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My heart has been broken
And all of my love`s in vain Heart have been broken And all my love`s in vain But the people`s always told me That woman was the glory of a man You whip her when she need it The judge will not let you explain Whip her when she need it The judge will not let you explain Because he believe in justice and a woman is the glory of a man I`d rather be tied out on the desert Right out in the falling rain Tied out on the desert Right out in the falling rain Than to lose my baby She is the glory of a man |
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It's just one thing baby
I'm asking you to do It's just one little thing baby I'm asking you to do Please give me back your key to your door I called the little girl about a quarter after nine I called the little girl one morning about a quarter after nine The landlady say I'm sorry, she's not in at the present time I called my baby back about fifteen after four I called my baby back fifteen after four I said darling, would you please give me back the key to your door |
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Baby, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself.
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself. I don't want you to tell nobody in your family, And don't mention it to nobody else. Don't tell your mother, Don't tell your father, Don't tell your sister, Don't mention it to your brother, Please, darling, keep our business to yourself. Don't you tell nobody, And don't mention it to nobody else. You have a husband, I have a wife, If you start to talkin, That's gonna mess up our life, Please, please baby, keep our business to yourself. Don't you tell nobody, And don't mention it to nobody else. Goodbye darlin. |
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Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial Alright The good Lord made the world and everything was in it The way my baby love is some solid sentiment She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial |
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Baby, baby
I'm gonna bring it on home to you I done bought my ticket, I got my load Conductor done hollered, "All, aboard" Take my seat and ride way back And watch this train move down the track Baby, baby I'm gonna bring it on home to you I think about the good times I once have had Soul got happy now, my heart got glad I think about the way you love me too You can bet your life, I'm comin home to you I'm goin home I'm gonna bring it on home, now I'm gonna bring it on home, now I'm gonna bring it on home, now Gonna bring it on home Bring it on home to you |
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