Feel Like Going Home - A Film By Martin Scorsese (2003) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long

I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me

I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul

Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my...
(spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about)
You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg
(spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now)
But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head

I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail

If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
All I would need is my little sweet rider
Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away

You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door
All around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door
It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go

I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree
Tremblin' on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company

I get later on in the evenin' time, I feel like, like blowin' my horn
I woke up this mo'nin, find my, my little baby gone, hmm

Later on in the evenin', main man, I feel like, like blowin' my horn
Well I, woke up this mo'nin' baby, find my little baby gone
A well now, some folks say they worry, worry blues ain't bad
Well that's a misery ole feelin', honey now, well gal, I most ever had
Some folks tell me, man I did worry, the blues ain't bad
That's a misery feelin' child, I most, most ever had
Well, brooks run into the ocean, ocean run in, into the sea

Brook run into the ocean, child, ocean run into the sea
Well, if I don't find my baby now, well gal, you gonna have to bury me
If I don't find my baby somebody gonna, gonna bury me, um-hm

Yes, minutes seem like hours an hours seem like days
Seems like my baby would stop her, her lowdown ways, hey
Yes, seem like my woman now, well gal, she might stop her lowdown ways

Well now I'm, I'm leavin' this mo'nin' if I had-a, whoa ride the blind
Minutes seem like hours child, an hours seem like days
I feel mistreated girl you know now, I don't mind dyin'
Yeah, been mistreated baby now, baby an I don't mind dyin Leavin' this mo'nin, tell ya I had-a now ride the blind

You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while

Well, you know I went to a gypsy woman to have my fortune told
She say, "You better go back home son and peep through your, your key hole"
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while

Well, now, you know I went back home, I took the gypsy woman as she said
I peeped through my keyhole and there was another man laying in my bed
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child

Well, you're having a good time now, but that'll be trouble after while