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| 2:59 | 
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Hello, little school girl
Good morning, little school girl Can I go home with you? Can I go home, later wit' you? Now, you can tell yo' mother an' yo' father, mm That Sonny Boy's a little school boy, too I woke up this morning I woke up this morning Lord, and I couldn't make me no Lord, I couldn't make me, no town Well, said I didn't have no blues, woman But I was all messed up, anyhow Now, you be my baby, mm Come on an' be my baby, mm I'll buy you a diamond I'll buy you a diamond ring Well, if you don't be my little woman Then I won't buy you a doggone thing I'm gonna buy me a airplane I'm gonna buy me a airplane I'm gonna fly all over this land I'm gonna fly all over this land's town Don't find the woman that I'm lovin' Then I ain't goin' to let my airplane down I do no hollerin' I do no hollerin' Baby, what in this world I'm gonna do Baby, what in this world I'm gonna do Well, that I don't want never hurt yo' feelin' Or either get mad at you |
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| 2. |
| 3:03 |
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My bluebird, bluebird, please take this letter down south for me
Now, bluebird, bluebird, please take this letter down south for me Now you can tell my baby, I'm up here in St. Louis, oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be Now, bluebird, when you get to Jackson, I want you to fly down on Shannon Street Now, bluebird when you get to Jackson, I want you to fly down on Shannon Street Well, but I don't want you to stop flyin', until you find Miss Lacey Belle, for me Now bluebird, when you find Miss Lacey Belle, I want you to please give her my best regard Now bluebird, when you find Miss Lacey Belle, oh, give her my best regard Well, that you can tell her I'm up here in St. Louis but these times is awful doggone hard Now bluebird, she may not be at home but please, knock on her door Now bluebird, she may not be at home but please knock on her door Well , but she might be right across the street, visitin' her next door neighbor, you know |
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| 3. |
| 2:57 |
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> Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me Bring me my granulated sugar1, sugar mama, and try to ease my misery You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too You've got this granulated sugar, sugar mama, ain't nobody else got, but you They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, been braggin' all over town They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, braggin' all over town Now, the bootleggers want you to sell 'em enough to make whiskey, but you won't sell 'em about four or five pounds I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night Don't get my sugar three times a day, oh, Lord, then I don't feel right |
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| 4. |
| 2:33 |
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Well, I don't run no fillin' station
I don't sell no gas I done brought my problem My burners heat too fast You got the bottle up and gone You got the bottle up and gone You know that high-powered mama That your papa got your water on Well now look-a-here, baby What you been waitin' on? Say ya didn't love me I'd-a done been gone You got the bottle up and gone You got the bottle up and gone You know that high-powered mama You know that papa got you water on Well, I had a little duck An' I named him, Jim I put him on the pond Just to see him swim You got the bottle up and gone You got the bottle up and gone You know that high-powered mama You know that papa got your water on Well, ya want ev'rything In the latest style But I've got wise Unto your line of jive You got the bottle up and gone You got the bottle up and gone You know that high-powered mama That your papa got your water on Well, if you don't love me Why don't you tell me so? I know you don't love me Baby, no mo' You got the bottle up and gone You got the bottle up and gone You know that high-powered mama You know that your papa got your water on I can't play no piano But I wish I could I got a woman Don't mean me no good You got the bottle up and gone You got the bottle up and gone You know that high-powered mama You know that papa got your water on |
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| 2:47 |
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Now, when a little girl becomin' twelve years old
Beginin' to think she grown Well, you can never catch that kinda Little girl at home But you have to go there early in the mornin' Baby, 'bout the break of day Now, you oughta see me grab the pillow Where my baby used to lay Now, that I've got a little woman Her name is, Miss Kate She told me to come to the house this mo'nin' I got there about half past eight She ask, 'I told you, come early in the mo'nin' Baby, 'bout the break of day' Now, ya oughta see me grab the pillow Where my baby used to lay I said, 'Look-a-here, woman You fool with too many men I can't never come to see you in the evenin I have to come 'n see you when I can' You tell me, 'Come early in the mo'nin' Baby, 'bout the break of day' Now, you oughta see me grab the pillow Where my baby used to lay (harmonica & guitar) Well now, I said, 'Look-a-here, woman (good!) I ain't gonna fool 'round wit' you, no mo' I know you don't love me You out, 'round with Mr. So 'n So You tell me, 'Come early in the mo'nin' Baby, 'bout the break of day' Now, ya oughta see me grab the pillow Where my baby used to lay. |
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| 2:55 | 
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| 3:31 |
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> Lord, I had a woman, she was nice lovin' in ev'ry way
Lord, I had a woman, she was nice lovin' in ev'ry way Lord, but she died and left me, I have the blues on ev'ry decoration day Lord, I hated to see her leave, because these were the last words my baby had to say Lord, I hate to see her leave me, because these are the last words my baby had to say She told me to bring her some flowers, on ev'ry decoration day People you havin' a good time now, just like the flowers that comes in May People you havin' a good time now, just like the flowers that comes in May Now, but Sonny Boy, thinks about his baby, on ev'ry decoration day Fare you well, baby, I ain't got no mo' to say Fare you well, baby, I ain't got no mo' to say Lord, but I always rememeber, I won't never forget decoration day Play along boy! |
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| 8. |
| 3:12 |
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| 9. |
| 2:46 |
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| 10. |
| 2:55 |
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| 11. |
| 2:51 |
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| 12. |
| 3:00 |
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| 13. |
| 3:09 |
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| 14. |
| 3:03 |
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| 15. |
| 3:13 |
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| 3:03 |
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| 17. |
| 2:37 |
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| 18. |
| 2:43 |
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| 19. |
| 2:46 |
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| 20. |
| 2:39 |
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| 21. |
| 2:54 |
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| 22. |
| 2:33 |
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| 23. |
| 2:26 |
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| 24. |
| 2:48 |
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| 25. |
| 2:58 |
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A-now-now, when you see a drunk man
It made-a you mad When you get drunk You look-a just as bad You better cut that out Yeah, you better cut that out You better cut that out, boy Befo' it be too, late A-now-now, when you get high You know now, you'll get worse When you get drunk You throw a rock in a hearst You better cut that out Yeah, you better cut that out Ya better cut that out, boy Befo' it be too, late I see you're on your knees You know you mistreat a friend The next thing you know You'll been wonderin' where you been You better cut that out Yeah, you better cut that out Ya better cut that out, boy Befo' it be too, late Ya went downtown Ya say, you didn't go to stay long The next time I saw ya You's in another man's home You better cut that out Yeah, you better cut that out Ya better cut that out, boy Befo' it be too, late Well now, when you get high You don't know what to do You say you get high Because you feelin' blue An you better cut that out Yeah, you better cut that out Well, ya better cut that out, boy Befo' it be too, late |
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