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When You Got A Good Friend
(Robert Johnson) When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side, When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side, Give her all of your spare time, try to love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, And I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, And I can't see no reason why Any time I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder, could I bear apologize, Or would she sympathize with me? Mmm, would she sympathize with me? She's a brown-skin woman, Just as sweet as a girlfriend can be Mmm, baby I may be right or wrong Baby, it's your opinion, well I may be right or wrong Watch your close friend, baby, Then your enemies can't do you no harm .. When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, Love and treat her right |
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| 2. |
| 4:58 |
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Little Queen Of Spades
(Robert Johnson) She is a little queen of spades And the men will not let her be Said she is a little queen of spades And the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, Oh, fair brown, cold chills run all over me Gonna get me a gamblin' woman, If it's the last thing that I do Gonna get me a gamblin' woman, If it's the last thing that I do A man don't need a woman, Oh fair brown, that he got to give all of his money to Everybody said you got a mojo, Cause baby, you've been using that stuff Everybody said you got a mojo, Baby you've been using that stuff Got a way of trimmin' down, Oh fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough Little girl, since I am the king, Baby, and you is the queen Little girl, since I am the king, Baby, and you is the queen Let's us put our heads together, Oh fair brown, and we make our money green |
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| 3:25 |
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Hot tamales1 and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a letter from a girl in the room Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale [Spoken:] They're too hot boy! The billy got back in a bumble bee nest Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale [Spoken:] Man don't mess around em hot tamales now 'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got |
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| 2:57 |
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Me And The Devil Blues
(Robert Johnson) Early this mornin', You knocked upon my door Early this mornin', ooh, You knocked upon my door And I said, 'Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go' Me and the devil, Were walkin' side by side Me and the devil, ooh, Were walkin' side by side I'm gonna beat my woman Until I get satisfied She said she don't see why That I will dog her 'round (Now, baby, you know you ain't doing me right) She said she don't see why That I will dog her 'round Well it must be that old evil spirit So deep down in the ground .. You may bury my body, Down by the highway side (I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone) You may bury my body, ooh, Down by the highway side Oh, my old evil spirit Can get a Greyhound bus and ride |
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| 4:31 |
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Taveling Riverside Blues
(Robert Johnson) If your man gets personal, want you to have your fun If your man gets personal, want you to have your fun Well come on back to Friar's Point, mama, Barrelhouse all night long I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friar's Point rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gonna state no color but Her front teeth is crowned with gold I ain't gonna state no color but Her front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, Lord, A lien on my soul Well, I'm goin' down to Rosedale, Rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' down to Rosedale, Rider by my side Well, we can still barrelhouse, baby, On the river side You can squeeze my lemon till Juice run down my leg You can squeeze my lemon till Juice run down my leg That's what I'm talking about! But I'll be goin' back to Friar's Point, mama, Rockin' to my head |
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| 2:36 |
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It's the last fair deal goin' down
last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord on that Gulfport Island Road1 Please, Ida Belle, don't cry this time Ida Belle, don't cry this time If you cry about a nickel, you'll die 'bout a dime She wouldn't cry, but the money won't2 mine I love the way you do I love the way you do I love the way you do, good Lord on this Gulfport Island Road1 My captain's so mean on me my captain's so mean on me My captain's so mean on me, good Lord on this Gulfport Island Road Take camp tain he and see, camp ain't he and see At scal ain't be at seen3, good Lord on that Gulfport Island Road Ah, this last fair deal goin' down it's the last fair deal goin' down This' the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord on this Gulfport Island Road1 I'm workin' my way back home I'm working my way back home I'm workin' my way back home, good Lord on this Gulfport Island Road And that thing don't keep-a ringin' so soon That thing don't keep-a ringin' so soon And that thing don't keep-a ringin' so soon good Lord, on that Gulfed-and-Port Island Road |
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| 2:30 |
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Stop Breakin` Down Blues
(Robert Johnson) Every time I'm walkin' down the streets, Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Chorus: Stop breakin' down, Please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got will bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, It'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now to consolate my mind, Some pretty mama starts breakin' down Chorus Now, you Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown, Won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Chorus: Stop breakin' down, Please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got will bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, It'll make you lose your mind. Well, I give my baby the ninety-nine degrees She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Chorus Well now, I can't start walking down the streets Some pretty woman start breakin' down with me Chorus: Stop breakin' down, Please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got will bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, It'll make you lose your mind. |
