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1966 |
1. | The Path That Leads To Trouble |
2. | Good Times |
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4. | I'm Gonna Lose My Mind |
5. | She's Yours |
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7. | Born In Grenada |
8. | You Can't Take Your Love (Away From Me) |
9. | Growin' Up |
10. | Do You Believe |
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The Path That Leads To Trouble |
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So you think you've got troubles,
The more you try the worse you get
So you think the world don't like you
Well, brother, you ain't heard nothin yet
My car sounds like an old tin can
My wife ran off with another man
I sprained a muscle in my fishin hand
And my income tax is due
I lost my money in a poker game
I think my left leg is goin lame
My brother asked me to change my name
And I guess thats what i'll do
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So you think you've got troubles,
The more you try the worse you get
So you think the world don't like you
Well, brother, you ain't heard nothin yet
My doctor told me not to smoke
Drink nothin stronger than a coke
Shouldn't even listen to a dirty joke
'Cause i'll laugh and strain my heart
I've had every ailment known to man
From african mumps to dishpan hands
I lost every race that I ever ran
I never even got to start
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So you think you've got troubles,
The more you try the worse you get
So you think the world don't like you
Well, brother, you ain't heard nothin yet
Now some people call me a pessimist
They say I oughta make the best of this
Well maybe I am a pessimist
Thats something I wouldn't know,
But something I do know, I'll tell you right now
I'm milkin the wrong end of this old cow
There's too many wrinkles in this boy's brow
And this stuff has got to go.
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So you think you've got troubles,
The more you try the worse you get
So you think the world don't like you
Well, brother, you ain't heard nothin yet
Gonna put a bar in the back of my car and drive myself to drink.
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Some people say man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the store-boss said the "Well-a bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't git ya, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
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You Can't Take Your Love (Away From Me) |
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