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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun3 I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ahoh, baby, where you stayed last night Ahah, baby, where you stayed last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Her .38 special, boys, it do very well I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burning If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin4 sure can't help her none Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest Ahoh boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Hellhound On My Trail/ The Songs Of Robert Johnson (2002)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found You better come on in my kitchen, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again She better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors (spoken: Mama, can't you hear that wind howl? Oh how the wind do howl!) You better come on in my kitchen, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Nnn, the woman that I love, I crave to see She's up the country, won't write to me Then, you better come on in my kitchen, goin' to be rainin' outdoors I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me But she better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors My mamma dead, papa well's1 to be, ain't got nobody to love and care for me She better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please" Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here Oooo, oooeeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 You can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please" Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here Oooo, oooeeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 You can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Folk, Gospel & Blues: Will The Circle Be Unbroken (1999)
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please" Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here Oooo, oooeeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 You can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please" Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here Oooo, oooeeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 You can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please" Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here Oooo, oooeeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 You can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please" Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here Oooo, oooeeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 You can run, tell my friend-boy1 Willie Brown2 Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone
I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan I got dead shrimps here, someone is fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, ooh, someone fishin' in my pond I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm1 Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out, at the hole where I used to fish, baby, you've got me posted out I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond Catchin' my goggle-eye perches, and they barbequin' the bone Now you taken my shrimps, baby, you know you turned me down I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound You taken my shrimps, oohh, know you turned me down Babe, I couldn't do nothin', until I got myself unwound |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home And I can't see the reason why that, I can't leave these no-good women's alone My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (spoken: Oh, play 'em now) I'm a drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall |
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From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers It cause so many men, wear an apron overall From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man' reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers It cause so many men, wear an apron overall From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man' reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers It cause so many men, wear an apron overall From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man' reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers It cause so many men, wear an apron overall From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man' reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
From four until late, I was wringing my hands and cryin' (2x)
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hours' ride (2x) A man is like a prisoner, and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers (2x) It cause so many men, wear an apron over-all From four until late, she get with a no good bunch and clown (2x) Now she won't do nothin', but tear a good man's reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell (2x) And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
From four until late, I was wringing my hands and cryin' (2x)
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hours' ride (2x) A man is like a prisoner, and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers (2x) It cause so many men, wear an apron over-all From four until late, she get with a no good bunch and clown (2x) Now she won't do nothin', but tear a good man's reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell (2x) And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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From four until late, I was wringing my hands and cryin' (2x)
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hours' ride (2x) A man is like a prisoner, and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers (2x) It cause so many men, wear an apron over-all From four until late, she get with a no good bunch and clown (2x) Now she won't do nothin', but tear a good man's reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell (2x) And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell |
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I got to keep movin', I've got to keep movin'
Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Umm mmm mmm mmm Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve If today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow was Christmas day (spoken: Aow, wouldn't we have a time, baby?) All I would need my little sweet rider just, to pass the time away, huh huh, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm mmm, around my door, all around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, all around your daddy's door, hmm hmm hmm It keep me with ramblin' mind, rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell, the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree, tremblin' on the tree I can tell, the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree hmm hmm mmm mmm All I need's my little sweet woman, and to keep my company, hmmm hmm, hey hey My company |
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I got to keep movin', I've got to keep movin'
Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Umm mmm mmm mmm Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve If today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow was Christmas day (spoken: Aow, wouldn't we have a time, baby?) All I would need my little sweet rider just, to pass the time away, huh huh, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm mmm, around my door, all around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, all around your daddy's door, hmm hmm hmm It keep me with ramblin' mind, rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell, the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree, tremblin' on the tree I can tell, the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree hmm hmm mmm mmm All I need's my little sweet woman, and to keep my company, hmmm hmm, hey hey My company |
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I got to keep movin', I've got to keep movin'
Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Umm mmm mmm mmm Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve If today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow was Christmas day (spoken: Aow, wouldn't we have a time, baby?) All I would need my little sweet rider just, to pass the time away, huh huh, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm mmm, around my door, all around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, all around your daddy's door, hmm hmm hmm It keep me with ramblin' mind, rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell, the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree, tremblin' on the tree I can tell, the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree hmm hmm mmm mmm All I need's my little sweet woman, and to keep my company, hmmm hmm, hey hey My company |
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I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve And tomorrow was Christmas day If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day All I would need is my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree Tremblin' on the tree I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree All I need is my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom (2x)
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know (2x) If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet (2x) She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home (2x) You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom (2x) Girlfriend, the black man that you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' call up Chiney, she is my good girl over there (2x) If I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree And now you hear me howlin', baby, hmm hmm mmm, down on my bended knee I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many years, I know I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many long years, I know And some cream puff's usin' my money, ooh well, babe, but that'll never be no more You can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time ooh hoo ooo, you can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time Well, boys, she get ramblin' in her brain, hmm mmm mmm, some monkey man on her mind I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm a steady rollin' man, and I roll both night and day Well I don't have no sweet woman, hmm mmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree And now you hear me howlin', baby, hmm hmm mmm, down on my bended knee I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many years, I know I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many long years, I know And some cream puff's usin' my money, ooh well, babe, but that'll never be no more You can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time ooh hoo ooo, you can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time Well, boys, she get ramblin' in her brain, hmm mmm mmm, some monkey man on her mind I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm a steady rollin' man, and I roll both night and day Well I don't have no sweet woman, hmm mmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree And now you hear me howlin', baby, hmm hmm mmm, down on my bended knee I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many years, I know I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many long years, I know And some cream puff's usin' my money, ooh well, babe, but that'll never be no more You can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time ooh hoo ooo, you can't give your sweet woman, everything she wants in one time Well, boys, she get ramblin' in her brain, hmm mmm mmm, some monkey man on her mind I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm a steady rollin' man, and I roll both night and day Well I don't have no sweet woman, hmm mmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way |
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