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| 3:19 |
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Tell me, milk cow,
what on earth is wrong with you? Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you? you have a new calf, hoo hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck but the milk is turnin' blue, hoo hoo, and I believe he's outta luck I feel like milkin' and my, cow won't come I feel like churnin' it and my, milk won't turn I'm cryin' plea-hease, please, don't do me wrong You can give-a right milk and butter, you-hoo, will stay at home - 간 주 중 - I feel like milkin' and my, cow won't come I feel like churnin' it and my, milk won't turn I'm cryin' plea-hease, don't do me wrong You can give-a right milk and butter, you-hoo, will stay at home My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around She been troublin' some other bull cow, hoo hoo Lord, in this man's town |
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| 4:07 |
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Kind Hearted Woman Blues
(by Robert Johnson) I got a kind-hearted woman, Do anything in this world for me. I got a kind-hearted woman, Do anything in this world for me. These evil-hearted women, Man, they will not let me be. I love my baby, My baby don't love me. I love my baby, My baby don't love me. Really love that woman, Can't stand to leave her be. Ain't but one thing makes Mr. Johnson drink. Swear 'bout how you treat me, babe, I begin to think. Oh babe, my life don't feel the same. You break my heart when you call Mr. So-and-So's name. .. I got a kind-hearted woman, Studies evil all the time. I got a kind-hearted woman, Studies evil all the time. You wish to kill me, Just to have it on your mind. |
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| 3:35 |
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Come On In My Kitchen
(Robert Johnson) You better come on In my kitchen, It's going to be rainin' outdoors. The woman I love stole my best friend. Some joker got lucky, stole her back again. Chorus: You better come on In my kitchen, It's going to be rainin' outdoors. Uh huh, she gone, know she won't come back. I take the last nickel out of her nation sack. Chorus x2 When a woman get in trouble, everybody throws her down. Looking for her good friend, they can't be found. Chorus: You better come on In my kitchen, It's going to be rainin' outdoors. Any time you've coming, it's gonna be so. You can't make the winter, baby, just drive on slow. Chorus x2 |
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| 3:28 |
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If I Had Possession Over Judgement Day
(by Robert johnson) If I Had Possession Over Judgement Day by Robert Johnson If I had possession over judgment day, If I had possession over judgment day, Lord, the women I'm lovin' would have no right to pray. And I went to the mountain, far as my eye could see. Lord, I went to the mountain, far as my eye could see. Some other man got my woman and the lonesome blues got me. And I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. Lord, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. And I woke up this morning, my biscuit rollin' on. Had to fold my arms and slowly walked away. (I didn't like the way she done.) Lord, I fold my arms and I slowly walked away. Well, I said in my mind, 'Your trouble gonna come some day.' Well, now run here baby, get down on bended knee. Lord, now run here baby, get down on bended knee. I wanna tell you all about the way they treated me. |
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| 4:03 |
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Well, I followed her to the station
With a suitcase in my hand Lord, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain All my love is in vain When the train pulled up to the station I looked her in the eye When the train pulled up to the station I looked her in the eye I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome And I could not help but cry All my love is in vain Well, the train it left the station With two lights on behind Well, the train it left the station With two lights on behind Well, the blue light was my blues The red light was my mind All my love is in vain Oh oh, Oh, Willie Mae Oh oh oh oh oh Oh, Willie Mae Oh oh oh oh oh Oh vee oh woe All my love is in vain |
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| 2:59 |
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If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
Send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none If she gets unruly, thinks she don't wanna do She gets unruly, thinks she don't wanna do Take my 32-20, boy, cut her half in two She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light .38 special but I believe it's most too light I got a 32-20 to make the camps all right If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come Send for my baby, man, and she don't come Them doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none Gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun Gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun You made me love you, now your man have come Ow, baby, where you stay last night Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right Got a .38 special, boy, it do very well Got a .38 special and it do very well Got a 32-20 now, it's a burning help If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in West Point sure can't help her none Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night You didn't come home till the sun was shining bright Ow, boy, I just can't take my rest Ow, boy, I just can't take my rest With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast |
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| 3:52 |
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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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Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Eric Clapton(Traveling Riverside Blues)
