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The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the Hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him I got a Black cat bone I got a Mojo Too I got the Johnny Concheroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world will know The hoochie coochie man But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors say He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars Don't you mess with me But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm him |
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Cheap perfume, sweet perfume
Lonely smell that fills the room Roses in your low-rent tomb A picture made of cheap perfume Sad old rag, sad young hag Clothes that hide the early sag Sequins on a lame bag The sparkles of a sad old rag. Chorus: Drink up and be happy Live just for today Drown in cheap tequila And flush yourself away. Worn out dream, washed up scheme Blueprint for a death machine Scarred wrists on a movie queen A picture of a worn out dream. Chorus 2 times |
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i was born in a trunk
mama died and my daddy got drunk let me hear two dying crows in the middle of tobacco road grew up in a rusty shack all i owned was hanging on my back only lord knows how i loved tobacco road but it's hard, hard the only life i've ever known but the lord knows how i loved tobacco road gonna leave, get a job with the help of the treesome god save my money, get rich enough bring it back to tobacco road bring dynamite and a crane blow it up and start all over again build a town be proud to show give the name tobacco road cause it's hard, hard the only life i've ever known i despise you cause you're filthy but i love you cause you're home solo bring dynamite and a crane blow it up start all over again build a town be proud to know this place called tobacco road cause it's hard, hard the only life i've ever known but the lord knows how i love tobacco road |
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Written by Jeremy Spencer.
Oh baby, I'll buy you a diamond ring Oh baby, I'll buy you a diamond ring If you let me darling I'll give you almost anything Well it's early in the morning And my baby can't be found Well it's early in the morning And my baby can't be found I looking working for my baby But she ain't nowhere around Oh baby, I need your love tonight Oh baby, you know I need your love tonight I want to make love to you darling While the moon is shining bright Well it's high up in the morning And I'm looking for my babe Yes I been up in the morning And i'm looking for my babe If she don't come back to me I'll put her six feet in her grave I said baby, I need your love tonight oh baby, I need your love tonight I want to make love to you baby While the moon is shining bright |
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Hey you with the guitar.
Where did you play last night? I do believe it was in Memphis, But I can't remember right now. 'Cause I been foul politicin' And I acted in fear to be. I had to get up five this morning With them bells playing in my head. Sometimes I work so hard, I'm gonna play my fingers to the bone. Well, I can boogie, boogie, Boogie on my way back home. Well, I've been workin' every night For the pastes buy meats and needs. I'm gonna finish up tomorrow night And turn myself a plane back east. I'm gonna do my work So I can help my pain and rest. Well, I'll be back here someday soon Hope I can give my best. Sometimes I work so hard, I'm gonna play my fingers to the bone. And now I can boogie, boogie, Boogie on my way back home. Yeah. Well, my axe is gettin' rusty And an old slow demon I seem to be. The throat is gettin' dusty, Before it's gone that I had thrifty hands. Well, I've been up for heart breakin' And I had to keep my men to pay. I had to catch a plane this morning With them bells ringing in my head. Sometimes I work so hard, I'm gonna, gonna play my fingers to the bone, hooh. Well, now I can boogie, boogie, Boogie on my way back home. Said I learned to boogie, boogie, Boogie on my way back home. I can boogie, boogie, Boogie on my way back home. |
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Remember when you were a schoolgirl, schoolgirl
When we played love games like children do And in some games I used to pull your hair And other games at your house with no one there Schoolgirl, schoolgirl - those loveletters that you handed to me Schoolgirl, schoolgirl - early Mondays and Sundays for tea I must have been a fool not to fall for you When you were a schoolgirl Remember when you were a schoolgirl, schoolgirl Those holidays when I showed you what I had Remember when your mother caught us there My father kept me in for being bad Schoolgirl, schoolgirl - those loveletters that you handed to me Schoolgirl, schoolgirl - you were everything a schoolgirl should be I must have been a fool not to fall for you When you were a schoolgirl Schoolgirl, schoolgirl - those loveletters that you handed to me Schoolgirl, schoolgirl - early Mondays and Sundays for tea I must have been a fool not to fall for you When you were a schoolgirl Remember when you were a schoolgirl |
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I Should'a quit you, a long time ago Yes, I should'a quit you baby, a long time ago You know I wouldn't of been here now people, down on the killing floor If I had listened, to my second mind Yes, if I had listened, to my second mind You know i wouldn't be here now people, down on the killing floor If I had listened, to my second mind Yes, if I had listened, to my second mind Well you know I wouldn't have been here now people, down on the killing floor I should'a come on, when my friends said come to Mexico with me Yea I should'a went on, when my friends said come to Mexico with me Well you know I wouldn't be here now people, down on the killing floor Yea, I should'a quit you, baby, a long long time ago Yea, I should'a quit you, babe, a long time ago You know I wouldn't be here now people, down on the killing floor |
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