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You been meetin' your man, baby
Down at the local laundromat I say, you been meetin' your man, baby Down at the local laundromat I've done got wise An' daddy ain't goin' for that Early every mornin' You grab your old blouse or two Yeah, you get up early in the mornin' An' you grab your old blouse or two Oh, you know you're right down to the laundry While your man is waitin' on you You better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday Yeah, you better hear my warnin' I'm gettin' madder everyday I don't want you to get so clean, baby You just might wash your life away Ya hear? Well, alright I know you don't know it, baby But things look bad for you The laundry's gonna trap you, darlin' An' one more, one more dress will do |
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Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none She's a pretty woman right down to the bone So you just might as well still leave your skin alone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman what you trying to do You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman that's all right for you Now you just go on doing what you want to do But someday when you thing you've got it made You get in water deep enough so you can't wade Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do |
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Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha We're gonna try it one mo' time The new, Cross Cut Saw Comin' at you, hot an' heavy Watch this! Got a hell-uva groove to it, too! Hey brother, aah! I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam' Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill' Last girl I cut the wood for Want me back again I'm a cross-cut saw Just drag me across your log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help me say, 'Hot dog') Now dig this! Yeah Got a double-bladed ax That's really cuttin' good I'm a crosscut saw Bury me in the wood I'm a crosscut saw Just drag me across the log I'll cut your wood so easy for you You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog' Dig this! Yeah! Well, alright Spoken: Hey, Mike! Oh, Mike Let's do it like we did in 1965 In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin' We did Crosscut Saw It went somethin' like this And it had a hell-uva groove to it (In that little room with no air conditioner over there) Funk-aay, but gettin' on down Heavy stuff! Ha-ha-ha Watch this! (Bass player) Oooo-wee! Ooo-UH! I could feel that m'self Wait a minute! Let's take it from the top, one more time Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time? I can't hear ya Do you want it from the top, one more time? We're goin' all the way to the top And come down with a hell-uva groove Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself It's gon' be sho' nuff funky! Bandmember says: ('Watch this, man!') ooh-uh |
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The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything The mere idea of you, the longing here for you You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near you I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love |
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They call me the hunter, that's my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun The first time I saw you, standing on the street I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet" I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun I'm the big bad hunter baby How can I miss when I've got dead aim |
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When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind
When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind My eyes was full of tears Since she left me behind I pass a million people; I can't tell who I meet I pass a million people; I can't tell who I meet My eyes are full of tears Where can my baby be? (guitar solo) I went to see a gypsy to get my fortune read I went to see a gypsy to have my fortune read My head hung in sorrow When she said what she said When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind (repeat to fade) |
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There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry
There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry Baby my love will follow you, as the years go passing by I give you all but a home, that's one thing you get the night I give you all but a home, that's one thing you get the night You know my love will follow you, as the years go passing by I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye Baby my love will follow you, yes, as the years go passing by |
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[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chord
He ain't hitting the B flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row now Thinking nobody get a hit out of here But Sam and Dave Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas Or Eddie Floyd They ain't the only ones Who know how to play the blues I can play the blues myself I'm gonna give every disc jockey The blues across the country If he don't dig this He got a hole in his soul Yeah, well Hey, ooh wee If you hear a little fuss It ain't nobody but us |
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I walked into your store Just to have a look around
Asked if you could help me with the bargain I had found Tried to explain to you darlin' That I was just a working man You came up with some term that I could not understand Oh Little Lady You sure drive a hard bargain The price your asking mama is too much for me to pay Now you're trying to tell me, I can't have it lay away I know that your merchandise is good Because your sample proved it so And if it was to kill me little girl Oh what a good way to go |
