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Playin' with my mind babe
Always accusin' me of doin' wrong I say you're playin' with my mind, woman You're always accusin' me of doin' wrong I can see you're lights on baby But I can't see, I can't see nobody home Now here come my mother-in-law It's the same thing ev'ry day Ever since we been married baby She tried to drive me away, yeah Now you're still accusin' me baby Accusin' me of doin' wrong I can see your lights on baby But I can't see, I can't see nobody home When I have to go to work I gotta go to work downtown If I get home a little late baby You say I'm out messin' around Now you're still accusin' me baby Accusin' me of doin' wrong I can see your lights on baby But I can't see, I can't see nobody home |
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My father and mother were great people
Oh, what a beautiful memory of them My father used to sing a sweet love song Mother would sing that soul for him I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood And Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees I know I can't dig the sweet melody I'm blue and all alone I wonder what in a hell is wrong with me I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues Mister Bartender I want you to play the jukebox for me I want you to take my last dime And put it on BB, Ray or me I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues |
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Lord knows I've tried
To do what's right Five long years I've stayed home Both day and night I gotta a long trouble Over yonder Way up there I heard a mean Always in trouble Lord they just won't let me be People talk about me Both night and day I said, Lord please forgive them And go the other way I smell a long trouble Way over yonder way up there a mean Whoooh Always in trouble Lord, they just won't let me be Won't let me be But from now on I will not run and hide Gonna face trouble with a smile And hope it pass me by I gotta long trouble Way over yonder way up there a mean Whoh, always in trouble Lord, they just won't let me be Ah, Lord, they won't let me be Oh, from now on I will not run and hide Gonna face trouble with a smile And hope it pass me by I gotta long trouble Way over yonder way up there a mean Whoh, always in trouble They just won't They just won't They just won't They just won't let me be Oooh, yea-a-a-a |
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