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> Wanna tell you a story
About the house-man blues I come home one Friday Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job She said that don't confront me Long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent And out the door I went So I goes to the landlady I said you let me slide? I'll have the rent for you in a month Next I don't know So said let me slide it on you know people I notice when I come home in the evening She ain't got nothing nice to say to me But for five year she was so nice Loh' she was lovy-dovy I come home one particular evening The landlady said you got the rent money yet? I said no, can't find no job Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent She said I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job Said I seen you today you was standin' on a corner Leaning up against a post I said but I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day She said that don't confront me Long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent And out the door I went So I go down the streets Down to my good friend's house I said look man I'm outdoors you know Can I stay with you maybe a couple days? He said let me go and ask my wife He come out of the house I could see it in his face I know that was no He said I don't know man ah she kinda funny, you know I said I know, everybody funny, now you funny too So I go back home I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent She said yeah? I said oh yeah And then she was so nice Loh' she was lovy-dovy So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent She ain't gonna get none of it So I stop in the local bar you know people I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender Said look man, come down here, he got down there So what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose Need me a triple shot of that juice Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer But I'm sitting now at the bar I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer Looked down the bar, here come the bartender I said look man, come down here So what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed Gonna get high man I ain't had enough Need me a triple shot of that stuff Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Now by this time I'm plenty high You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high Looked down the bar I say to my bartender I said look man, come down here, he got down there So what you want this time? I said look man, a-what time is it? He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock Last call for alcohol, so what you need? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak Gonna get high man listen to me One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Submitted by Michael Hack |
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> I come in last night about half past ten,
That baby of mine wouldn't let me in So move it on over, rock it on over, Move over little dog, the mean old dog is movin' in She told me not to mess around, But I done let the deal go down Move it on over, rock it on over, Move over nice dog, the big fat dog is movin' in She changed the lock on my back door, Now my key won't fit no more Move it on over, rock it on over, Move over nice dog, the mean old dog is movin' in She threw me out just as pretty as she pleased, Pretty soon I'll be scratchin' fleas Move it on over, slide it on over, Move over nice dog, the mean old dog is movin' in Yeah, listen to me dog before you start to whine, That side yours and this side mine So move it on over, rock it on over, Move over little dog, the big old dog is movin' in Yeah, she changed the lock on my back door, Now my key won't fit no more Move it on over, rock it on over, Move over little dog, the big old dog is movin' in Move it on over, move it on over Move it on over, won't'cha rock it on over Move over cool dog, the hot dog's movin' in |
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The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets.
The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets. I looked out my window, the rain was falling down in sheets. My baby left me this morning, Lord knows I don't know the reason why. My baby left me this morning, I don't know the reason why. And everytime I think about it, I hang my head and cry. The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart. The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart. I love my baby, I hate to see us part. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JAMES, ELMORE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Early one morning while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down I shot her down then I went to bed I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun I took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico In the hot joint takin' the pill There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down Yes so my name's is Billy Lee If you've got a warrant you better read it to me I shot her down 'cause she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black They threw me on a freight train and hauled me back Had no friend who'd go my bail They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail Early next morning 'round half past nine I saw the sheriff comin' down the line That sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat Said come on you dirty hackin' to the district court Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was judged by twelve honest men Yes as the jury started walkin' out I saw that little judge commence to look about In about five minutes then walked a man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I shouted Lordy Lordy please have mercy on me The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Penn Ninety-nine years underneath that ground But I can't forget that day I shot that bad bitch down Come on you hotheads you listen to me Stay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ARNALL, T. J. / NICHOLS, WILLIAM <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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> Ah you babes talk about your Madison shoes
We got a thing we call the Madison blues We do the Madison blues We do the Madison blues We do the Madison blues baby Rock away your blues I know a gal her name is Lindsey Lou She told me she loved me but I know it ain't true Put on your Madison shoes Put on your Madison blue shoes I got the Madison blues Now put on your Madison blue shoes Ah you cats talking about your Madison shoes We do the thing we call the Madison blues We do the Madison blues We do the Madison blues We do the Madison blues baby Rock away your blues Ah you babes talk about your Madison shoes We got a thing we call the Madison blues We do the Madison blues We do the Madison blues We do the Madison blues baby Rock away your blues |
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> I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Around the town I use a rattlesnake whip, take it easy baby don't you give me no lip Who do you love? Who do you love? I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said ""Lonesome George you don't understand, who do you love?"" The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a house wagon flew Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should've heard what I'd seen Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat Who do you love? Who do you love? I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie A brand new house on the road side, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's made out of human skull Come on take a little walk with me child, tell me who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love |
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