Well, I was born on a Sunday, on Thursday I had me a job
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I was born on a Sunday, by Thursday I was workin' out on the job
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I ain't never had no day off, since I learned right from wrong
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Said I was bad, I did something to her head
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Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head
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And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, I gotta earn my own way
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I ain't never been in trouble, I ain't got the time
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I don't mess around with magic, child, what I got is mine
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Whatever you say, lord, well that's what I'm gonna do
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Whatever you say, well that's what I'm gonna do
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'Cause I'm the working man, lord and I do the job for you
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I ain't never been in trouble, I ain't got the time
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I don't mess around with magic, child, what I got is mine
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Every Friday, well that's when I get paid
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Don't take me on Friday, lord, 'cause that's when I get paid
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Let me die on Saturday night, ooh, before Sunday gets my head
Suzie Q
<Dale Hawkins>
Oh Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q
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Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you
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Suzie Q
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
Say that you'll be true, say that you'll be true
Say that you'll be true and never leave me blue
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Say that you'll be mine, say that you'll be mine
Say that you'll be mine, baby, all the time
Suzie Q
Ninety-Nine And A Half (Won't Do)
<Wilson Pickett>
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I got to have all your love, night and day
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Not just a little part, but all of your heart
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Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
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Oh, no, no, just won't get it
Don't be led in the wrong direction
To start this thing off right, a man need a little love and affection
Yes he do, now
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
Oh, no, no, just won't get it, all right
We got to bring it all down, start gettin' it right
We got to stop this messin' around, and keep the thing up tight
Yes we do, now
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do
Oh, no, no, just won't get it, all right
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Got to have a hundred
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Got to have a hundred
Get Down Woman
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Well, get down woman, before I have to go
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Well, get down woman, before I have to go
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You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth
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An' I just don't wanna know
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Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time
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Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time
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If you want me hanging 'round
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Gotta give me some peace of mind
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Well, get back, woman, before you bring it down
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Well, now, get back, baby, before you bring it down
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Or you can tell it to the wall
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Without me hanging around
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Porterville
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It's been an awful long time since I been home
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But you won't catch me going back down there alone
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Things they said when I was young, are quite enough to get me hung
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I don't care! I don't care!
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They came and took my Dad away to serve some time
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But it was me that paid the debt he left behind
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Folks said I was full of sin, because I was the next of kin
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I don't care! I don't care!
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Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
I don't care! I don't care!
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Folks were out one night to put me up a fence
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And you can guess that I've been running ever since
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Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, and I'll keep on, I tell myself
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I don't care! I don't care!
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I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
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Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, and I'll keep on, I tell myself
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I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
Gloomy
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Some people laugh in the dark
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Some people cry alone
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Some people talk without saying a thing
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And everything turns out gloomy
Some people count your money
Someone is counting your days
And somebody got to keep track of your mind
When everything turns out gloomy
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Brothers 'll make you look sideways
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Fathers 'll make you look back
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And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot