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(1927) richard jones
Trouble in mind, I'm blueBut I won't be blue always,'cause the sun's gonna shineIn my backdoor some day.
I'm all alone at midnightAnd my lamp is burnin' lowAin't never had so muchTrouble in my life before.
Trouble in mind, that's trueI have almost lost my mind,Life ain't worth livin,Sometimes I feel like dyin'.
Goin' down to the river
Gonna take my ol' rockin' chairAnd if the blues don't leave meI'll rock away from there.
You been a hard-hearted mamaGreat god! you been unkindGonna be a cold, cold papaCause you to lose your mind.
I'm gonna lay my head downOn some lonesome railroad lineAnd let the two nineteenPacify my mind.
Well it's trouble, oh troubleTrouble on my worried mind,When you see me laughin'I'm laughin' just to keep from cryin'.
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Raditional
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourineGot my tambourine get your thing babyWhat's wrong with you what is it you wantCan't forget my tambourine boy want a minuteThis is a folk tune nad it's called little liza janeWe get some rhythm started here and see what happens
I got a beau you ain't got none little liza jeanI got a beau you ain't got none little liza jeanI got a beau you ain't got none little liza jeanI got a beau you ain't got none little liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Come my love and live with meI will take good care of thee little liza jeanCome my love and live with meI will take good care of thee little liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Hambone hammer where you've beenDown by the river making ginI know a man that's three feet tallDrink his liquor and has a ballSaw him just the other dayHe had a horse and a ball of hay
Little lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle liza jean little liza jeanLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle liza jean little liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
He took me to his great big townLots of people standing aroundThey were listening to a great big bandThe bestest music in the landI tell you once and tell you twiceEnjoy yourself and live your life
Little lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle liza jean little liza jeanLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle lisa jane jane little lizaLittle liza jean little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jeanOh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
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Cole Porter
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While that breeze on night sings a lullaby
You'd be all my heart could desire
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon shining above
You'd be so nice you'd be paradise
To come home to and love
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Traditional
In the evening by the moonlight
When my mother had finished working
We used to sit around the fire place
Till the cornbread it was done
And then we all would eat our supper
After that we'd clean the kitchen
It's the only time they ever gave us to spare
To have a little fun
Then my daddy used to take his fiddle down
That hung upon the wall
While the silvery moon was shining clear and bright
How the folks would enjoy it
They would sit all night and listen
As we used to sing in the evening by the moonlight
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear banjos ringing
You could hear them by the moonlight
You could hear my folks all singing
How my mother she would enjoy it
She would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening by the moolight oh yeah
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear folks all singing
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear my folks all singing
How my mother she would enjoy it
She would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening by the moolight oh yeah
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear banjos ringing
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear my folks all singing
How my mother she would enjoy it
She would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening by the moolight oh yeah
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