Альбом Buddy Guy

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(Leroy Carr)

How long, how long, has that evenin' train been gone?
How long, how long, baby how long.
Heard the whistle blowin', couldn't see the train
Way down in my heart I had an achin' pain.
How long, how long, how long.
If I could holler like a mountain jack
I'd go up on the mountain and call my baby back.
I went up on the mountain, looked as far as I could see
The man had my woman and the blues had poor me.
I can see the green grass growin' on the hill
But I ain't seen the green grass on a dollar bill.
I'm goin' down to Georgia, been up in Tennessee
So look me over baby, last you'll see of me.
The brook runs into the river, river runs into the sea
If I don't run into my baby, a train is goin' to run into me.

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Now you may be sweet little woman
As the apple on a tree
Don't want no woman to lay up
And depend on me

You got to help me some
Yes, you've got to help me some
Don't care what I do
Babe you've got to help me some

Now if I'm the Pullman porter, girl
You've got to be the maid
So when every Saturday come
We both can get paid

So you can help me some
Yes, I want you to help me some
I don't care what I do
Babe, you've got to help me some

Now when I go to bed little girl
And lay up beside-a you
Now if I shake the cover
Please try to shake it too

So you can help me some
Yes, I want you to help me some
And I don't care what I do
Babe you've got to help me some

Help me some little girl, help me some!
Now don't stand there and look at me like that,
C'mon and help me some!
Now that's better, yes, yes, yes, yes

Now there's no such thing as man and wife
Now-a-day
We're just called partners
So you can knock yourself a slave

So you can help me some
Yes, I want you to help me some
I don't care what I do
Babe, you've got to help me some

Well, I rolled and I tumbled
Cried the whole night long
Well, I rolled and I tumbled
Cried the whole night long
When I woke up this morning
Didn't know right or wrong

Well, if the river was a whiskey
And I was a diving duck
If the river was a whiskey
And I was a diving duck
Well, I would dive to the bottom
I'd swear, I'd never come up

Well, I coulda had religion
In this bad old Sunday
I coulda had religion
In this bad old Sunday
But whiskey and bad love
Wouldn't let me have my way

I rolled and I tumbled
And I rolled and I tumbled
I rolled and I tumbled

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