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Albert King




Альбом Albert King


Born Under A Bad Sign (1967)
1967
1.
2.
3.
Kansas City
4.
5.
Down Don't Bother Me
6.
7.
I Almost Lost My Mind
8.
Personal Manager
9.
Laundromat Blues
10.
11.
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Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Hard luck and trouble is my only friend
I been on my own ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

I can't read, haven't learned how to write
My whole life has been one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl


If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

I ain't lyin'
If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no kind-a luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Wine and women is all I crave
A big legged woman is gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Yeah, my bad luck boy
Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

. . .


Spoken:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
We're gonna try it one mo' time
The new, Cross Cut Saw
Comin' at you, hot an' heavy
Watch this!
Got a hell-uva groove to it, too!

Hey brother, aah!

I'm a cross cut saw
Just drag me across your log
I'm a cross cut saw
Just drag me across your log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help but say 'Hot dog!'

Some call me 'Wood-Choppin Sam'
Some call me 'Wood-Cuttin Bill'
Last girl I cut the wood for
Want me back again

I'm a cross-cut saw
Just drag me across your log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help me say, 'Hot dog')

Now dig this!

Yeah

Got a double-bladed ax
That's really cuttin' good
I'm a crosscut saw
Bury me in the wood

I'm a crosscut saw
Just drag me across the log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you


You can't help but say, 'Hot Dog'

Dig this!

Yeah!
Well, alright

Spoken:
Hey, Mike!
Oh, Mike
Let's do it like we did in 1965
In that one little room, on the other side of the buildin'
We did Crosscut Saw
It went somethin' like this
And it had a hell-uva groove to it
(In that little room with no air conditioner over there)
Funk-aay, but gettin' on down
Heavy stuff!
Ha-ha-ha

Watch this!

(Bass player)
Oooo-wee!
Ooo-UH!
I could feel that m'self

Wait a minute!
Let's take it from the top, one more time
Do ya'all wanna go to the top one more time?

I can't hear ya
Do you want it from the top, one more time?

We're goin' all the way to the top
And come down with a hell-uva groove
Ah, I might get out there and do the Boogie Woogie, myself
It's gon' be sho' nuff funky!

Bandmember says:
('Watch this, man!')

ooh-uh

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Kansas City

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Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none
She's a pretty woman right down to the bone
So you just might as well still leave your skin alone

Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do

Oh pretty woman what you trying to do
You kept on foolin' around till I got stuck on you
So you just drop that mess and come down off your throne
Stop using my poor heart as a stepping stone


Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do

Oh pretty woman that's all right for you
Now you just go on doing what you want to do
But someday when you thing you've got it made
You get in water deep enough so you can't wade

Pretty woman
What's the matter with you
Can't make you love me, no matter what I do

. . .

Down Don't Bother Me

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They call me the hunter, that's my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game
I bought me a love gun, just the other day
And I aim to aim it your way
Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun

The first time I saw you, standing on the street
I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet"
I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses


And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses
Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun

Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun

I'm the big bad hunter baby
How can I miss when I've got dead aim

. . .

I Almost Lost My Mind

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Personal Manager

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Laundromat Blues

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There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry
There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry
Baby my love will follow you, as the years go passing by

I give you all but a home, that's one thing you get the night
I give you all but a home, that's one thing you get the night


You know my love will follow you, as the years go passing by

I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye
I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye
Baby my love will follow you, yes, as the years go passing by

. . .


The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near you

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

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