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I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk
I aint see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk Im going back to Memphis babe, where Ill have much better luck Lookout Mama you know you asked me to be your King She said you kiddin man, if you want it, keep it hid But please dont let my husband, my main man catch you here Please dont let my main man, my husband catch you here The blues are mushed up into three different ways One said go the other two said stay I woke up this mornin with the blues three different ways You know one say go "baby I want to hang up", the other two said stay Lead 1 Wake up mama I got something to tell you You know Im a man who love to sing the blues Now you got to wake up baby, mama now, I got something; I got something to tell you Well you know Im the man, oh yes and I love to sing the blues Come on baby, Come on Lead 2 I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk, you know I aint see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I go home baby and I lay down on the lawn |
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Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door? You know I woke up in the mornin', now, I had them Statesboro Blues I woke up this morning now, I had them Statesboro Blues I looked over in the corner, grandma and grandpa had 'em too Mama got 'em, papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild, wild, wild Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild Ya know I ain't good lookin', but I'll stumble on a sweet angel-child (Alt. lyric : "I'm gonna find me a sweet angel-child") Mama got 'em, (doncha know ?), papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go ? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door ? |
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| 2:36 |
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[Elmore James]
I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best girl I'm lovin', now my friends can get in my room I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know If I don't find her in Mississippi, she be in East Monroe I know And I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets No I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets Man, she's a no good doney they shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe, I believe my time ain't long I ain't gonna leave my baby, and break up my happy home |
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| 2:40 |
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If the river was whiskey
I would be a diving duck If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck I would swim to the bottom, but I would drink my way up If you were a good woman I would never have to roam If you were a good woman I would never have to roam I'd give up drinking whiskey and I would always stay at home River go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea Why you ain't no good woman A mystery to me River go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea And like a fish has got to swim, you've got to make a fool out of me If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck I would swim to the bottom, but I would drink my way up |
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