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You're gonna need somebody on your bond child
You're gonna need somebody on your bond When it's late 'round midnight and old man Death comes slippin' into the room You're gonna need somebody on your bond You take Mary and Martha standin' up in the hillside Mary explainin' to Martha, "Darlin', look at the river deep and the water wide" Here comes ole Moses, faithful Moses carryin' big ole stones up the hill Tellin' everybody they're gonna need somebody on their bond Whoa, you take Maivus Staples and ole Corn Cheevers [unverified] They got the good side on their bond Oh, I been listen to the music people ever since the day I was born My momma raised me in a room across from the church by the tree And that sweet gospel music, oh how it used to comfort me Tellin' everybody they're gonna need somebody on their bond |
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Got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird
Honey got a bird... it would sing, baby got a bird Honey got a bird... it would sing Without Corrina, sure don't mean..., sure don't mean a natural thing I learned to love you baby for I call honey for I call your name, baby for I call Honey for I call your name, I Wouldn't Trade Your Love For Money, Honey You Are My Warm Heart, Baby You Are My Warm Hearts Flame Have mercy, have mercy, baby you my hard luck Honey on my hard luck soul, baby you my hard luck Honey on my hard luck soul I got a rainbow round my shoulder shines like silver, baby Looks like Klondike gold I got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird Honey got a bird... it would sing, baby got a bird Honey got a bird... it would sing Without my Corrina, sure don't mean, sure don't mean a natural thing Corrina, ho, Corrina, Corrina Corrina, corrina |
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[Junior Wells]
Checkin' on my baby, see what she puttin' down So many days and nights I been out of town I wouldn't call home, and I wouldn't even write I bought me a plane and flew back the same night Checkin' on my baby, find out what she puttin' down Checkin' up on my baby, find out what she puttin' down So many nights and days I been out of town |
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Gonna move up to the country
Paint my mailbox blue Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Put some flowers on it baby Paint some trailin' vines and dew You know I'm leavin' LA baby Don't you know this smog's got me down I'm leavin' LA baby Don't you know this smog has got me down I'm goin' up to the country Where there ain't no doggone smog around Well, come here baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Well, come here baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Well, you be my woman And I'll be your city-boy, country man. I'm gonna move up to the country Gonna paint, gonna paint, gonna paint, my mailbox blue Move up to the country Gonna paint my mailbox blue Put some flowers on it honey Paint some trailin' vines and dew |
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Some folk built like this, some folk built like that
But the way I'm built, don't you call me fat Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all the good girl need Some folk rip and run, some folk believe in signs But if you want me, baby you got to take your time Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all the good girl need I ain't have no diamond, I ain't have no gold But I do have lovin' to satisfy your soul Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all you good women need |
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Far below the northern lights
Far below the northern lights Far below the northern lights Oh, I wish I was in Texas Movin' on a steady roll I wish I was in Texas Movin' on a steady roll You know I love that fine lookin' Texas woman to satisfy my soul You know my baby is sweet as honey Sweet from the honey bee You know my baby is sweet as honey Sweet from the honey bee Ain't nothin' else to sing of in my life Ooh, she'd be so nice to me Lord, it ain't no use to worry Ain't no use to mourn Lord, ain't no use to worry Ain't no use to mourn You know the way I love that woman I just can't stand to leave alone Jives on this song Got love for ten women But the one woman on my mind She don't treat me like no stranger She treat me nice and kind She don't worry about the neighbors 'Cause they might not like what they see She could care less about what they sayin' She's a woman and she's absolutely free I wish I was down there in Texas Swingin' on a steady roll I'd love that San Antonio woman To satisfy my soul I'd love that San Antonio woman To satisfy my soul (Incomprehensible) I'd love that fine, fine Texas woman To satisfy my soul |
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[Elmore James]
I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best girl I'm lovin', now my friends can get in my room I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know If I don't find her in Mississippi, she be in East Monroe I know And I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets No I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets Man, she's a no good doney they shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe, I believe my time ain't long I ain't gonna leave my baby, and break up my happy home |
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It rained so hard the day I left
The weather it was dry, sun so hot I'd like to froze myself to death Susanna don't you cry Singin' oh, Susanna don't you, don't you Don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I, 'cause I'm on my way to Alabama, baby With your banjo upon my knee Well now it rained so hard the day I left The weather it was dry, don't you know that I would like to froze myself to death Susanna don't you cry Singin' oh, Susanna Baby, don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I ,'cause I'm on my way to Alabama Baby, with that banjo upon my knee Come along, baby true love, baby Honey, make me strong Oh, woman when I'm standing near you, baby You make me feel ten feet tall Singin' singin' oh, Susanna Baby, don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I'm on my way to Alabama Baby with your banjo upon my knee Well I come from Alabama My true love for to see I'm goin' down Louisiana Baby, don't you cry about me Singin' oh, Susanna Baby, don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I'm on my way to Alabama With the banjo upon my knee Oh, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up, oh Talkin' 'bout, oh Alabama With the banjo upon my knee Honey, oh, on my knee, baby Oh, woman on my knee Said but don't you understand? It's on my knees |
