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| 1. |
| 2:50 | 
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(J.J. Cale)
Thirteen days on a gig in the south We've got enough dope to keep us all around We've got two girls dancin' to bring in a crowd A sound man to mix us, make us sound loud Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know There's thirteen days with five to go Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge We're smokin' cigarettes and reefer, drinkin' coffee and booze Saw the sun go down in Atlanta, come up in New Orleans I got to know a waitress, I tried to get in her jeans Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know There's thirteen days with five to go Migrant Worker is the name of this band If we're ever in your town, come see us if you can Yeah, we been to California, we been to New York Some take to the magazines, some take to dope Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know Thirteen days with five to go |
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| 2. |
| 2:52 |
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Now she don't know where she is, how sexy she can be
She don't realise what her eyes do to me She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot She whispers in my ear, "Let's do it right here" The ways of a wantin' woman aren't a mystery The style she has will never fade as long as she's havin' me She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot She whispers in my ear, "Let's do it right here" She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot Burning right through the night It don't take long for her to catch my eye When she wants to suck me in, it's easy as pie She keeps me hot, like a boilin' pot Burning right through the night |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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I can't read and I can't write
And I don't know my left from right I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine And I don't know if you'll ever be mine But I'll make love to you any old time I can't swim and I can't fly I ain't no fish, I ain't no bird in the sky I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine And I don't know if you'll ever be mine But I'll make love to you any old time I can't count from one to ten And I don't know the shape I'm in I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine And I don't know if you'll ever be mine But I'll make love to you any old time |
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| 4. |
| 2:15 |
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Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright in the morning
Don't cry sister cry, everything'll be just fine Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright, I tell you no lie Don't cry sister cry, don't do it, don't do it When Old Man Trouble knocks on your door Don't give him no key, he just wants more He'll turn your life to misery Kick you down, just like me Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright, it'll be alright Don't cry sister cry, everything'll be just fine Woke downhearted and you feel so bad Somebody wants something of nothing you had Love don't come too easy, you see A little bit of you and a little bit of me Don't cry sister cry, it'll be alright, it'll be alright Don't cry sister cry, everything'll be just fine Everything'll be just fine Everything'll be just fine |
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| 5. |
| 3:13 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Somebody touched me late last night Had this woman and I still feel right Some kind of feeling up and down my spine Plays with my head and mess with my mind She tickled my toe and she kissed my ear Told me not to worry, told me not to fear Oo-wee, she felt good to me Gotta have another, just like the other Last night brother was too much for me I felt like a junkie couldn't score no dope I buzzed the brass then I lost all hope Laying down woman, she got me too hot We had a little drink, and we smoked a little pot All I knew was something happened to me I was inconspicuous as anyone could be She set me on fire, I'm telling you Let me tell you brother, I didn't know what to do Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's not Sometimes you get it and sometimes you're got Oo-wee, it felt good to me Gotta have another, just like the other Last night brother was too much for me |
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| 6. |
| 5:10 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Don't take her for granted, she has a hard time Don't misunderstand her or play with her mind Treat her so gently, it will pay you in time You've got to know she's the sensitive kind Tell her you love her, each and every night And you will discover she will treat you right If you believe, I know you will find There ain't nothing like the sensitive kind She gets lonely waiting for you You are the only thing to help her through Don't take her for granted, she has a hard time You've got to know she's the sensitive kind |
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| 7. |
| 4:13 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Monday morning comes too early Work my back to the bone All day Monday I keep thinking "Weekend's coming, gonna go home" Tuesday I hate, oh Tuesday Ain't no girls on the streets Tuesday it ain't good for nothing Drinking beer and watching TV Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, it's been too long Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, I wanna go home Wednesday's hump day, hump day's Wednesday Over the hump, the week's half-gone If I had my pay on Wednesday I'd hang out, the hump day's gone Thursday, you know I feel better I can see the end in sight Think I'll write myself a letter Help myself through the night Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, it's been too long Friday, Friday evening Come on Friday, I wanna go home |
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| 2:47 |
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Lou-Easy-Ann, I hear you calling back to me
Lou-Easy-Ann, I hear you calling back to me Lord, I'm going back to New Orleans Lou-Easy-Ann has set me free Bourbon Street mama, you've never seen in your life Bourbon Street mama, you keep it clean out of sight Lord, I'm going back to New Orleans Lou-Easy-Ann, you've got it right Lou-Easy-Ann, ain't no woman quite like you Lou-Easy-Ann, the way you do the things you do Lord, I'm coming back to New Orleans Lou-Easy-Ann, you've got me hooked on you |
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| 9. |
| 2:52 |
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Let's go to Tahiti
Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Well, the man been working in the shop all year He said "Men, we've got to get out of here" Well, the girl been working in the five-and-dime She says, "Girls, let's go while we've still got the time" Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Tell the captain "Put the rum on the boat" Everybody on board, let's see if she'll float Let that old jet plane fly on by We've got the time till the day we die Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti Let's go to Tahiti |
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| 10. |
| 2:24 |
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(J.J. Cale)
I sure do miss you babe You know it's been a while Way too long since you been gone I'm almost out of style You treat me kind and gentle You're always on my mind A love that's true I keep for you Until the end of time Someday you've got to come back Stay with me a while I'll take some time to make you mine And keep you out of style |
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| 11. |
| 2:54 |
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(J.J. Cale)
Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room Drinking that long black whisky down I play the guitar, for me it's a living Well, I know, just a hanging-around Dancing girls, oh, they drive me crazy All they want is a fancy name Don't you know is I might not make it That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man Yeah, been down to the palace of pleasure Honky-tonk, where I come from Smoke's so thick I can't imagine Wine flows fast by the rule of a gun One of these mornings it'll come up Sunday I won't have a good time again That time ain't now, it's a whole new dream That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man One more night, one more dollar One more song, can you do it again I don't know, I may not make it That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man |
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| 3:17 |
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Mona, she comes in the morning
She brings me a bottle of wine She comes to my bed, soothes up my head Makes me feel alright Makes me feel alright Mona, she comes on a Friday She stays in to the night Mona, she comes to my bedroom To keep my spirits high To keep my spirits high Mona, she brings me no money She brings me no food All she brings is her sweet, sweet love Makes my afternoon Makes my afternoon When daylight falls from my window Another night's come and gone I always know 'cause I'm feeling so low Mona, you know she has gone Mona, you know she has gone |
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