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Just look here mama
Don't pick pig meat the way you do Don't pick pig meat the way you do Don't believe it's pig meat Ask anybody in the neighborhood Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret I got something about this pig meat Sweet mama ain't told you yet I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town You don't believe it's pig meat Mama from my head on down |
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Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Eee hee eee, gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Well, a man don't need a woman, hoo, fair brown, that he got to give all his money to Everybody say she got a mojo, now, she's been usin' that stuff Mmmm, mmmm, everybody says she got a mojo, 'cause she been usin' that stuff But she got a way trimmin'1 down, hoo, fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough Now little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen Ooo eee, since I am the king baby, and you is a queen Let's us put our heads together, hoo, fair brown, then we can make our money green |
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| 2:38 |
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Judge give me life this mornin' down on Parchman Farm (2x) I wouldn't hate it so bad, but I left my wife in mourn Oh, goodbye wife, all you have done gone (2x) But I hope some day, you will hear my lonesome song Oh listen you men, I don't mean no harm (2x) If you wanna do good, you better stay off old Parchman Farm We got to work in the mornin', just at dawn of day (2x) Just at the settin' of the sun, that's when the work is done I'm down on Parchman Farm, but I sho' wanna go back home (2x) But I hope some day I will overcome |
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| 2:46 |
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Won't you be my chauffeur?
Won't you be my chauffeur? I wants him to drive me I wants him to drive me downtown Yes, he drives so easy I can't turn him down But I don't want him But I don't want him To be ridin' these girls To be ridin' these girls around So I'm gonna steal me a pistol Shoot my chauffeur down Well, I must buy him Well, I must buy him A brand new V8 A brand new V8 Ford Then he won't need no passengers I will be his load Yeah, take it away Going to let my chauffeur Going to let my chauffeur Drive me around the Drive me around the world Then he can be my little boy Yes, I'll be his girl |
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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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| 5:21 |
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Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin' Ooh yeah, whoaw Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive But now I'm a man, way past 21 Want you to believe me baby, I had lot's of fun I'm a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man I'm a man I'm a natural born lovers man I'm a man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man I'm a hoochie coochie man Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate You know I'm made to move you honey, come up two hours late Wasn't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone Man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man The line I shoot will never miss When I make love to a woman, she can't resist I think I go down, to old Kansas Stew I'm gonna bring back my second cousin, that little Johnny Cocheroo All you little girls, sittin'out at that line I can make love to you woman, in five minutes time Ain't that a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy Man I'm a full grown man Man I'm a natural born lovers man Man I'm a rollin' stone I'm a man-child I'm a hoochie coochie man well, well, well, well hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child well, well, well, well Yeah |
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| 3:28 |
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| 4:51 |
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| 4:10 |
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Honey, I love to go to parties And I like to have a good time, But if it gets too pale after a while Honey and I start looking to find One good man. Hmm, don’t you know I’ve been searching, Oh yes I have! One good man, Oh ain’t much, honey ain’t much, It’s only everything, whoa. An’ I don’t want much outa life, I never wanted a mansion in the South. I just-a want to find someone sincere Who’d treat me like he talks, One good man. Oh honey don’t you know that I’ve been looking. Oh, one good man Ain’t much, honey it ain’t much, Oh, it’s only everything. All right. Some girls they want to collect their men, They wear ’em like notches on a gun. Oh honey, but I know better than that, I know that a woman only needs one. One good man, oh, Oh baby don’t you know I’ve been looking, hmm. One good man, It ain’t much, no, no honey it ain’t much, Oh, it’s only every little thing, Just-a everything, everything Ah yeah. |
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Got a black magic woman Got a black magic woman I?ve got a black magic woman Gotten her so bad that I can?t see that she?s a black magic woman She?s trying to make a devil out of meTurn your back on me baby Turn your back on me baby Yes go turn your back |
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| 5:07 |
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Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be putting me on" God say, "No". Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin' you better run" Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killing done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61". Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes He asked poor Howard where can I go Howard said there's only one place I know Sam said tell me quick man I got to run Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun And said that way down on Highway 61. Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King I got forty red white and blue shoe strings And a thousand telephones that don't ring Do you know where I can get rid of these things And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son And he said yes I think it can be easily done Just take everything down to Highway 61. Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night Told the first father that things weren't right My complexion she said is much too white He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're right Let me tell the second mother this has been done But the second mother was with the seventh son And they were both out on Highway 61. Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored He was tryin' to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes I think it can be very easily done We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61. |
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Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't get a single sound Well dark clouds are rollin' in Man I'm standin' out in the rain Well dark clouds are rollin' in Man I'm standin' out in the rain Yeah flood water keep a rollin' Man it's about to drive poor me insane Well I'm leavin' you baby Lord and I'm goin' back home to stay Well I'm leavin' you baby Lord and I'm goin' back home to stay Well back home are no floods or tornados Baby and the sun shines every day |
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| 4:57 |
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Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't have to, want to have to deal with But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keepin' a low profile Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Feel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than I ever felt But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is a-goin' to melt I went to the Church house, every day I go an extra mile Well, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cry awhile Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a poundin' on the wall It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a 2 a.m. booty call To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile I'm on the fringes of the night fighting back my tears I can't control Some people they ain't human, they ain't got no heart or soul But I'm a-cryin' to the Lord, tryin' to be meek and mild Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Well the preacher's in the pulpit and the babies in their cribs I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs I'm goin' t' buy me a barrel of whisky, I'll die before I turn senile Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Well, you bet on the horses, they ran the wrong way I always said you'd be sorry and that would be the day I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile |
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