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You been meetin' your man, baby
Down at the local laundromat I say, you been meetin' your man, baby Down at the local laundromat I've done got wise An' daddy ain't goin' for that Early every mornin' You grab your old blouse or two Yeah, you get up early in the mornin' An' you grab your old blouse or two Oh, you know you're right down to the laundry While your man is waitin' on you You better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday Yeah, you better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday I don't want you to get so clean, baby You just might wash your life away Ya hear? Well, alright I know you don't know it, baby But things look bad for you The laundry's gonna trap you, darlin' An' one more, one more dress will do |
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Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none She's a pretty woman right down to the bone So you just might as well still leave your skin alone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman what you trying to do You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman that's all right for you Now you just go on doing what you want to do But someday when you thing you've got it made You get in water deep enough so you can't wade Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do |
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Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha We're gonna try it one mo' time The new, Cross Cut Saw Comin' at you, hot an' heavy Watch this! Got a hell-uva groove to it, too! Hey brother, aah! I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam' Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill' Last girl I cut the wood for Want me back again I'm a cross-cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help me say, 'Hot dog') Now dig this! Yeah Got a double-bladed ax That's really cuttin' good I'm a crosscut saw Bury me in the wood I'm a crosscut saw Just drag me across the log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog' Dig this! Yeah! Well, alright Spoken: Hey, Mike! Oh, Mike Let's do it like we did in 1965 In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin' We did Crosscut Saw It went somethin' like this And it had a hell-uva groove to it (In that little room with no air conditioner over there) Funk-aay, but gettin' on down Heavy stuff! Ha-ha-ha Watch this! (Bass player) Oooo-wee! Ooo-UH! I could feel that m'self Wait a minute! Let's take it from the top, one more time Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time? I can't hear ya Do you want it from the top, one more time? We're goin' all the way to the top And come down with a hell-uva groove Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself It's gon' be sho' nuff funky! Bandmember says: ('Watch this, man!') ooh-uh |
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Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I been on my own ever since I was ten Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all I can't read, haven't learned how to write My whole life has been one big fight Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all I ain't lyin' If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no kind-a luck If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Wine and women is all I crave A big legged woman is gonna carry me to my grave Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Yeah, my bad luck boy Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes |
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[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chord
He ain't hitting the B flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row now Thinking nobody get a hit out of here But Sam and Dave Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas Or Eddie Floyd They ain't the only ones Who know how to play the blues I can play the blues myself I'm gonna give every disc jockey The blues across the country If he don't dig this He got a hole in his soul Yeah, well Hey, ooh wee If you hear a little fuss It ain't nobody but us |
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Ev'rybody understands the blues
Are you listening? YEAH! [audience replies] I say ev'rybody understands the blues Ev'rybody from one day to another has the blues You take the little baby that's layin' in the cradle He can't get that milk bottle fast enough He go to kickin' an'cryin' An' goin' on, tearin' up the little baby bed He got the blues Can ya dig it? YEAH! [audience replies] Ha, ha, ha You take this girl that's got this main squeeze That's her boyfriend, that is, you know An' he just bought a brand new GTO You know she wanna be wit' him ev'rytime he cranks it up An' go around the corner to the soda fountain This is where she wanna go an'show it off Where all the girls and guys be You know what I mean? An' she get ready to go out this particular night An' her mother say, "Daughter you was just out last night You can't go out tonight, that's too many nights in a row" She go in the room an'fasten the door An' won't answer the phone, won't eat Won't talk to nobody She got the blues That's what's wrong wit' her Some people call them the reds, the pinks When ya get through It's the old-fashioned country blues That's right I haven't seen my main squeeze In ten long weeks, today You know I got the blues Can you dig it? ha, ha, ha YEAH! [Audience replies] Woo! Alright! Ah but wait, I don't think you're with me Let's ev'rybody get a thing goin' right here Yes, yes, yes Can you feel it? YEAH! I can't hear you, can you feel it? YEAH! Yes, yes Sounds awful good, keep it, keep it, right there chilin' Keep it right there, ha ha ha ha The blues! An' when you're doin' the blues They so strong, that's the reason there named They call 'em blues power, yeah An' would you believe I invented blues power? YEAH! Ha, ha Can you dig the blues power? YEAH! Let ev'rybody say "yeah" YEAH! Say it again, say "yeah" YEAH! Alright! Alright! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh! Alright Ha, ha, ha! Well! Woo! Ha, ha, ha! Oh man! Hey! Ooh-oh! Woo! Thank you! Thank you very much! Thank you very kindly! Woo! |
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This number's bein' especially played
And dedicated to all of the women From all of the men You see you women have a good thing goin' But we hip to ya now You take two or three pieces And go down to the laundromat An' take ya eight hours to wash 'em No good! We gonna buy ya washers and dryers And we're gonna put ya at home in the basement And we gonna kick the door down that goes to the basement While we can hear the washer when it stop And baby, baby, baby, when that washer stop You better be though Or you better have a darn good explanation! Don't you go get whupped all on the toenails We're gonna raise your eye lashes and whup ya some And if ya run fast enough We're gonna whup ya on the bottom of the feet Ain't that right men? Speak up for yourself! (yeah, yeah) There will be no more goin' to the laundromat Puttin' your clothes in there And gettin' your girlfriend keep her eye on it While you step out the back door You better take my advise You might need it on your vacation this summer I'd hate to see ya come up with a leg screwed off Or a eye punched out Yeah! Whoa! yeah, yeah! I know you don't know it babe (yeah, yeah, yeah) But things look bad for you Hey, I know you don't know it babe But I'm gonna keep a close eye on you Well, ev'ry time you go to the laundromat, baby I want you to know, I want you to know That I'll be there too! |
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Goin' to Detroit Michigan,
Girl I can't take you. Hey I'm goin' to Detroit Michigan, Girl, you got to stay here behind. Goin' to get me a job, On the Cadillac assembly line. I'm tired of whoopin' and hollerin' Up and down the Mississippi road. Oh I'm tired of whoopin' and hollerin' Pickin' that nasty cotton. Gonna catch me a bus up north, I won't have to keep sayin' yessir boss. Goin' to Detroit Michigan, Girl I can't take you. Hey I'm goin' to Detroit Michigan, Girl, you got to stay here behind. Goin' to get me a job, On the Cadillac assembly line. Well, girl if you'll be alright, And keep your blue jeans zipped up tight When I make my first check, I'll put you on the Delta jet. Hey hey. I'm gonna send for you darlin' Won't you come on home |
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