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Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam
Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam The law all the days killing me down in Mississippi, nobody seems to give a damn Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam The poor boys fightin', killin' and hidin' all in holes, Maybe killin' their own brother, they do not know Mr. President you always cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave Oh how you cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave How can you tell the world how we need peace, and you still mistreat and killin' poor me. (* Another blues about Vietnam, from 1966. This time J B Lenoir links it to the racial murders in the Southern States at the time.*) |
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| 4:38 | 
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| 5:13 |
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| 3:43 |
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| 1:46 |
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| 2:21 |
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| 3:46 |
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| 3:25 |
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The voodoo music got the whole world on the go
The voodoo music's all over the world And look what it's doing to the beautiful girls It's got them jumping and acting real crazy The voodoo music gonna knock you crazy Voodoo, the voodoo The voodoo music got the whole world on the go The voodoo music have infected the boys They jump real crazy and they laugh with joy It makes them feel like they own the world It makes them think they is controlling them girls The voodoo, the voodoo The voodoo music got the whole world on the go The voodoo music got the whole world on the go The voodoo music will get to you Make you pat your feet and make you happy too You pat your hands and you jump about The voodoo music gonna knock you out The voodoo, the voodoo The voodoo music got the whole world on the go Everybody's dancing and singing I see them going round and round singing Voodoo, round and round, the voodoo The voodoo music got the whole world on the go Everybody's dancing round and round The voodoo music got the whole world on the go The voodoo |
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| 4:19 |
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| 3:11 |
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| 4:29 |
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| 4:12 |
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| 3:37 |
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I'm so glad
I am glad I am glad I am glad I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I don't know what to do I'm tired of moanin' Tired of weepin' Tired of moanin' for you I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad I'm so tired I am tired I am tired I am tired Tired of weepin' Tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' for you I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad I'm tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' for you |
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| 3:48 |
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| 5:28 |
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| 4:54 |
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| 2:59 |
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Crow Janie, Crow Janie, Crow Jane, don't you hold you head high
Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You got to die, you got to... And I wanna buy me a pistol, wants me forty rounds of ball Shoot Crow Jane, just to see her fall She got to fall, she got to... She got to fall, she got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head so high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... And I dug her grave with s silver spade Ain't nobody gonna take my Crow Jane place You can't take her place no, you can't take her... You know, I dug her grave eight feet in the ground I didn't feel sorry until they let her down They had to let her down, let her...they had to let her down... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You know, I let her down with a golden chain And every link I would call my Crow Jane's name Crow Jane, Crow... Crow Jane, Crow... You know I never missed my water till my well went dry Didn't miss Crow Jane until the day she died Till the day she... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...you got to die, you got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... |
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| 4:37 |
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| 19. |
| 3:15 |
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| 20. |
| 5:25 |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-01-07 00:07:56
Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Cassandra Wilson(Vietnam Blues)