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I had the blues, so bad one time it put my face in a permanent frown
You know I'm feeling so much better, I could cakewalk1 into town Honey, I woke up this mornin' feelin' so good, you know I laid back down again Throw your big leg over me mama, I might not feel this good again My baby, my baby, I do love the way she walks And when my woman gets sleepy, I love the way she baby-talks My work is getting scarce, oh baby, my work it done got hard, I spend my whole day stealin' chickens Honey from the rich folks yard I would love to take a picnic in the country and stay all day I wouldn't do nothing but while my blues away I had the blues so bad one time it put my face in a permanent frown You know I'm feelin' so much better I could cakewalk into town |
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Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time
Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. I went on down to my fav'rit fishin' hole Baby grab me a pole an' line. Throw my pole on in, caught a nine poun' catfish Now ya' know I brought 'im home for suppertime. Provin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind, Say, can I go fishin' wi' chu? I took 'im on down to the fishin' hole Now what do you think that he did do? Pulled a great big fish out da' bottom o' da pond, Now he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Put 'im in da' pot baby put 'im in da' pan Honey cook 'im 'til he nice an' brown. Make a batch o' buttermilk, Hoe cakes Mama An' ya' chew them thangs an' ya' chomp 'em on down Singin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Play da' blues..... Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife She gonna Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, O Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Mama's goin' fishin, And the baby goin' fishin' too |
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This next song is a funny little song
About snow in the desert Champagne don't drive me crazy Cocaine don't make me lazy Ain't nobody's business but my own Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica Ain't nobody's business but my own You can ride a great big pink Cadillac to church on Sunday You can hang around the house with your old lady on Monday Ain't nobody's business but your own Man, I don't care what in the world that you do As long as you do what you say you going to Ain't nobody's business but your own Now, I know some of you cuties You real fine cuties, you go stepping downtown Just to hang around Standing on the corner So the fellows will stare and say "Oh, ain't she sweet?" Champagne don't drive me crazy Cocaine don't make me lazy Ain't nobody's business but my own Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica Ain't nobody's business but my own You can walk downtown in your birthday suit I can see you coming out of the Bank Of America with a whole lotta loot Ain't nobody's business but your own Now, you know that cocaine's for horses now it ain't for men The doctors said it'll kill me but they didn't say when Ain't nobody's business but your own Now, you know sometime I put on my straw hat And my striped pants, my spats baby You know I go trucking downtown Standing on the corner so the fellas can stare and say Hey man, ain't you the brother in the '57 mercury With the turnpike skirts and the chrome reverse wheels The white wall tires and lights running the skirts Was painted lime green with reversible license plates With windows that you can see out, can nobody see in With four on the floor, 745 horsepower and a big stereo Listening to Wolfman Jack say, "Ain't this X C I B, baby" Champagne don't drive me crazy Cocaine don't make me lazy Ain't nobody's business but my own Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica Ain't nobody's business but your own, but my own Come on now let's try it, here we go, one, two, three Now, champagne don't drive me crazy Cocaine don't make me lazy Ain't nobody's business but my own Sing it out Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down at Costa Rica Ain't nobody's business but my own Once again Champagne don't drive me crazy Cocaine don't make me lazy Ain't nobody's business but my own Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica Ain't nobody's business but my own |
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Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door? You know I woke up in the mornin', now, I had them Statesboro Blues I woke up this morning now, I had them Statesboro Blues I looked over in the corner, grandma and grandpa had 'em too Mama got 'em, papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild, wild, wild Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild Ya know I ain't good lookin', but I'll stumble on a sweet angel-child (Alt. lyric : "I'm gonna find me a sweet angel-child") Mama got 'em, (doncha know ?), papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go ? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door ? |
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I pulled out of Pittsburgh an I rolling down the eastern seaboard
I've got my diesel wound up and she's running like she never did before There's a speed zone ahead all right, I don't see a cop in sight Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight I got ten forward gears and a sweet Georgia overdrive I'm taking little white pills and my eyes are open wide Just passed a Jimmy and a White, I've been passing everything in sight Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight It seems like a month since I kissed my baby bye bye I got a lot of woman but I'm not like some of the guys Got my air horns running clear Baby you oughta watch the way I shift my gears Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight ICC is checking on down the line Honey you know I'm a little overweight and my log books way behind But nothing bothers a soul at night, I can dodge them scales all right Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight My rigs a little old but it don't mean she's slow There's a good flame coming from her smokestack and the smoke's black as coal My home town coming in sight, if you think I'm happy baby baby baby your right Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight |
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Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time
Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. I went on down to my fav'rit fishin' hole Baby grab me a pole an' line. Throw my pole on in, caught a nine poun' catfish Now ya' know I brought 'im home for suppertime. Provin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind, Say, can I go fishin' wi' chu? I took 'im on down to the fishin' hole Now what do you think that he did do? Pulled a great big fish out da' bottom o' da pond, Now he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Put 'im in da' pot baby put 'im in da' pan Honey cook 'im 'til he nice an' brown. Make a batch o' buttermilk, Hoe cakes Mama An' ya' chew them thangs an' ya' chomp 'em on down Singin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Play da' blues..... Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife She gonna Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, O Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Mama's goin' fishin, And the baby goin' fishin' too |
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("Little" Walter Jacobs)
Blues with a feelin', That's what I have today Blues with a feelin', That's what I have today I'm gonna find my baby, If it takes all night and day What a lonesome feelin', When your by yourself What a lonesome feelin', When your by yourself When the one that you're lovin', Have gone away livin' Girl you know I love you baby, I wanted the reason why You only left me baby, Then you left me here to cry Blues with a feelin', That's what I have today I'm gonna find my baby, If it takes all night and day |
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This country has a great history of railroads
You know, goin' from one place to another And some of our country's finest citizens lived across the tracks It was no big thing but the railroad had a lot to do with it You probably wondering about what I'm talking right now I'm talkin' about a lady named Elizabeth Cotton She wrote this song a long time ago when she was a young girl She's still playin' guitar today and I'm gonna sing a few lines for you We love you Elizabeth, love you Elizabeth Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Freight train, freight train goin' so fast I don't know what train I'm on Won't you tell me where I'm goin'? When I die bury me deep Down at the end of old Chestnut street Tell all the people that I've done gone And where I've gone I just don't know Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Freight train, freight train goin' so fast I don't know what train I'm on So won't you tell me where I'm goin'? |
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Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad Walking down the road with a ratchet in your waist Johnny you're too bad You're just robbin' now you're stabbin' Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy too bad You're just robbin' and you're stabbin' Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? You're gonna run to the rock for rescue There'll be no rock You're gonna run to the rock for rescue There'll be no rock [ Incomprehensible] Johnny you're too bad [Incomprehensible] Johnny you're too bad |
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Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh. Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh.
Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire) Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire: gonna get burn. (catch a fire) Wo, now! Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip, My blood runs cold. I remember on the slave ship, How they brutalize the very souls. Today they say that we are free, Only to be chained in poverty. Good God, I think it's illiteracy; It's only a machine that makes money. Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all. Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh. Slave driver, uh! The table is turn, baby, now; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn, baby, now. (catch a fire) Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire) Catch a fire: so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire) Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip, My blood runs cold. I remember on the slave ship, How they brutalize the very soul. O God, have mercy on our souls! Oh, slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn. (catch a fire) Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire) Catch a fire ... |
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I know the desert could hold all the love that i feel in my heart for you
Just like the ocean that started to roll, my love it could be coming to you Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold If the cook in the kitchen had a touch as hot as yours, it wouldn't need a fire I can't think of a word that describes you better than indescribable Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold If the bees only knew how sweet you were, darling, they would shut up their honey comb If the birds could hear how sweet your voice is, they'd pack up and fly away Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold |
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Though you failed at love and lost
And sorrow's turned your heart to frost I will mend your heart again Remember the feeling as a child When you woke up and morning smiled It's time its time its time you felt like that again There is just no percentage in remembering the past It's time you learned to live again and love at last Come with me leave your yesterday your yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind You stare at me with disbelief You say for you there's no relief But girl I swear it won't do you no harm Don't sit there in your lonely room Just looking back inside that gloom Mama that's not were you belong Come with me I'll take you where the taste of life is green And everyday everyday hold on woman just got to be seen Come with me leave your yesterday your yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind Though you failed at love and lost And sorrow's turned your heart to frost I will mend your heart again Remember the feeling as a child When you woke up and morning smiled It's time its time its time you felt like that again There is just no percentage in remembering the past It's time you learned to live again and love at last Come with me leave your yesterday your yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind |
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