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1972 |
1. | 23 Hours Too Long |
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6. | Little Red Rooster (Rehearsal) |
7. | Little Red Rooster |
8. | Highway 49 |
9. | Wang-Dang-Doodle |
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11. | Jeff's Blues |
12. | I See A Man Downstairs |
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I want you to meet me
Out on the water coast
I want you to meet me darlin'
Out on the water coast
I want to find out which one you love the most
I want your love
And I sent you a telegram
Baby, I want your love
And I sent you a telegram
And I call you long distance so you know just wild I am
Meet me, meet me, meet me on the water coast
Meet me, meet me, meet me on the water coast
I'm gonna find out this mornin' which one of us you love the most
Meet me, meet me baby, on the water coast
I want you to meet me, meet me, meet me down on the water coast
I'm gonna find out in the mornin' which one you love the most
I'm gonna find out in the mornin' which one that you love the most
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(Eddie Boyd)
Well, have you ever been mistreated?
D'you know what I'm talking about?
Well, have you ever been mistreated?
D'you know what I'm talking about?
I worked five long years for one girl,
She had the nerve to put me out.
Got a job in a steel mill,
Shucking steel like a slave.
Five days and every Friday, I work and bring home my pay.
If you've ever been mistreated,
D'you know what I'm talking about?
Well, I worked five long years for one girl,
She had the nerve to put me out.
I finally learned my lesson, should a long time ago.
The next little girl that I marry,
She work and bring me some gold.
If you've ever been mistreated,
D'you know what I'm talking about?
Well, I worked five long years for one girl,
She had the nerve to put me out.
I finally learned my lesson, should a long time ago.
The next little girl that I marry,
She work and bring me some gold.
If you've ever been mistreated,
D'you know what I'm talking about?
Well, I worked five long years for one girl,
She had the nerve,
She had the nerve,
She had the nerve,
She had the nerve to put me out.
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(Calvin Carter)
I got a Maserati G.T.
With snakeskin upholstery.
I got a charge account at Goldblatt's,
But I ain't got you.
I got a closet full of clothes,
But no matter where it goes,
It keeps a ring in the nose,
But I ain't got you.
I got a tavern and a liquor store.
I play the numbers, yeah, four forty-four.
I got a mojo, yeah, don't you know,
I'm all dressed up with no place to go.
I got women to the right of me.
I got women to the left of me.
I got women all around me,
But I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.
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(Fourth Verse)
No I ain't got you.
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(H. G. Demarais)
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?
If you let me I can tease you baby.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Won't you let me take you to the hop, hop,
Have a party at the soda shop,
So we can do the twist, do the stroll
To the music of the rock 'n' roll.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
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Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa that I love you.
Tell your sisters and your brother that I love you.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
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Little Red Rooster (Rehearsal) |
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(
Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Kept a lot of folks alive.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
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All you pretty women,
Stand in line,
I can make love to you baby,
In an hour's time.
Now i'm a man
I spell M-A-N...man.
The line I shoot,
Will never miss,
Make love to you baby,
You can't resist.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
Goin back down,
To Kansas to,
Bring back a little girl,
Just like you.
Now I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
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Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
You know baby,
We can have a lot of fun.
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.
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