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I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word
Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done, what evil has the poor girl heard Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you broke my windin' chain Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you have broke my windin' chain And you taken my lovin', and you give it to your other man And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall But boys, my needles have got rusty, and it will not play at all Beatrice, I love my phonograph mmm, babe and I'm bound to lose my mind Beatrice, I love my phonograph, and I'm 'bout to lose my mind Why'n't1 you bring your clothes back home, baby, and try me one more time Now my phonograph, mmm, babe, it won't say a lonesome word My little phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word What evil I have done, what evil have the poor girl heard Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home I wanna wind your little phonograph, just to hear your little motor moan |
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And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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And I followed her to the station, with a1 suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station, with a1 suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind Well, the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind All my love's in vain Ou hou ou ou ou, hoo, Willie Mae Oh oh oh oh oh hey, hoo, Willie Mae Ou ou ou ou ou ou hee vee oh woe All my love's in vain |
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I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be
Mmm mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Eee hee eee, gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Well, a man don't need a woman, hoo, fair brown, that he got to give all his money to Everybody say she got a mojo, now, she's been usin' that stuff Mmmm, mmmm, everybody says she got a mojo, 'cause she been usin' that stuff But she got a way trimmin'1 down, hoo, fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough Now little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen Ooo eee, since I am the king baby, and you is a queen Let's us put our heads together, hoo, fair brown, then we can make our money green |
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When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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If I had possession, over judgment day
If I had possession, over judgment day Lord, the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't, have no right to pray And I went to the mountain, lookin' as far as my eyes could see And I went to the mountain, lookin' as far as my eyes would see Some other man got my woman, and these lonesome blues got me And I rolled and I tumbled and I, cried the whole night long And I rolled and I tumbled and I, cried the whole night long Boy, I woke up this mornin', my biscuit roller gone Had to fold my arms and I, slowly walked away (spoken: I didn't like the way she done) Had to fold my arms and I, slowly walked away I said in my mind, "Yo' trouble gon' come some day1" Now run here, baby, set down on my knee Now run here, baby, set down on my knee I wanna tell you all about the way they treated me |
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From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers It cause so many men, wear an apron overall From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man' reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word
Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done, what evil has the poor girl heard Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you broke my windin' chain Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you have broke my windin' chain And you taken my lovin', and you give it to your other man And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall But boys, my needles have got rusty, and it will not play at all Beatrice, I love my phonograph mmm, babe and I'm bound to lose my mind Beatrice, I love my phonograph, and I'm 'bout to lose my mind Why'n't1 you bring your clothes back home, baby, and try me one more time Now my phonograph, mmm, babe, it won't say a lonesome word My little phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word What evil I have done, what evil have the poor girl heard Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home I wanna wind your little phonograph, just to hear your little motor moan |
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I keep drinkin' malted milk1, try'n to drive my blues away
I keep drinkin' malted milk, try'n to drive my blues away Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin', as the flowers is in May Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head And I have a funny, funny feelin', and I'm talkin' all out my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Keep on stirrin' my malted milk mama, until I change my mind My door knob keeps on turnin', it must be spooks around my bed My door knob keeps on turnin', must be spooks around my bed I have a warm, old feelin', and the hair risin' on my head |
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Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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And I followed her to the station, with a1 suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station, with a1 suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind Well, the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind All my love's in vain Ou hou ou ou ou, hoo, Willie Mae Oh oh oh oh oh hey, hoo, Willie Mae Ou ou ou ou ou ou hee vee oh woe All my love's in vain |
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It's the last fair deal goin' down,
last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord, on that Gulfport Island Road1 Please, Ida Belle, don't cry this time Ida Belle, don't cry this time If you cry about a nickel, you'll die 'bout a dime She wouldn't cry, but the money won't2 mine I love the way you do, I love the way you do I love the way you do, good Lord, on this Gulfport Island Road1 My captain's so mean on me, my captain's so mean on me My captain's so mean on me, good Lord, on this Gulfport Island Road Take camp tain he and see, camp ain't he and see At scal ain't be at seen3, good Lord, on that Gulfport Island Road Ah, this last fair deal goin' down, it's the last fair deal goin' down This' the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord, on this Gulfport Island Road1 I'm workin' my way back home, I'm working my way back home I'm workin' my way back home, good Lord, on this Gulfport Island Road And that thing don't keep-a ringin' so soon That thing don't keep-a ringin' so soon And that thing don't keep-a ringin' so soon, good Lord, on that Gulfed-and-Port Island Road |
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Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be
Mmm mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Eee hee eee, gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Well, a man don't need a woman, hoo, fair brown, that he got to give all his money to Everybody say she got a mojo, now, she's been usin' that stuff Mmmm, mmmm, everybody says she got a mojo, 'cause she been usin' that stuff But she got a way trimmin'1 down, hoo, fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough Now little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen Ooo eee, since I am the king baby, and you is a queen Let's us put our heads together, hoo, fair brown, then we can make our money green |
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When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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