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Ev'rybody understands the blues
Are you listening? YEAH! [audience replies] I say ev'rybody understands the blues Ev'rybody from one day to another has the blues You take the little baby that's layin' in the cradle He can't get that milk bottle fast enough He go to kickin' an'cryin' An' goin' on, tearin' up the little baby bed He got the blues Can ya dig it? YEAH! [audience replies] Ha, ha, ha You take this girl that's got this main squeeze That's her boyfriend, that is, you know An' he just bought a brand new GTO You know she wanna be wit' him ev'rytime he cranks it up An' go around the corner to the soda fountain This is where she wanna go an'show it off Where all the girls and guys be You know what I mean? An' she get ready to go out this particular night An' her mother say, "Daughter you was just out last night You can't go out tonight, that's too many nights in a row" She go in the room an'fasten the door An' won't answer the phone, won't eat Won't talk to nobody She got the blues That's what's wrong wit' her Some people call them the reds, the pinks When ya get through It's the old-fashioned country blues That's right I haven't seen my main squeeze In ten long weeks, today You know I got the blues Can you dig it? ha, ha, ha YEAH! [Audience replies] Woo! Alright! Ah but wait, I don't think you're with me Let's ev'rybody get a thing goin' right here Yes, yes, yes Can you feel it? YEAH! I can't hear you, can you feel it? YEAH! Yes, yes Sounds awful good, keep it, keep it, right there chilin' Keep it right there, ha ha ha ha The blues! An' when you're doin' the blues They so strong, that's the reason there named They call 'em blues power, yeah An' would you believe I invented blues power? YEAH! Ha, ha Can you dig the blues power? YEAH! Let ev'rybody say "yeah" YEAH! Say it again, say "yeah" YEAH! Alright! Alright! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh! Alright Ha, ha, ha! Well! Woo! Ha, ha, ha! Oh man! Hey! Ooh-oh! Woo! Thank you! Thank you very much! Thank you very kindly! Woo! |
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I went to work this mo'nin'
My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough to die" He sent me to the company doctor And he examined from head to toe "Whatever's wrong with ya, young man, My x-rays just won't show" I say, angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need The finance company They just don't receive my check They say they want a payment by Friday Or they want all-a the furniture back I went to the credit union To try to get myself a loan They said, "I would let ya have it young man, But we hear that you won't be workin' here much longer Angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Oh, angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need Lord have mercy! Oh angel! Oh! Oh! Cut my lights off this mo'nin' They set my furniture out doors I was listenin' to the weatherman 'while ago An' he's says it's gonna rain an'snow My daughter's got pneumonia An' my son is down with the flu My whole family's sufferin' from malnutrition And I can't even 'fford them soup I say, angel of mercy Won't you please look down on me? Oh, angel of mercy A little mercy is all I need |
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This number's bein' especially played
And dedicated to all of the women From all of the men You see you women have a good thing goin' But we hip to ya now You take two or three pieces And go down to the laundromat An' take ya eight hours to wash 'em No good! We gonna buy ya washers and dryers And we're gonna put ya at home in the basement And we gonna kick the door down that goes to the basement While we can hear the washer when it stop And baby, baby, baby, when that washer stop You better be though Or you better have a darn good explanation! Don't you go get whupped all on the toenails We're gonna raise your eye lashes and whup ya some And if ya run fast enough We're gonna whup ya on the bottom of the feet Ain't that right men? Speak up for yourself! (yeah, yeah) There will be no more goin' to the laundromat Puttin' your clothes in there And gettin' your girlfriend keep her eye on it While you step out the back door You better take my advise You might need it on your vacation this summer I'd hate to see ya come up with a leg screwed off Or a eye punched out Yeah! Whoa! yeah, yeah! I know you don't know it babe (yeah, yeah, yeah) But things look bad for you Hey, I know you don't know it babe But I'm gonna keep a close eye on you Well, ev'ry time you go to the laundromat, baby I want you to know, I want you to know That I'll be there too! |
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I wanna get down I wanna get funky I wanna get down, yeah I wanna get funky, yeah You know, I wanna get down Now listen to this: When I leave work My trouble is gone I rush to my baby Who's waiting at home I wanna get funky, yeah yeah I wanna get down You know, I wanna get funky I wanna get down When I plays my music From town to town I can hear the people talkin' Sayin' they wanna get down I wanna get funky, yeah You know, I wanna get down I'm gonna get on down now I wanna get funky I wanna get down yeah I want to get funky, yeah Well, you know, I wanna get down When I leave work My trouble is gone I run to my baby Who's waiting at home I wanna get funky I said, you know, I wanna get down Listen: I wanna get funky, yeah baby, oh baby I wanna get down Oh |
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Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman
Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman If you got a woman that's cold 9 times outta 10 she can't be stole If you got a woman that's hot as fire you can wave your woman bye-bye If she's hot she knows she's hot then you can't please her with what you got. Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman If you gotta woman that's hard to get 9 times outta 10 the lil girl'll stick If you gotta woman that talks to every man that hits When you get home she might done split If she listens to them long enough you can wave bye-bye to your good good stuff (Cuz) Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman (I say) Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman If you gotta woman that don't like to laugh and grin Aw buddy she'll stay with you until the end But if you gotta woman that likes to flirt You can call your family doctor buddy cuz you bout to get hurt If you got a woman that can't count her fingers and toes It's no telling how many men have seen exposed Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman Cold women with warm hearts is my kind of woman |
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Goin' to Detroit Michigan,
Girl I can't take you. Hey I'm goin' to Detroit Michigan, Girl, you got to stay here behind. Goin' to get me a job, On the Cadillac assembly line. I'm tired of whoopin' and hollerin' Up and down the Mississippi road. Oh I'm tired of whoopin' and hollerin' Pickin' that nasty cotton. Gonna catch me a bus up north, I won't have to keep sayin' yessir boss. Goin' to Detroit Michigan, Girl I can't take you. Hey I'm goin' to Detroit Michigan, Girl, you got to stay here behind. Goin' to get me a job, On the Cadillac assembly line. Well, girl if you'll be alright, And keep your blue jeans zipped up tight When I make my first check, I'll put you on the Delta jet. Hey hey. I'm gonna send for you darlin' Won't you come on home |
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Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in
Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I must've had too much weekend Call my job, have someone operate my machine Call my job, have someone operate my machine You look so good to me this morning, I must've had too much weekend Hang the hat off the hook, lock the door too, spend my time, making love to you Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I must've had too much weekend |
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I'm tired of being, your good time Charlie
To you, that's what I'm all about The only time you wanna see me, girl Is when you want me to take you out I wined and dined you, And kept you well dressed I spent my hard earned money To try to keep you impressed The only reward from you Was a goodnight kiss or two But I got news for you, All your good times are through You better find yourself another good time Charlie Do you hear me, child You can go and find yourself another good time Charlie Cause all of those good days from me is through It's a bitter pill to swallow, That thing they call pride But you can't understand, The hurt I feel inside Like the old sayin' goes, Girl you took me for a ride You can go and find yourself another good time Charlie Go ahead and find yourself, baby, mmm Another good time Charlie I'm tired of being, your good time Charlie To you, that's what I'm all about The only time you wanna see me, girl Is when you want me to take you out You keep on tellin' me, it's your social standin' I can't afford your lifestyle, it's just too demandin' Maybe someday you'll change, until this comes about I got news for you girl, right now I'm checkin' out You better find yourself another good time Charlie Do you hear me darlin', yeah I'm tired of bein' your good time Charlie That's why I'm checkin' out, today |
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Some want all the money, well
Some want all the honey, yeah How could they all have ev'rything? I smell somethin' funny (We all, we all, we all) Umm! A dollar for ev'ry holler, money for their honey, yeah I want yours an' you want mine I smell somethin' funny (We all, we all, we all) We all wanna boogie Boogie (We all wanna boogie right now) (Boogie) (We) Some want all the power They wanna be the man of the hour 'Cause if they rise or fall means only money I smell somethin' funny A dollar for ev'ry holler, yeah Money for all the honey, well I want yours an' you want mine I smell somethin' funny (We all, we all, we all) We all wanna boogie (Boogie) We all wanna boogie right now (Boogie) We all wanna boogie li'l bit (We all wanna boogie li'l bit) We all wanna boogie (We all wanna boogie) We all wanna boogie, yeah (We all wanna boogie, yeah) I feel like boogie a li'l bit (I feel like boogie a li'l bit) Do ya wanna boogie, some? (Do you wanna boogie, some?)We all wanna boogie right |
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Feelings, nothing more than feelings,
Trying to forget my feelings of love. Teardrops rolling down on my face, Trying to forget my feelings of love. Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it. I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again. Feelings, wo-o-o feelings, Wo-o-o, feel you again in my arms. Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you And feelings like I've never have you again in my heart. Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it. I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again. Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you And feelings like I've never have you again in my life. Feelings, wo-o-o feelings, wo-o-o, feelings again in my arms. Feelings... |
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