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| 2:44 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:45 |
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| 3. |
| 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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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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| 5. |
| 2:26 |
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| 6. |
| 2:55 |
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| 7. |
| 2:40 |
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| 8. |
| 2:39 |
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| 9. |
| 5:35 |
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| 10. |
| 4:43 |
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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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| 12. |
| 2:43 |
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| 13. |
| 3:06 |
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| 14. |
| 3:23 |
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| 15. |
| 2:37 |
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Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy Lord
Hurts you go bad for us to part But some day baby, you ain't gonna worry my life any more She's on my mind, she's on my mind, every place I go How much I love her nobody knows But some day baby, you ain't gonna worry my life any more So many nights, since you been gone, I been wonderin', how my life goes on But some day baby, you ain't gonna worry my life any more And my story, here's all I got to say, "Goodbye baby, don't care what you do" But some day baby, you ain't gonna worry my life any more |
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| 2:38 |
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Oh come back, baby
Oh mama please dont go, yeah Cause the way I love you Child you'll never know Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Let's talk it over one more time Oh now now Well I admit, baby That I was wrong Don't you know, baby Child you been gone too long Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Let's talk it over one more time Oh now now Say If I could holler Like a mountain jack Yeah yeah oh people I'd call my baby back Oh come back baby, Woo yeah Let's talk it over one more time Oh now now Now one of these days, baby And It won't be long, yeah you gonna look for me child you know And Ill be gone So come back baby, yeah yeah Let's talk it over one more time Oh now now |
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| 17. |
| 2:55 |
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| 18. |
| 2:55 |
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| 19. |
| 3:10 |
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Well, now it gettin,
Late on into the evenin and I feel like, like blowin my home. When I woke up this mornin all I, I had was gone. Now it gettin, Late on into the evenin, man now, I feel like, like blowin my home. Well now, woke up this mornin, all I had was gone. Well, brooks run into the ocean, the ocean run in, into the sea, If I don't find my baby, somebody gonna sure bury me. Brooks run into the ocean, man, that ole ocean run into the sea, Well now, if I don't find my baby chile, somebody sure gonna bury me. Well, minutes seemed like hours, an hour don't it seem like days? Seems like my baby would stop her old evil way, Minutes seemed like hours, an hour seemed like days, Well now, seems like my baby child, whoo-hoo well, child, Would stop her low down ways. |
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| 20. |
| 3:46 |
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The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born I got a boy child's coming He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about 'Cause you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny Concheroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world'll know The hoochie coochie man But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors said He was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars Don't you mess with me But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I'm here |
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| 21. |
| 2:52 |
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