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| 1. |
| 3:16 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:58 |
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| 3. |
| 2:44 |
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| 4. |
| 3:12 |
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| 5. |
| 2:56 |
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| 6. |
| 2:51 |
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| 7. |
| 2:33 |
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| 8. |
| 2:52 |
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| 9. |
| 2:16 |
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| 10. |
| 5:58 |
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| 11. |
| 2:28 | 
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I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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| 12. |
| 4:12 |
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| 13. |
| 3:41 |
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| 14. |
| 3:03 |
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| 15. |
| 3:13 |
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| 16. |
| 2:52 |
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| 17. |
| 2:29 |
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Delia, Delia, how can it be?
You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Well, that's one more rounder gone Delia, Delia sitting all around Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Delia's poor mother took a trip out West When she returned, Delia lyin' in rest Delia's mother wept, Delia's father moaned They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home Rubber tired buggy, two-seated hack, Took Delia to the graveyard, never brought her back Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low, Shot poor Delia with that hated .44 Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!" Judge said to Kenny, "Here's a natural fact: You going to wait in jail till Delia come back" Kenny's in the basement, drinking from a silver cup Delia's in the graveyard, never come back up Kenny said to judge, "What's the fuss about? Just that no good woman trying to put me out" |
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| 18. |
| 2:53 |
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| 19. |
| 2:37 |
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| 20. |
| 2:53 |
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| 21. |
| 2:15 |
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Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything, that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, Lord that's takin' effect on me Some day I will return, with the1 marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with a marriage license in my hand I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land |
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| 22. |
| 2:49 |
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