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| 1. |
| 4:44 | 
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Momma take the pillow from under my head, now
Allelu Said take the pillow from under my head Allelu Now, take the pillow from under my head Jesus's gonna make up my dyin' bed Then you'll need that true religion Allelu Doctor, doctor, lookin' sad Allelu Well, doctor, doctor said lookin' sad Allelu And doctor, doctor now lookin' sad "Strangest case I ever had" Then you'll need that true religion Allelu Crossin' Jordan, I need not fear Allelu Well, crossin' Jordan, I need not fear Allelu Said, crossin' Jordan, I need not fear Jesus' gonna be the engineer Then you'll need that true religion Allelu Momma take the pillow from under my head, now Allelu Said take the pillow from under my head Allelu Well, take the pillow from under my head Jesus's gonna make up my dyin' bed Then you'll need that true religion Allelu And I cried, you'll need that true religion Allelu |
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| 2. |
| 3:15 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:59 |
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Well, now give me my pistol, man
And three round balls I'm gonna shoot everybody That I don't like at all Like at all, like at all Like at all, like at all Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame You know the thing don't miss 'Cause I got dead aim Got dead aim, got dead aim Got dead aim, got dead aim Well, the world is a drag And my friends can't vote Gonna make me a connection And score some dope Go, get high, go, get high Go, get high, go, get high |
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| 4. |
| 5:01 |
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Daily things fall off like water,
falling down like summer rain; We see each other in confusion; Wonder why we came today. Sittin' lonely in our prison, lookin' out for ways to sail; What we'd be without confusion, in our less uncommon way. Through your hair across my eyes, the twilight shafts in soft surprise; Reminds me once again how nice, it is to be with you. 1971 Fish-o-Baby Productions |
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| 5. |
| 3:40 |
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Well now keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away
Keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away Here you come mama big as sin, tell what you been doin' by the shape you're in So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away If you been doin' what I think you been doin' baby, can't do that 'round here You been doin' what I think you been doin' baby, can't do that 'round here Here you come mam big as hell, tell what you been doin' by way you smell So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away What's that smell like fish pretty baby, I really would like to know Tell me What's that smell like fish oh mama, I really would like to know That ain't puddin' baby ain't no pie, it's the stuff that I got you by So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away Now yes you gotta leave this mornin', get your Yas yas Outta my door Now yes you gotta leave this mornin', get your yas yas outta my door Ashes to ashes mama, dust to dust, what-cha gonna do when that damn thing rusts So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues aw |
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| 6. |
| 5:16 |
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| 7. |
| 4:50 |
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(Jorma Kaukonen)
I used to think, wherever I wandered, Nothing would ever, ever come to woe; But that's all gone now and I don't worry; What's the future for me and my friends; Well, I just don't know. Cause living is with us until it is gone; Once it has left us, the believers don't know; But I'm still alive now and I don't worry; When I go down, don't let me go slow! If love was a word that no one could follow; It was a message that was written in air; I'd rather be lost now, than following nothing; Than feeling and thinking, unable to care. Copyright 1971, A Fishobaby Production |
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| 8. |
| 3:27 |
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| 9. |
| 3:16 |
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