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I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by
But I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, oh Lord
And then I jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I had me a woman who couldn't be true
She made me for my money and she made me blue
A man needs a woman that he can lean on
But my leanin' post is done left and gone
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I'm gonna find me a river, one that's cold as ice
And when I find me that river, Lord I'm gonna pay the price, oh Lord
I'm goin' down in it three times, but Lord I'm only comin' up twice
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
She told me on Sunday she was checkin' me out
Long about Monday she was nowhere about
And here it is Tuesday, ain't had no news
I got them gone but not forgotten blues
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
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(Your cheatin' heart will tell on you)
Your cheatin' heart will make you weep you'll cry and cry and try to sleep
But sleep won't come the whole night through your cheatin' heart will tell on you
When tears come down like falling rain you'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do your cheatin' heart will tell on you
When tears come down like falling rain you'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do your cheatin' heart will tell on you
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Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry.
Did you ever see a robin weep,
When leaves began to die?
That means he's lost the will to live,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
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Well all you want to do is sit around and pout
And now I've got enough so I'm gettin' out
I'm leavin' now I'm leavin' now I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I've been in the doghouse for so doggone long
That when I get a kiss I think that somethin's wrong
I'm leavin' now I'm leavin' now I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I'll go find a gal that wants to treat me right
You go and get yourself a man that wants a fight
I'm leavin' now I'm leavin' now I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
You start your jaws a waggin' and they never stop
You never shut your mouth until I blow my top
I'm leavin' now I'm leavin' now I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I remember back when you were nice and sweet
Now things have changed you'd rather fight than eat
I'm leavin' now I'm leavin' now I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I'm gonna do some ridin' on the midnight train
I'm taking evrything except my ball and chain
Well I'm leavin' now I'm leavin' now I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow
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I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my every dream.
Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart
Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are spoke that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart
You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life,to try it just ain't smart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart
There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart
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Hey, hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
Hey, sweet baby,
Don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe?
I got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill.
There's soda pop and the dancin's free,
So if you wanna have fun come along with me.
Hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
I'm free and ready,
So we can go steady.
How's about savin' all your time for me?
No more lookin',
I know I've been tooken [sic].
How's about keepin' steady company?
I'm gonna throw my date-book over the fence
And find me one for five or ten cents.
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page.
Hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
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(What can I do you win again)
The news is out all over town
That you've been seen out runnin' around
I know that I should leave but then
I just can't go, you win again
This heart of mine could never see
What everybody knew but me
Just trusting you was my great sin
What can I do? You win again
I'm sorry for your victim now
'Cause soon his head like mine will bow
He'll give his heart but all in vain
And someday say you win again
You have no heart, you got no shame
You take true love and give the blame
I guess that I should not complain
I love you still you won again
I love you still you won again
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When my baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wasn't nothin' I could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Lord what am I comin' to
I just keep Moanin'
Moa-oanin' the blues. ...
I wrote a nice, long letter
Sayin' mama please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some
And all I do is moan ...
I been lovin' that gal for so doggone long
I can't afford to lose her now
I thought I was right but I must of been wrong
'Cause my head is startin' to bow
And now I'm Moanin'
Moa-oanin' The Blues.
If you want a good gal to stay around
You gotta treat her nice and kind
If you do her wrong she'll leave this tonw
And you'll almost lose your mlind
Then you'll moanin'; Moa-oanin' The Blues.
Aw! baby, baby, baby
Honey baby, please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some and all I do is moan
I promise you baby that I'll be good
And I'll never be bad no more
I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now
To walk through that front door
Then I'll stop moanin'; Moa-oanin' The Blues.
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CAPO: 2nd Fret/KEY: E/PLAY: D
Today I passed you on the street
And my heart fell at your feet
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You
Somebody else stood by your side
And he looked so satis-fied
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You. ...
A picture from the past came slowly stealing
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you ...
Then suddenly I got that old time feeling
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You.
It's hard to know another's lips will kiss you
And hold you just the way I used to do
Oh, heaven only knows how much I miss you
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You.
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I'll pretend I'm free from sor- row
Make believe that wrong is right
Your wedding day will be to-morrow
But There'll Be No Teardrops To-night.
Why, oh why - should you de-sert me
Are you doin' this for spite
If you only want to hurt me
Then There'll Be No Teardrops To-night.
I'll believe that you still love me
When you wear your veil of white
But you think that you're above me
So There'll Be No Teardrops Tonight.
Shame, oh shame - for what you're doin'
Other arms will hold you tight
You don't care whose life you ruin
But There'll Be No Teardrops Tonight.
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Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou
CHORUS:
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a file gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Instrumental Verse (Country Fiddle solo)
Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
REPEAT CHORUS
Instrumental Verse (Country Fiddle solo)
FINAL CHORUS:
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
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Tonight down here in the valley I'm lonesome and oh how I feel
As I sit here alone in my cabin I can see your mansion on the hill
Do you recall when we parted the story to me you revealed
You said you could live without love dear in your loveless mansion on the hill
I've waited all through the years love to give you a heart true and real
Cause I know you're living in sorrow in your loveless mansion on the hill
The light shines bright from your window the trees stand so silent and still
I know you're alone with your pride dear in your loveless mansion on the hill
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