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You been meetin' your man, baby
Down at the local laundromat I say, you been meetin' your man, baby Down at the local laundromat I've done got wise An' daddy ain't goin' for that Early every mornin' You grab your old blouse or two Yeah, you get up early in the mornin' An' you grab your old blouse or two Oh, you know you're right down to the laundry While your man is waitin' on you You better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday Yeah, you better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday I don't want you to get so clean, baby You just might wash your life away Ya hear? Well, alright I know you don't know it, baby But things look bad for you The laundry's gonna trap you, darlin' An' one more, one more dress will do |
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Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none She's a pretty woman right down to the bone So you just might as well still leave your skin alone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman what you trying to do You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman that's all right for you Now you just go on doing what you want to do But someday when you thing you've got it made You get in water deep enough so you can't wade Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do |
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Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha We're gonna try it one mo' time The new, Cross Cut Saw Comin' at you, hot an' heavy Watch this! Got a hell-uva groove to it, too! Hey brother, aah! I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam' Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill' Last girl I cut the wood for Want me back again I'm a cross-cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help me say, 'Hot dog') Now dig this! Yeah Got a double-bladed ax That's really cuttin' good I'm a crosscut saw Bury me in the wood I'm a crosscut saw Just drag me across the log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog' Dig this! Yeah! Well, alright Spoken: Hey, Mike! Oh, Mike Let's do it like we did in 1965 In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin' We did Crosscut Saw It went somethin' like this And it had a hell-uva groove to it (In that little room with no air conditioner over there) Funk-aay, but gettin' on down Heavy stuff! Ha-ha-ha Watch this! (Bass player) Oooo-wee! Ooo-UH! I could feel that m'self Wait a minute! Let's take it from the top, one more time Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time? I can't hear ya Do you want it from the top, one more time? We're goin' all the way to the top And come down with a hell-uva groove Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself It's gon' be sho' nuff funky! Bandmember says: ('Watch this, man!') ooh-uh |
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[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chord
He ain't hitting the B flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row now Thinking nobody get a hit out of here But Sam and Dave Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas Or Eddie Floyd They ain't the only ones Who know how to play the blues I can play the blues myself I'm gonna give every disc jockey The blues across the country If he don't dig this He got a hole in his soul Yeah, well Hey, ooh wee If you hear a little fuss It ain't nobody but us |
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Ev'rybody understands the blues
Are you listening? YEAH! [audience replies] I say ev'rybody understands the blues Ev'rybody from one day to another has the blues You take the little baby that's layin' in the cradle He can't get that milk bottle fast enough He go to kickin' an'cryin' An' goin' on, tearin' up the little baby bed He got the blues Can ya dig it? YEAH! [audience replies] Ha, ha, ha You take this girl that's got this main squeeze That's her boyfriend, that is, you know An' he just bought a brand new GTO You know she wanna be wit' him ev'rytime he cranks it up An' go around the corner to the soda fountain This is where she wanna go an'show it off Where all the girls and guys be You know what I mean? An' she get ready to go out this particular night An' her mother say, "Daughter you was just out last night You can't go out tonight, that's too many nights in a row" She go in the room an'fasten the door An' won't answer the phone, won't eat Won't talk to nobody She got the blues That's what's wrong wit' her Some people call them the reds, the pinks When ya get through It's the old-fashioned country blues That's right I haven't seen my main squeeze In ten long weeks, today You know I got the blues Can you dig it? ha, ha, ha YEAH! [Audience replies] Woo! Alright! Ah but wait, I don't think you're with me Let's ev'rybody get a thing goin' right here Yes, yes, yes Can you feel it? YEAH! I can't hear you, can you feel it? YEAH! Yes, yes Sounds awful good, keep it, keep it, right there chilin' Keep it right there, ha ha ha ha The blues! An' when you're doin' the blues They so strong, that's the reason there named They call 'em blues power, yeah An' would you believe I invented blues power? YEAH! Ha, ha Can you dig the blues power? YEAH! Let ev'rybody say "yeah" YEAH! Say it again, say "yeah" YEAH! Alright! Alright! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh! Alright Ha, ha, ha! Well! Woo! Ha, ha, ha! Oh man! Hey! Ooh-oh! Woo! Thank you! Thank you very much! Thank you very kindly! Woo! |
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Hey baby, can't you see what you're doin' to me
Hey baby, baby, baby, can't you see what you're doin' to me Well you say you're gonna leave me, darlin' You're goin' back to your old time, used to be I work two jobs, I bring home all-a the pay If you tell me you love me, then try to do some things my way Hey baby, can't you see what you're doin' to me Well you say you're gonna leave me, You're goin' back to your old time, used to be Hey now! woo! yeah! yeah! come on band! sounds alright! I work two jobs, I bring ya all-a the pay If you tell me you love me, then try to do some things my way Hey baby, can't you see what you're doin' to me Yeah, you say you're gonna leave me darlin' You're goin' back to your old time, used to be Hey baby, can't you see what you're doin' to me Hey, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Can't you see what you're doin' to me Now you say you're gonna leave me darlin' You're goin' back to your old time, used to be |
