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Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm doin' the shout I'm gonna do the shout I'm gonna do the shout I'm gonna do the shout Got a letter this mornin' Got a letter from my baby She was on her way On her way home Say, when I get home Say, with me and my baby We're gonna do the shout Gonna lock up the door And keep down the window If anybody call Said, he not at home If the telephone ring We're not at home We're doin' the shout We're doin' the shout We're doin' the shout Just me an' my baby Just me an' my baby Hey, hey, hey, hey Gonna shout all day Gonna shout all night Just me an' my baby Gonna doin' the shout Shout, baby, shout, baby Shout, baby, shout, baby Hey, hey, alright Me an' my baby We're doin' the shout We're doin' the shout I was so glad, I was so glad She, my baby back home She, my baby back home I'm so glad She, my baby back home Shout baby, shout baby Shout baby, shout baby Shout baby, hey, hey |
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| 2. |
| 2:51 |
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Ya know, the Motor City is burning, babe
There ain't a thing in the world they can do Ya know, the Motor City is burning people There ain't a thing that white society can do Ma home town burning down to the ground Worser than Vietnam Let me tell you how it started now It started on 12th Clair Mount that morning It made the, the pig cops all jump and shout I said, it started on 12th Clair Mount that morning It made the, the pigs in the street go freak out The fire wagons kept comin', baby But the Black Panther Snipers wouldn't let them put it out Wouldn't let them put it out, wouldn't let them put it out Get it on Well, there were fire bombs bursting all around the people Ya know there was soldiers standing everywhere I said there was fire bombs bursting all around me, baby Ya know there was National Guard everywhere I can hear my people screaming Sirens fill the air, fill the air, fill the air Your mama, papa don't know what the trouble is You see, they don't know what it's all about I said, your mama, papa don't know what the trouble is, baby They just can't see what it's all about I get the news, read the newspapers, baby, baby? You just get out there in the street and check it out I said, the Motor City is burning, people I ain't hanging 'round to fight it out I said, the Motor City is burning, people Just not hang around to fight it out Well, I'm taking my wife and my people and they're on TV Well, just before I go, baby, [Incomprehensible] Fireman's on the street, people all around Now, I guess it's true I'd just like to strike a match for freedom myself I may be a white boy, but I can be bad, too Yes, it's true now, yes, it's true now Yes Let it all burn, let it all burn, let it all burn |
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| 3. |
| 6:27 |
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(John Lee Hooker / Bernard Besman)
[Spoken:] Hey! It's the house rent boogie I come home last Friday, talk to the woman that I lost my job She says don't confront me an' so I have my rent next Friday An' next Friday come, I didn't have the rent an' out the door I went Yes, yes! Hmm, hmm Yes, yes! Come here now y'all, right 'cross the street here Help me get this rent together Some give me a nickel and some give me a dime I'm tired of keepin' this movin' every night I can't hold out much longer Now I got this rent, now let's get together, y'all Let's have a ball Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! |
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| 4. |
| 2:38 |
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(Jimmy Reed)
If you gotta cry, baby, little girl, cry before I go You gotta cry, baby, little girl, cry before I go There ain't nothin' you can say, a-make me stay another day Your my lovin', whoa, I was so green I gave ya all of my lovin', whoa, I was so green Well, now I know the score, Jimmy Reed, got to split the scene Watch you cryin', baby, give me a reason I shouldn't go Watch you cry, baby, give me a reason I shouldn't go If it makes any sense to me, baby, I'll come walkin' back in that door |
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| 5:16 | 
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| 4:20 |
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| 7. |
| 2:51 |
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Backbiters and syndicaters
Standing all around the door Backbiters and syndicaters Standing all around the door An it wished 'bout everyday Hopin' I'd go way to stay Almost ruin my happy home Almost ruin my happy home I be glad when the day come You leave these syndicaters alone I can't understand, little girl That they don't mean you no good I can't understand, little girl That you don't know they don't mean you no good You'll find these kind of people In any neighborhood Backbiters and syndicaters Can't you see 'em standin' 'round the do'? Back biters and the syndicaters Can't you see 'em standin' 'round the do'? I'm gonna move on down the line I don't have to be bothered no more |
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| 2:04 |
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| 9. |
| 2:53 |
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They call me, Mr. Lucky
Bad luck don't follow me They call me, Mr. Lucky Bad luck don't follow me Everything I touches turn to gold That mean I can't do no wrong I woke early one mornin' Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed I woke early one mornin' Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed I listened to him real closely This is what he said 'You was born for good luck, Johnny' 'Bad luck can't do you no harm' 'You was born for good luck' 'Bad luck can't do you no harm' 'I guarantee you'll never go wrong' That's why they call me, Mr. Lucky Bad luck don't follow me That's why they call me, Mr. Lucky Bad luck don't follow me Everything I touches turn to gold I never felt misery |
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| 2:38 |
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