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Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door? You know I woke up in the mornin', now, I had them Statesboro Blues I woke up this morning now, I had them Statesboro Blues I looked over in the corner, grandma and grandpa had 'em too Mama got 'em, papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild, wild, wild Mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild Ya know I ain't good lookin', but I'll stumble on a sweet angel-child (Alt. lyric : "I'm gonna find me a sweet angel-child") Mama got 'em, (doncha know ?), papa got 'em, sister got 'em, everybody got 'em I'm goin' to the country, mama do you wanna go ? If I can't take you, I believe I'll take three or four more Wake up, mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up, mama, now, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to hide (drive) Willie McTell from your door ? |
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| 2. |
| 4:49 |
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I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk
I aint see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk Im going back to Memphis babe, where Ill have much better luck Lookout Mama you know you asked me to be your King She said you kiddin man, if you want it, keep it hid But please dont let my husband, my main man catch you here Please dont let my main man, my husband catch you here The blues are mushed up into three different ways One said go the other two said stay I woke up this mornin with the blues three different ways You know one say go "baby I want to hang up", the other two said stay Lead 1 Wake up mama I got something to tell you You know Im a man who love to sing the blues Now you got to wake up baby, mama now, I got something; I got something to tell you Well you know Im the man, oh yes and I love to sing the blues Come on baby, Come on Lead 2 I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk, you know I aint see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I go home baby and I lay down on the lawn |
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| 3:02 |
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Got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird
Honey got a bird ... it would sing, baby got a bird Honey got a bird ... it would sing Without my Corrina, sure don't mean ..., sure don't mean a natural thing I learned to love you baby, baby for I call honey for I call your name, baby for I call Honey for I call your name, I Wouldn't Trade Your Love For Money Honey You Are My Warm Heart, Baby You Are My Warm Hearts Flame Have mercy, have mercy, baby on my hard luck Honey on my hard luck soul, baby on my hard luck Honey on my hard luck soul I got a rainbow round my shoulder Looks like silver, shines like Klondike1 gold Well I love you honey, honey tell the world, baby tell the world I do Honey tell the world I do, baby tell the world I do Ain't no woman in fourteen counties, love me baby like the way I do I got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird Honey got a bird ... it would sing, baby got a bird Honey got a bird ... it would sing Without Corrina, sure don't mean, sure don't mean a natural thing Corrina, Corrina, Corrina |
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| 3:37 |
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Gonna move up to the country
Paint my mailbox blue Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Put some flowers on it baby Paint some trailin' vines and dew You know I'm leavin' LA baby Don't you know this smog's got me down I'm leavin' LA baby Don't you know this smog has got me down I'm goin' up to the country Where there ain't no doggone smog around Well, come here baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Well, come here baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Well, you be my woman And I'll be your city-boy, country man. I'm gonna move up to the country Gonna paint, gonna paint, gonna paint, my mailbox blue Move up to the country Gonna paint my mailbox blue Put some flowers on it honey Paint some trailin' vines and dew |
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| 4:16 |
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Though you failed at love and lost
And sorrow's turned your heart to frost I will mend your heart again Remember the feeling as a child When you woke up and morning smiled It's time its time its time you felt like that again There is just no percentage in remembering the past It's time you learned to live again and love at last Come with me leave your yesterday your yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind You stare at me with disbelief You say for you there's no relief But girl I swear it won't do you no harm Don't sit there in your lonely room Just looking back inside that gloom Mama that's not were you belong Come with me I'll take you where the taste of life is green And everyday everyday hold on woman just got to be seen Come with me leave your yesterday your yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind Though you failed at love and lost And sorrow's turned your heart to frost I will mend your heart again Remember the feeling as a child When you woke up and morning smiled It's time its time its time you felt like that again There is just no percentage in remembering the past It's time you learned to live again and love at last Come with me leave your yesterday your yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind |
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| 3:00 |
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I pulled out of Pittsburgh an I rolling down the eastern seaboard
I've got my diesel wound up and she's running like she never did before There's a speed zone ahead all right, I don't see a cop in sight Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight I got ten forward gears and a sweet Georgia overdrive I'm taking little white pills and my eyes are open wide Just passed a Jimmy and a White, I've been passing everything in sight Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight It seems like a month since I kissed my baby bye bye I got a lot of woman but I'm not like some of the guys Got my air horns running clear Baby you oughta watch the way I shift my gears Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight ICC is checking on down the line Honey you know I'm a little overweight and my log books way behind But nothing bothers a soul at night, I can dodge them scales all right Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight My rigs a little old but it don't mean she's slow There's a good flame coming from her smokestack and the smoke's black as coal My home town coming in sight, if you think I'm happy baby baby baby your right Six days upon the road and I gotta see my baby tonight |
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| 4:38 |
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Farther on down the road
