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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 tryin' to sleep I'm somewhere making my, midnight creep Yes in the morning, when 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 |
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| 6:41 |
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We-ell, I can't quit you baby, but I got to put you down a little while
We-ell, I can't quit you baby, but I got to put you down a little while We-ell you done made me mess up my happy home, made me mistreat my only child Ah, when you hear me moanin' and groanin', whoa you know it hurts me way down inside Whoa when you hear me moanin' and groanin', you know it hurts way down inside Oh when you hear me howlin', ooh you know my love will never die, alright Well when you see me cryin', don't let my tears fall in vain Well when you see me cryin, darlin', please don't let my tears fall in vain Lord, I don't know what to do, you know my heart is filled with pain Whoa, when you hear me howlin', baby, you know it hurts way down inside |
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| 4:15 |
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Well, now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
But in the whole round world there is only one And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one they call the seventh son Well, I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I can do things for you that make your heart feel glad Look at the skies and predict the rain I can tell when a woman's got another man I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one they call the seventh son Now I can hold you close and I can squeeze you tight And I can make you cry for me both day and night And I can heal the sick and even raise the dead And make you little girls talk out of your head I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one they call the seventh son Now I can talk these words that sound so sweet I can make your little heart even skip a beat I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one they call the seventh son Well, now everybody cryin' 'Bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one they call the seventh son |
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| 4:56 |
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It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful It could be a spoonful of water To save you from the desert sand But one spoon of love1 from my forty-five Will save you from another man Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful It could be a spoonful of sugar It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful Additional verse from Howlin' Wolf take: It could be a spoonful of sugar It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me |
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| 4:04 |
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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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| 4:15 |
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You know you s
me, you s me all night long (Didn't even____________) Whoa you s me, pretty mama, you s me all night long (Couldn't rest a bit) Oh you just kept on shakin' me baby, oh you done messed up my happy home You know you move me baby, just like a hurricane (Boy & that's a strong wind) Oh, you move me, pretty mama (You know you move me) Just like a hurricane (Didn't have a chance) Oh-oh , you know you move me, pretty mama Just like a earthquake move the land (Oh, she s me all over) Sometimes I wonder (Ooh) What's gonna happen to my poor wife and chile Lord, sometimes I wonder (Ooh) What's gonna happen to my poor wife and child Now baby, you done made me love you Lord, I just can't be satisfied You know you s me, you s me all night long (Didn't even____________) Whoa you s me, pretty mama, you s me all night long (Couldn't rest a bit) Oh you just kept on shakin' me baby, oh you done messed up my happy home |
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| 4:48 |
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Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout And the world will only know, a-what it's all about Why'know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here On the seventh hour, of the seventh day On the seventh month, the seventh doctor said: "He's born for good luck, and I know you see Got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me Why'know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Gypsy woman told my momma Said "Ooh, what a boy, He gonna make so many women, Jump and shout for joy" Why'know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout And the world will only know, a-what it's all about Why'know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here ========================================================== Additional 2nd verse from original 1954 Muddy Waters take: I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too I got John the Conqueror, I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you, pretty girl, lead me by the hand Then the world will know, the Hoochie-Coochie Man ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WILLIE DIXON Lyrics © BUG MUSIC |
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| 3:36 |
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I'm a little red rooster,
Too lazy to crow for day I'm a little red rooster, Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the barnyard, Upset in every way Dogs begin to bark now, And the hounds begin to howl Dogs begin to bark now, And the hounds begin to howl Watch out stray cat, The little red rooster's on the prowl If you see the little red rooster Won't you please drive him home If you see the little red rooster Won't you please drive him home Been no peace in the barnyard Since that little red rooster's been gone I'm a little red rooster, Too lazy to crow for day I'm a little red rooster, Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the barnyard, Upset in every way ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WILLIE DIXON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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| 4:41 |
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What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight
What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same old thing that makes the tomcats fight all night Why do all these men try to run these big-legged women down Why do all these men try to run these big-legged women down Must be the same old thing that makes the bulldog pit the hound Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing Why do we feel so good when our woman wear her evenin' gown Why do I feel so good when my baby get her evening gown Must be the same old thing that makes the preacher throw his bible down Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight What makes you men go crazy when the woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same old thing that makes the tomcats fight all night Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing Why that same thing Why that same thing Now tell me who's to blame The whole world's fightin' 'bout the same thing The whole world fightin' 'bout the same thing |
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