me be Let me be 'Cause [Incomprehensible] If you only would agree You see I love you for yourself Your just the kind of women That don't seam to care Tin Pan Alley, baby must be your home Well, nothing down there, baby But blood and bones Yes, yes Tin Pan Alley, it's way across town People like to kick the dog When the sun goes down Tell you baby Please make it up in your mind Because a women like you darling Is sure hard to find |
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Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree Got me accused of murder I ain't harmed a man Got me accused of forgery I can't even write my name Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree Got me accused of taxes I ain't got a dime Got me accused of children And ain't nary one of them was mine Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree |
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Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker, yeah Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker And then I got a gal that lives up on a hill I got a gal that lives up on a hill Says she'll let me roll her But I don't believe she will She won't shake her moneymaker Won't shake her moneymaker I want to roll her I keep beggin' She won't shake her moneymaker Won't shake her money maker She won't Oh yeah I got a girl, but she just won't be true I got a girl, but she just won't be true Won't let me do the one good thing I tell her to She won't shake her moneymaker Won't shake her moneymaker Won't shake her moneymaker She won't shake her moneymaker Won't shake her moneymaker She won't Oh yeah |
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These women lovin' each other
Y'all know they ain't thinkin' about no man These women lovin' each other Y'all know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't playin' no secrets, oh no These women playin' a wide open hand You know I loved a little girl the other day And I asked her for a little thrill She said, "I'm so sorry daddy "I'm putting out the same thing ???" These women lovin' each other Y'all know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't playin' no secrets, oh no They playin' a wide open hand If you ever take a women out to ride Bought her all kinda whiskey and wine She'd say you was too drunk to realise And I'll see you some other time You know she was, she was lovin' another And they wasn't thinkin' about no man Well, these women ain't playin' no secret, oh no They playin' a wide open hand Yes, wide open You never wanna ??? last night's cookin' Smellin' sweet like a rose She come home five o'clock in the mornin' with that Fish scent all in her clothes These women lovin' each other You know they ain't thinkin' about no man These women ain't playin' no secrets, no more They playin' a wide open hand Lovin' each other |
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