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Turn it up
Big wheels keep on turnin' Carry me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the southland I miss ol' Bamee once again And I think it's a sin, yes Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you In Birmingham, they love the governor (Boo, boo, boo) Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you Here I come, Alabama Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two (Yes, they do) Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue Now how 'bout you? Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm comin' home to you Sweet home Alabama (Oh, sweet home) Where the skies are so blue (And the governor's true) Sweet home Alabama (Lordy) Lord, I'm comin' home to you Yeah, yeah My, Montgomery's got the answer |
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| 2. |
| 6:56 |
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Ain't no need to worry
Ain't no use to cry 'Cause I'll be comin' home soon To keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely That I feel I can't go on And it feels so good inside, baby Just to call you on the telephone I said... Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby, I need you I miss you more everyday I woke up early this morning And sun came shining down And it found me wishin' and hopin' Mama, you could be around Well ,you know that I need you More than the air that I breathe And I guess I'm just trying to tell you woman Oh, what you mean to me I try to tell you I love you In each and every way I'm trying to tell you I need you Much more than a piece of leg Oh baby, I love you What more can I say Oh baby I need your sweet lovin I miss you more every day |
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| 3. |
| 3:27 |
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Well, every time that I come home nobody want's to leave me be, it seems that all the friends I've got just got to come interrogate me. Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by but I don' t ask you 'bout your business, don't ask me about mine. Well, it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car, I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playin' in a honky tonk bar. But when I come off the road, well, I just gotta have my time 'cause I gotta find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. Well, what's you favorite color and do you dig the Brothers drivin' me up the wall and every time I think I can sleep some fool has got to call. Well, don't you think that when I come home I just want a little peace of mind? If you want to talk about the business, buddy, you're just wasting time. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. So don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away. If you want to talk fishin', well, I guess that'll be OK. |
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| 4:49 |
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Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want (Chorus) Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA 9000 dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar (Chorus) Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes (Chorus) |
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| 4:52 |
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Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me (Chorus) Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink of wine. Chorus Yes sir On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said he was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues |
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| 3:31 |
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Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the hounddog make-a music On a summer night under a full moon Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two Lord, fetch my cane pole mama Gonna catch a bream or maybe two And when the hound dog start barkin' Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues (chorus) Hound dog sing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music When the hound dog starts singin' I ain't got them big ol' city blues Well, hey pretty mama Lord, just take that city hike Said go ahead pretty mama Lord, just take your city hike Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life (chorus) Singing that Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs For the rest of my natural born life Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs For the rest of my natural born life |
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| 3:54 |
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Thirty days, lord and thirty nights I'm comin' home on an airplane flight Mama waitin' at the ticket line Tell me son why do you stand there cryin' It was the needle and the spoon And a trip to the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick and tired Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said You better quit, son before your dead Quit the needle. Quit the spoon Quit the trip to the moon We gonna take you away. Lord, we gonna take you away [Spoken:] It was the needle and the spoon I've seen a lot of people who thought they were cool But then again, lord I've seen a lot of fools Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say You'll have your chance to hit it some day Don't mess with the needle or a spoon Or any trip to the moon It'll take you away Lord, their gonna bury you boy Don't mess with the needle Now I know, I know, I know... |
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| 8. |
| 5:10 |
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Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze |
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| 3:32 |
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Well, every time that I come home nobody want's to leave me be, it seems that all the friends I've got just got to come interrogate me. Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by but I don' t ask you 'bout your business, don't ask me about mine. Well, it's true I love the money and I love my brand new car, I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playin' in a honky tonk bar. But when I come off the road, well, I just gotta have my time 'cause I gotta find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. Well, what's you favorite color and do you dig the Brothers drivin' me up the wall and every time I think I can sleep some fool has got to call. Well, don't you think that when I come home I just want a little peace of mind? If you want to talk about the business, buddy, you're just wasting time. So don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies. So don't ask me 'bout my business and I won't tell you goodbye. So don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away. If you want to talk fishin', well, I guess that'll be OK. |
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| 5:33 |
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Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze
Once I was a tumblin' weed Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone Living for the day my train would come I never cared for school or any golden rules Papa used to always say I was a useless fool So I left my home to show them thay was wrong And headed out on the road singing my song Then one sunny day. The man, he looked my way And everything that I dreamed of, it was real Money, girls and cars; and big long cigars And I caught the first plane home so papa would see When I went home to show 'em they was wrong All that I found was two tombstones Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong Oh, such a sad song First I got lost, then I got found But the ones that I love are in the ground Papa I only wish you could see me now Take a listen papa Whoo, I learnt how to play my guitar Gonna be a superstar First I got lost, then I got found The ones I love are in the ground Won't you tell me please was I right or wrong If there's any way you can hear what I say Papa, I never meant to do you wrong All the money, girls and cars. And all the words and all the cigars Papa, I just want you to know they couldn't take your place When I went home to show 'em they was wrong All that I found was two tombstones Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong Oh, such a sad song First I got lost, then I got found But the ones that I love are in the ground Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong |
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| 7:29 |
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My poor broke mama told me When I was twelve years old You eat and talk much too fast There's one thing you should know Take your time my sweet baby Take your time my blue eyed son Well you may never have his money But you won't miss no rich man's fun I can never give you money honey I can never buy you clothes But the way them women been lookin' at you Someday you should have both If you take your time my sweet baby Take your time and love them slow And if you play your cards right You won't never wait no more Well the ladies like their diamonds They like their brand new clothes But I was blessed with plenty of other things they love the most I take my time with the ladies I take my time and I love 'em slow And since I turned thirteen Lord, I ain't never wait no more I can never give you money honey I can never buy you clothes But the way them schoolgirls look at you Someday you should have both If you take your time my sweet baby Take your time and be my son Well you might never have his money But you won't miss his fun |
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