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Well, somebody knocking on my door
Well, somebody knocking on my door Well, I'm so worried, don't know where to go Well, somebody calling me, calling on my telephone Well, somebody calling me, over my telephone Well, keep on calling, tell them I'm not at home (Hums) Well, don't not worry, Daddy's gone to bed |
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| 2. |
| 2:53 |
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If you're a long way from home,
Can't sleep at night. Grab your telephone, Something just ain't right. That's evil, Evil is goin on wrong. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. Well, long way from home and, Can't sleep at all. You know another mule, Is kickin in your stall. That's evil, Evil is goin on wrong. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. You better catch him, Cause somethin wrong, In your home. Well, if ya call her on the telephone, And she answers aweful slow, Grab the first train smokin, If you have to hobo. That's evil, Evil is goin on wrong. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. If you make it to your house, Knock on the front door, Run around to the back, You'll catch him just before he go. That's evil, Evil is goin on. I am warnin ya brother, You better watch your happy home. |
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| 2:10 | 
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| 3:07 |
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Ah-oh, smokestack lightnin,
Shinin, just like gold, Why don't ya hear me cryin? A-whoo-hooo, oooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, tell me, baby, What's the, matter with you? Why don't ya hear me cryin? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, tell me, baby, Where did ya, stay last night? A-why don't ya hear me cryin? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, stop your train, Let her, go for a ride. Why don't ya hear me cryin? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, fare ya well. Never see, a you no more. A-why don't ya hear me cryin? Oooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. Whoa-oh, who been here baby since, I-I been gone, a little, bity boy? Girl, be on. A-whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, Whooo. |
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| 2:32 |
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One summer day, she went away
She gone and left me, she gone to stay But now she gone and I can't worry Because I'm sitting on top of the world Worked all the summer, worked all the fall Had to take Christmas, in my overall But now she gone and I don't worry Sitting on top of the world Going down to the freight yard, just to meet a freight train I'm gonna leave this town, [Incomprehensible] But now she gone and I don't worry Sitting on top of the world |
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| 2:23 |
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Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim
Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall We gonna romp and tromp till midnight We gonna fuss and fight till daylight We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess We gonna to break out all of the windows, we gonna kick down all the doors We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time. When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long All night long |
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| 2:50 |
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I am a back door man.
I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but the little girls understand. When everybody's sound asleep, I'm somewhere making my midnight creep. Yes in the morning, the rooster crow. Something tell me, I got to go. I am a back door man. I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but little girls understand. They take me to the doctor. Shot full o' holes. Nurse cried, please save the soul. Killed him for murder, first degree. Judge's wife cried. Let the man go free. I am a back door man. I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but little girls understand. Stand out there. Cop's wife cried. Don't take him down. Rather be dead. Six feets in the ground. When you come home you can eat pork and beans. I eats mo' chicken any man seen I am a back door man. I am a back door man. Well the men don't know, but the little girls understand |
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| 2:43 |
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It could be a spoonsful of diamonds,
Could be a spoonful of gold, Just a little spoon of your precious love, Satisfies my soul. Men lies about little, Some of them cries about little, Some of them dies about little, Everything fight about little spoonful. It could be a spoonful of coffee, Could be a spoonful of tea, But a little spoon of your precious love, Good enough for me. Men lies about that, Some of them dies about that, Some of them cries about that, But everything fight about that spoonful. That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. It could be a spoonsful of water, Saved from the deserts sand, But one spoon of them fortifies. Save you from another man. Men lies about that, Some of them cries about that, Some of them dies about that, Everybody fightin' about that spoonful. That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. |
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| 2:53 |
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Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail.
Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the black cat just cross my trail. Don't sweep me with no broom, I might get put in jail. When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure. When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure. But, when my left eye jumps, somebody's got to go. Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail. Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail. Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail. Well, the dogs are howlin, all over the neighborhood. Whoa, the dogs are howlin, all over the neighborhood. That is true sign of death, baby, that ain't no good. Well, I'm not superstitious, blow that black cat across my trail. Well, I'm not superstitious, a black cat across my trail. Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail. That's bad luck for me. |
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| 2:37 |
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Some folk built like this, some folk built like that
But the way I'm built, Don't you call me fat Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all that a good girl need Some folk rip and roar, some folk b'lieve in signs But if you want me baby, you got to take your time Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all the good girl need And I ain't got no diamonds, I ain't got no gold But I do have love to satisfy your soul Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed But I got everything all you good women need |
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| 2:50 |
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I should'a quit you, long time ago
I should'a quit you, baby, long time ago I should'a quit you, and went on to Mexico If I ha'da followed, my first mind If I ha'da followed, my first mind I'd'a been gone, since my second time I should'a went on, when my friend come from Mexico at me I should'a went on, when my friend come from Mexico at me I was foolin' with ya baby, I let ya put me on the killin' floor Lord knows, I should'a been gone Lord knows, I should'a been gone And I wouldn't've been here, down on the killin' floor |
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| 5:55 |
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I have a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for day
I have a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the barnyard, upset in every way Oh the dogs begin to bark, and the hound begin to howl Oh the dogs begin to bark, hound begin to howl Ooh watch out strange kind people, cause little red rooster is on the prowl If you see my little red rooster, please drag him home If you see my little red rooster, please drag him home There ain't no peace in the barnyard, since the little red rooster been gone |
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