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Well my home's in the delta,
Way out on that farmer's road. Now you know I'm living in Chicago, And people, I sure do hate to go. Now you know I'm leaving here in the morning, Won't be back no more. Well I know my little baby, This girl don't know what a-shape I'm in. You know I haven't had no lovin' Boy you know, in God knows when. Now you know I just been sittin' here thinkin' Wondering where in the world she benn. Look out. Well I feel like cryin' But you know, the tears won't come down. I feel like cryin' But you know the tears won't come down. Ah, you know I got a funny feelin' I'm gonna have to leave your town. Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm Have mercy. Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm Ah, you know I just been sittin' here thinkin' Wondering where in the world she been. |
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| 2. |
| 3:34 | 
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| 5:14 |
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| 3:16 |
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Good morning little school girl (chess box)
Good morning little school girl (x2) Can I go home with you (x2) Tell your mother and your father I once was a schoolboy too Sometimes I don't know what (x2) Woman what in this world do you do (x2) I don't wanna hurt your feelings Or even get mad with you I'm gonna buy me an airplane (x2) I'm gonna fly over ******* (x2) If I don't find my baby Ain't gonna let my airplane down Now who's that coming, yonder (x2) She's all dressed up and pretty (x2) If she don't be my baby I've soon to see her ******** |
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| 3:13 |
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You're gonna need,
You're gonna need my help, I say. You know I won't have to worry, I'll have everything goin' my way. Well, you wake up in the morning, Your face so full of frowns. Asked you, "What's wrong?" You say, "I'm sorry, I'm puttin' you down!" Well, you're gonna need, You're gonna need my help, I say. You know I won't have to worry, Coz' I'll have everything goin' my way. Well, you leave home in the morning And you won't come back tonight. You won't give me no food You still say you treat me right. |
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| 4:43 |
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| 7. |
| 3:29 |
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Big leg women, keep your dresses down
You got stuff to make a bulldog hug a hound If you roll your belly like you roll your dough People, they's crying They want some more Roll your belly like you roll your dough Hey, people, they's crying People, they're crying for more Big leg women sure got something good People, they's crying about it in the neighborhood Big leg women sure got something good Now, if you don't believe me, ask everybody in my neighborhood |
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| 3:30 |
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| 3:58 |
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| 2:45 |
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Why do men go crazy
When a woman wears her dress so tight? Why do men go crazy When a woman wears her dress so tight? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a tomcat fight all night Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a bulldog love a hound Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the whole world is a-fighting all about that same thing What makes you feel so good When your baby gets down her evening gown? What makes you feel so good When your baby gets down her evening gown? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a preacher man lay his Bible down Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the whole world is a-fighting all about that same thing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MC KEAG, ANDREW <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:00 |
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Had a sweet little girl, I lose my baby, boy ain't that bad
Had a sweet little girl, I lose my baby, boy ain't that bad You can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some little girl you ain't never had Had money in the bank, I got busted, people ain't that bad Had money in the bank, I got busted, people ain't that bad You can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some little girl you ain't never had Ain't that the truth boys (instrumental) Had a sweet little home, it got burned down, people ain't that bad My own fault, people ain't that bad Well you know you can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some blues you ain't never had (instrumental) Have mercy! Sweet little home, got burned down, people ain't that bad Yeah you know I had a sweet little home, it got burned down, people ain't that bad Whoa you know you can't spend what you ain't got, you can't lose some little girl you ain't never had |
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| 2:22 |
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| 2:50 |
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| 2:57 |
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