You will accompany me Yes, further on down the road You will accompany me Every time I think about Your sweet love Shining' down on me like the sun I don't remember any old cold days Baby, I guess that you're the one Goin' farther on down the road You will accompany me If there's fools in this life Then a happy fool is what I wanna be So I'll be glad to learn about you, baby You can learn a thing or two about me But then if we ever should get down And things really got sad You know we could cheer each other up And things wouldn't be that bad, baby If I'm gonna be a fool in this life Just want to be a fool for you, darlin' Day by day, just one step at a time Girl, you've been so sweet Restore my peace of mind And I don't care what anybody knows And I don't care what anybody might say With lovin' in my corner each and every day And I wanna thank you for that, baby Just want you to go with me thru time And every step of the way Farther on down the road Farther on down the road I know baby You can say further on Further on Gonna turn around. |
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| 3:08 |
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Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time
Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. I went on down to my fav'rit fishin' hole Baby grab me a pole an' line. Throw my pole on in, caught a nine poun' catfish Now ya' know I brought 'im home for suppertime. Provin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind, Say, can I go fishin' wi' chu? I took 'im on down to the fishin' hole Now what do you think that he did do? Pulled a great big fish out da' bottom o' da pond, Now he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Put 'im in da' pot baby put 'im in da' pan Honey cook 'im 'til he nice an' brown. Make a batch o' buttermilk, Hoe cakes Mama An' ya' chew them thangs an' ya' chomp 'em on down Singin' any fish bites if ya' got good bait, Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Yes I'm goin' fishin, And my baby goin' fishin' too. Play da' blues..... Betcha' goin' fishin' all o' da' time Baby goin' fishin' too. Bet yo' life, Yo' sweet wife She gonna Catch mo' fish than you. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait, O Here's a little tip that I would like to relate. Many fish bites if ya' got good bait. I'ma goin fishin', Mama's goin' fishin, And the baby goin' fishin' too |
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| 8:26 |
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| 6:19 |
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| 12. |
| 2:34 |
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I had the blues, so bad one time it put my face in a permanent frown
You know I'm feeling so much better, I could cakewalk1 into town Honey, I woke up this mornin' feelin' so good, you know I laid back down again Throw your big leg over me mama, I might not feel this good again My baby, my baby, I do love the way she walks And when my woman gets sleepy, I love the way she baby-talks My work is getting scarce, oh baby, my work it done got hard, I spend my whole day stealin' chickens Honey from the rich folks yard I would love to take a picnic in the country and stay all day I wouldn't do nothing but while my blues away I had the blues so bad one time it put my face in a permanent frown You know I'm feelin' so much better I could cakewalk into town |
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| 5:28 |
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It rained so hard the day I left
The weather it was dry, sun so hot I'd like to froze myself to death Susanna don't you cry Singin' oh, Susanna don't you, don't you Don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I, 'cause I'm on my way to Alabama, baby With your banjo upon my knee Well now it rained so hard the day I left The weather it was dry, don't you know that I would like to froze myself to death Susanna don't you cry Singin' oh, Susanna Baby, don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I ,'cause I'm on my way to Alabama Baby, with that banjo upon my knee Come along, baby true love, baby Honey, make me strong Oh, woman when I'm standing near you, baby You make me feel ten feet tall Singin' singin' oh, Susanna Baby, don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I'm on my way to Alabama Baby with your banjo upon my knee Well I come from Alabama My true love for to see I'm goin' down Louisiana Baby, don't you cry about me Singin' oh, Susanna Baby, don't you cry 'bout me 'Cause I'm on my way to Alabama With the banjo upon my knee Oh, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up, oh Talkin' 'bout, oh Alabama With the banjo upon my knee Honey, oh, on my knee, baby Oh, woman on my knee Said but don't you understand? It's on my knees |
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| 3:59 |
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Frankie an' Albert was sweethearts
Lordy how they could love. Vowed to love one another Baby 'neath the stars above It was her man..... an' he was doin' her wrong. Frankie went down to da' bar room, Get herself a bucket a beer. Say hey to da' lone bartender Say hey has my lovely man been here? It was my man.......an' he was doin' me wrong. Bartender say "Miss Frankie, huh, Honey I can't tell ya' no lie. He lef' here 'bout an' hour ago, With that hussy named Nelly Blye". It was yo' man......an he was doin' you wrong. Frankie she cried, she cried, she cried, Lordy what have I done? I done give my love to dis man He done took my love an' run. It was my man........an he was doin' me wrong. Albert saw Frankie comin', He say, Oh Lord baby, don't you shoot Well you know, out from under that red kimono The gun went rootie toot toot, She shot that man......cause he was doin' her wrong. Boo Hoo! Boo Hoo! Boo Hoo! Boo Hoo! Frankie say baby what have I done? You know I shot the only man I loved, A cold forty - one, It was my man........an he was doin' me wrong. Play it for a while.... High Sheriff come clippety, clippety, clippety, clippety, Clippety, clippety, clippety the trail I say look here Frankie I'm gon' tell ya' You done shot yo' man, I'm gon' hafta' put cha in da' county jail. Talkin' 'bout that man.....an' he was doin' her wrong. Frankie she laid in da' jail house, Now ya' know there ain't no one to go her bail. But 'cha know big Jim say honey, "I'm workin' on you, try to get you outta that jail" Tell about yo' man....'cause he was doin' you wrong. An' our story go on...... Frankie an' Albert was sweethearts Lordy how they could love. Vowed to love one another Underneath the stars above Talkin' 'bout that man..... an' he was doin' her wrong. |
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| 2:38 |
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Buy you a Chevrolet
Buy you a Chevrolet Buy you a Chevrolet Just do somthin' for you Just do somthin' for you Buy you a diamond ring Buy you a diamond ring Buy you a diamond ring Just do somthin' for you Just do somethin for you Build you a house and home Build you a house and home Build you a house and home Buy you a Chevrolet Buy you a Chevrolet Buy you a Chevrolet |
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| 3:16 |
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Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad Walking down the road with a ratchet in your waist Johnny you're too bad You're just robbin' now you're stabbin' Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy too bad You're just robbin' and you're stabbin' Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? You're gonna run to the rock for rescue There'll be no rock You're gonna run to the rock for rescue There'll be no rock [ Incomprehensible] Johnny you're too bad [Incomprehensible] Johnny you're too bad |
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