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| 1. |
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Got a girl, her name's Francine,
finest thing you ever seen. And I love her, she's all that I want. And I need her, she's all that I need. Well, Francine, oh Francis, why do you love me and make me cry? How I love her, she's all that I want. How I need her, she's all that I need. If I ever caught her with Stevie P I'd throw her back in the Penitentiary, now. And if I caught her with my mother's son I'll call her daddy and get my gun. My Fancine just turned thirteen, she's my angelic teenage queen. And I love her, she's all that I want. And I need her, she's all that I need. And I love her, she's all that I want. And I need her, she's all that I need. And I love her, she's all that I want. And I need her, she's all that I need. - Billy Gibbons, Kenny Cordray & Steve Perron |
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| 2. |
| 3:49 |
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I just got paid today,
got me a pocket full of change. Said, I just got paid today, got me a pocket full of change. If you believe like workin' hard all day, just step in my shoes and take my pay. I was born my papa's son, when I hit the ground I was on the run. I had one glad hand and the other behind. You can have yours, just give me mine. When the houd dog barkin' in the black of the night, stick my hand in my pocket, everything's all right. I just got paid today, got me a pocket full of change. Said, black sheep, black, do you got some wool? Yes, I do, man, my bag is full. It's the root of evil and you know the rest but it's way ahead of what's second best. - Billy Gibbons & Bill Ham |
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| 3. |
| 3:45 |
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You know I'm wild about you, baby,
been keepin' me from my sleep at night. You know I'm hung up on you, little doll, you just don't treat your daddy right. You know you crazy when you get drunks, you be talkin' all out your head. You're acting mighty strange about me, sayin' those things you said. I'm just wild about you, baby, been keepin' me from my sleeps at night. You know I'm hung up on you, little darlin', you just don't treat your daddy right, oh yeah. D'ya know I came home last night and I looked down on the floor, I saw a fine pair of alligators, somethin' I never had before. But I'm wild about you, baby, been keepin' me from my sleeps at night. You know I'm hung up on you, little darlin', you just don't treat your daddy right. Said, now honey if you don't stop messin' round with me, try'n to make me out a dumbbell, somethin' I ain't never gonna be. I'm still wild about you, baby, you been keepin' me from my sleeps at night. You know I'm hung up on you, little doll, but you just don't treat your daddy right. |
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| 4. |
| 4:23 |
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One, two, whatcha gonna do?
Can you come and see me tonight? Black, white, feel alright if you could in broad daylight. If I could get to see her you know I'd try to please her, oh my Ko Ko. Don't try to ask me why, she set my soul on fire, oh my Ko Ko Blue, oh my Ko Ko Blue. You're hot, the cold, I'm rollin' low, jukin' down to twelve midnight on ice cream, you know what I mean. I think I got flavor you'll like. If I could get to see her you know I'd try to please her, oh my Ko Ko. Don't try to ask me why, she set my soul on fire, oh my Ko Ko Blue, oh my Ko Ko Blue. Hillbilly Willy, he's quite a guy from eatin' some of Ko Ko's pie. She's nice if you ask her twice. Ask him and he'll testify. If I could get to see her you know I'd try to please her, oh my Ko Ko. Don't try to ask me why, she set my soul on fire, oh my Ko Ko Blue, oh my Ko Ko Blue. - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard |
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| 3:20 |
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In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door
we was goin' to the country for what we came for. I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air. The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there. I was approachin' Simonton down by the cotton gin. There was old man Berkman trying to flag me in. He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas. I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast." Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. I took the road down to Cinco through that red Brazos River land, done hit that freeway at sunset. Now the big city lights are at hand. Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. - Billy Gibbons |
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| 3:23 |
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No, baby, tell me why don't you?
Well, now, baby, tell me why don't you? Aw, baby, tell me why don't you? No, baby, now want to make me some? Oh, now, baby, now want to make me some? Aw, baby, now want to make me some? No, baby, tell me why don't you? Oh, now, baby, tell me why don't you aw, make me some of your fine famous Bar-B-Q? - Billy Gibbons & Bill Ham |
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| 6:49 |
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Rain fell this mornin', make me feel so bad
on account of my baby walked off with another man. Like takin' eyesight from the blind man and money from the poor that woman took my lovin' and walked on out that door. And it sure got cold after the rain fell, not from the sky, from my eye. Somebody, can you tell me just what make a man feel this way? Like river without its water, like night without a day. And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell, not from the sky but from my eye. If you're home early in the mornin' you hear that rain to fall, with thunderbolts and lightning the wind begins to call. Your worry's superficial 'cause you slept on through the night but stormy weather keep you wond'rin' if ev'rything's all right. And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell, not from the sky but from my eye, not from the sky, from my eye. - Billy Gibbons |
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| 9. |
| 3:21 |
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I'm so tired, you on my head.
Whiskey'n mama, you shouldn't have said you wanted me to be your lover true, then turn around and treats me just likes you do. I should have known better than to fool with a whiskey'n mama. Now I could be right and could be wrong, you been layin' out all night long. You telephoned this mornin', said you'd be home soon. The doorman said he seen you at the Club Blue Lagoon. I should have known better than to fool with a whiskey'n mama. Whiskey'n mama, you standin' there with your curly hair just to have you do me good. I know you could if you only would. Whiskey'n mama, you standin' there with your curly hair just to have you do me good. I know you could if you only would. Well, the sun come shinin' on the rain soaked street. Whiskey'n mama, where can she be? I guess I'll have to put you down on my list, I didn't wanna do it but you insist. I should have known better than to fool with a whiskey'n mama. |
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| 2:26 |
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When I woke up this mornin'
had a smile run across my face. My baby from town just had to get down, come and drag me all over the place. Gonta drive on a flatbed trailer truck down on highway fifty-nine. I had the blues and my baby, she knew she's holdin' little piece of mind. Down brownie, my brownie downtown, down brownie. Got my share and I'm a black hand cottonfield just to try and keep myself alive. Eatin' red beans and rice with the rat's hole, it's nice or anything you wanna try. Now I'm hitchin' a ride back from Brownie's, I'm kind of sad but I feel alright. The cold night it stings but I got me some wings, I'll be flyin' into Houston tonight. - Billy Gibbons |
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