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| 2:00 | 
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Raise your window,
I ain't goin' out that door Raise your window, I ain't goin' out that door 'Cause the man out there might, be your man I don't know If you raise your window, I can ease out soft and low If you raise your window, I can ease out soft and low Your neighbors gonna be talkin', that stuff me don't know Ain't but one way out, I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out, I ain't goin' out that door If I get away this time, I won't be caught no more Ain't but one way out, I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out, I ain't goin' out that door If I get away this time, I won't be caught no more |
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| 2. |
| 2:48 |
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Baby, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself.
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself. I don't want you to tell nobody in your family, And don't mention it to nobody else. Don't tell your mother, Don't tell your father, Don't tell your sister, Don't mention it to your brother, Please, darling, keep our business to yourself. Don't you tell nobody, And don't mention it to nobody else. You have a husband, I have a wife, If you start to talkin, That's gonna mess up our life, Please, please baby, keep our business to yourself. Don't you tell nobody, And don't mention it to nobody else. Goodbye darlin. |
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| 3. |
| 1:56 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:31 |
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It's just one thing baby
I'm asking you to do It's just one little thing baby I'm asking you to do Please give me back your key to your door I called the little girl about a quarter after nine I called the little girl one morning about a quarter after nine The landlady say I'm sorry, she's not in at the present time I called my baby back about fifteen after four I called my baby back fifteen after four I said darling, would you please give me back the key to your door |
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| 3:08 |
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You got to help me
I can't do it all by myself You got to help me, baby I can't do it all by myself You know if you don't help me darling I'll have to find myself somebody else I may have to wash I may have to sew I may have to cook I might mop the floor But you help me babe You know if you don't help me darling I'll find myself somebody else When I walk, walk with me When I talk, you talk to me Oh baby, I can't do it all by myself You know if you don't help me darling I'll have to find myself somebody else Help me, help me darlin' Bring my nightshirt Put on your morning gown Bring my nightshirt Put on your morning gown Darlin I know we stripped bare But I don't feel like lying down |
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| 6. |
| 2:15 |
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Nine below zero on the outside,
but I brought my baby's temperature to a hundred and ten Nine below zero out on the outside, and I brought my baby's temperature to a hundred and ten Ever since the little girl put me down for another man I give 'r all of my money, my lovin' and everything All of my money, all my lovin' and everything I brought my baby's temperature up to a hundred and ten, and she done put me down for another man Temperature nine below zero on the outside, I brough my baby's temperature up to a hundred and ten, oh yes I did Nine below zero, and I brought my baby's temperature up to a hundred and ten, oh yeah Ever since then she done put me down for another man |
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| 7. |
| 3:28 |
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| 8. |
| 2:19 |
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It took me a long time,
to find out my mistakes Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes it sho' did man But I bet you my bottom dollar, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes I found out my downfall, back in nineteen and thirty I started checkin' I found out my downfall, from nineteen and thirty I'm tellin' all of my friends, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes All right now Yeh it is nineteen and fifty-seven, I've got to correct all of my mistakes Whoa man, nineteen and fifty-seven, I've got to correct all of my mistakes I'm tellin' my friends includin' my wife and everybody else, not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes |
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| 2:09 |
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| 10. |
| 2:32 |
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This old life,
I just can't stand to live it no more This old life, I just can't stand to live it no more Baby, you got to help me get myself straightened up right now, if you don't l am gon' have to go I'm asking you, baby, please help me just once more Asking you, baby I'm asking you please help me once more Because I'm gonna get myself straightened all out right now, so I won't go wrong no more Help me, baby, help me, darling, just once more If you help me get myself straightened out this time, I won't go wrong no more I done you wrong and I'm asking you to forgive Darling, I done you wrong, and I'm asking you to forgive If you just help me get myself straightened out this time, darling, I know just how you feel Please help me, darling |
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| 2:48 |
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My heart has been broken
And all of my love`s in vain Heart have been broken And all my love`s in vain But the people`s always told me That woman was the glory of a man You whip her when she need it The judge will not let you explain Whip her when she need it The judge will not let you explain Because he believe in justice and a woman is the glory of a man I`d rather be tied out on the desert Right out in the falling rain Tied out on the desert Right out in the falling rain Than to lose my baby She is the glory of a man |
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| 2:37 |
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| 13. |
| 3:23 |
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| 14. |
| 2:51 |
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| 15. |
| 3:02 |
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In my one room little cabin
just me and my little girl alone In my one room little cabin just me and my little girl alone It makes a man feel so good when she wrap way back in your arms The room is so small I can't even put up no cookin' stove The room is so small till I can't put up no cookin' stove But you can tell from the weather, it's so cold so cold outdoors I could hear it rainin' and see the lightnin' flashin' on my window pane Hear it rainin' could hear it rainin' And I could see the lightnin' flashin' on my window pane But the little girl lay her head up in my chest and said I love you, and I'm not ashamed |
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| 2:53 |
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| 17. |
| 2:31 |
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| 18. |
| 2:42 |
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My baby went shoppin' yesterday,
Said "I'm gonna buy what you need for Santa Claus" My baby went shoppin' yesterday, Said "I'm gonna buy what you need for Santa Claus, I'm gonna take mine with me, But I'll leave yours in my dresser drawer" So that started me to Ramblin' Lookin' in all of my baby's dresser drawers Whoa, that started me to ramblin', Lookin' all in my baby's dresser drawers Tryin' to find out, What did she bought me for Santa Claus When I pulled out the bottom dresser drawer, The landlady got mad and called the law When I pulled out the bottom dresser drawer, The landlady got mad and called the law I was just tryin' to find, What did she bought me for Santa Claus The police walked in and tapped me on the shoulder, "What you doing with your hand in that woman's dresser drawer?" I hand the police a letter my baby wrote me, Showin' where I should find my Santa Claus I just kept on pullin' out all of my baby's dresser drawers I walked out and left the police and the landlady arguin', Said, "Look at the man done pull out all the lady's dresser drawers" Yes, I walked out and left the police and the landlady arguin', Said, "Look at the man done pull out all the lady's dresser drawers" But he said, "I got the letter and show the judge The boy just tryin to find his Santa Claus" Oh yeah |
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| 2:29 |
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Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial Alright The good Lord made the world and everything was in it The way my baby love is some solid sentiment She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial |
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| 2:43 |
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