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Ev'rybody wants to laugh
Ah, but nobody wants to cry I say ev'rybody wants to laugh But nobody wants to cry Ev'rybody wants to go to heaven But nobody wants to die Ev'rybody wanna hear the truth But yet, ev'rybody wants to tell a lie I say ev'rybody wants to hear the truth But still they all wanna tell a lie Oh ev'rybody wants to go to heaven But nobody wants to die Ev'rybody wanna know the reason Without even askin' why Oh, ev'rybody wanna know the reason Oh, without even askin' why You know ev'rybody wanna go to heaven But nobody wants to die |
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I went to work this mo'nin'
My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough to die" He sent me to the company doctor And he examined from head to toe "Whatever's wrong with ya, young man, My x-rays just won't show" I say, angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need The finance company They just don't receive my check They say they want a payment by Friday Or they want all-a the furniture back I went to the credit union To try to get myself a loan They said, "I would let ya have it young man, But we hear that you won't be workin' here much longer Angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Oh, angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need Lord have mercy! Oh angel! Oh! Oh! Cut my lights off this mo'nin' They set my furniture out doors I was listenin' to the weatherman 'while ago An' he's says it's gonna rain an'snow My daughter's got pneumonia An' my son is down with the flu My whole family's sufferin' from malnutrition And I can't even 'fford them soup I say, angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Oh, angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need |
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If you're down and out and you feel real hurt
Come on over to the place where I live And all your loneliness I'll try to soothe I'll play the blues for you Don't be afraid come on in You might run across some of your old friends All your loneliness I gotta soothe I'll play the blues for you I got no big name and I ain't no big star I play the blues for you on my guitar All your loneliness I'll try to soothe I 'll play the blues for you |
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Laying around home alone
On a rainy night like this Starving for your love Hungry for just one kiss Every raindrop I hear On my window pane yeah Beats so loud and clear Why does it tell your name? I got nowhere to turn to Tired of being alone I feel like breaking up somebody's home I know it's useless Hanging on to you When you belong to someone else Can't control the feelin' Cause after all I didn't make it myself Last night I cried so hard I believe I caught a chill Can't control the vibration My heart just won't stand still Got nowhere to turn to I'm tired of being alone I feel like breaking up somebody's home I know you hear me talkin' I know it's useless Hanging on to you When you belong to someone else Can't control the vibration Cause after all I didn't make it myself Got nowhere to turn to I'm tired of being alone I feel like breaking up somebody's home |
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Oh you come home one eve'nin'
To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy, an'you find it's all bare Oh, that's what the blues is people That's what the blues is all about Well that's a hard pill to have to swallow, um! When you find what the blues is all about Now listen to this: I went out to my backyard Ya know I whistled for my dog (3 whistle sounds) He ran up under the house, people Like he didn't even know me at all Now I hadn't fed him in two or three days An' he was lookin' kinda thin Oh, when your dog turn his back on ya, buddy You know ya haven't even got a friend That's the blues, people That's what the blues is all about Oh it's a hard pill to swallow, um! When ya find out what the blues is all about Oh, look out! Uh! Oh no! I think I got 'em! I went out to my mail box I got a bunch-a bills that I can't pay I guess my wife been out shoppin' again While I been at work all day I see the man comin' with his tools Now is he gonna cut off my water? You know they got my gas yesterday An' they comin' right back for the lines tomorrow Ah, that's what the blues is people That's what the blues is all about Well that's a hard pill to swallow, buddy Oh, when you find out what the blues is all about |
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Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha We're gonna try it one mo' time The new, Cross Cut Saw Comin' at you, hot an' heavy Watch this! Got a hell-uva groove to it, too! Hey brother, aah! I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam' Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill' Last girl I cut the wood for Want me back again I'm a cross-cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help me say, 'Hot dog') Now dig this! Yeah Got a double-bladed ax That's really cuttin' good I'm a crosscut saw Bury me in the wood I'm a crosscut saw Just drag me across the log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog' Dig this! Yeah! Well, alright Spoken: Hey, Mike! Oh, Mike Let's do it like we did in 1965 In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin' We did Crosscut Saw It went somethin' like this And it had a hell-uva groove to it (In that little room with no air conditioner over there) Funk-aay, but gettin' on down Heavy stuff! Ha-ha-ha Watch this! (Bass player) Oooo-wee! Ooo-UH! I could feel that m'self Wait a minute! Let's take it from the top, one more time Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time? I can't hear ya Do you want it from the top, one more time? We're goin' all the way to the top And come down with a hell-uva groove Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself It's gon' be sho' nuff funky! Bandmember says: ('Watch this, man!') ooh-uh |
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