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| 1. |
| 3:49 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:31 |
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| 3. |
| 7:35 |
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| 4. |
| 2:58 |
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| 5. |
| 5:59 |
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| 6. |
| 6:11 |
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| 7. |
| 7:13 | 
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Now, this tune here should be easy for you to deal with
All you gotta do is, is remember back home, you know what I mean When you was sitting out behind the house Or practicing on your own guit feble Tryin' to get things together And you couldn't make in up your mind You kinda half-way knew what you wanted to do But, but you didn't have it all together, you know But you didn't know you wanted to travel Ain't that right! Yeah, I remember them days real good I know Didn't have really many clothes I didn't know nobody to call, to sing for you So you had to get out there in no time You know, so You don't make no tiffanies, you say, "I'm goin' And I know I got a great time, but I'm goin' anyway" Whatever happens, what happens? Whatever happens, I gotta pay my dues somewhere Listen Dreamed that I was lucky But I woke up cold in hand, yeah Hey, I dreamed that I was lucky, darlin' But I woke up cold in hand, yeah, yeah I dreamed I had you all by myself But now I know you found you another man, yeah Oh, that's why I wonderin' Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin' Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah You know I haven't got so many But I got so far to go, yeah Yes, you got a good woman You better pin her to your side, yeah Hey, if you gotta good lady, fellow You better pin'er up to your side, yeah, yeah Because if she flag my train, buddy I'm bound to let her ride well Oh, that's why I wonder Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Hey, sometimes I wonder, darlin' Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yeah, yeah You know I haven't got so many But I got so far to go, yeah, ain't that right? I see you might do something with it I hope so Yeah, take it You know, fix it like it you want |
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| 8. |
| 4:38 |
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Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha We're gonna try it one mo' time The new, Cross Cut Saw Comin' at you, hot an' heavy Watch this! Got a hell-uva groove to it, too! Hey brother, aah! I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam' Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill' Last girl I cut the wood for Want me back again I'm a cross-cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help me say, 'Hot dog') Now dig this! Yeah Got a double-bladed ax That's really cuttin' good I'm a crosscut saw Bury me in the wood I'm a crosscut saw Just drag me across the log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog' Dig this! Yeah! Well, alright Spoken: Hey, Mike! Oh, Mike Let's do it like we did in 1965 In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin' We did Crosscut Saw It went somethin' like this And it had a hell-uva groove to it (In that little room with no air conditioner over there) Funk-aay, but gettin' on down Heavy stuff! Ha-ha-ha Watch this! (Bass player) Oooo-wee! Ooo-UH! I could feel that m'self Wait a minute! Let's take it from the top, one more time Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time? I can't hear ya Do you want it from the top, one more time? We're goin' all the way to the top And come down with a hell-uva groove Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself It's gon' be sho' nuff funky! Bandmember says: ('Watch this, man!') ooh-uh |
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| 9. |
| 4:17 |
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