You got me run, hide, hide, run anywhere you want me
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Let it roll... yeah, yeah, yeah... let it roll
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You got me doing what you want, babe
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Baby, what you want me to do?
Going up, going down
Going up, down, down, up, anyway you want me
let it roll... yeah, yeah, yeah... let it roll
You got me doing what you want me
Baby, what you want me to do?
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You got me peeping, got me hiding
You got me peep, hide, hide, peep, anywhere you want me
let it roll.. yeah, yeah, yeah... let it roll
You got me doing what you want me, now
Baby, what you want to do?
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Born Under A Bad Sign [Albert King]
Original in C#
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Born under a bad sign
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I've been down since I began to crawl
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If it wasn't for bad luck
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I wouldn't have no luck at all
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Bad luck and trouble's been my only friend
I've been down ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
I can't read, never learned how to write
My whole life is one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
Solo
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know, wine and women is all I crave
A big-legged woman's gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
Bright Lights, Big City [Jimmy Reed]
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Bright lights, big city, gone to my baby's head
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Oh, bright lights, big city, gone to my baby's head
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I'd tried to tell the woman, but she don't believe a word I said
All right pretty baby, gonna need my help someday
Oh, it's all right, pretty baby, gonna need my help some day
You're gonna wish you had a-listened to some of those things I said
Harmonica over verse chords
Go ahead pretty baby, honey knock yourself out
Oh, go ahead pretty baby, honey knock yourself out
I still love you baby, Cause you don't know what it's all about
Bright lights, big city, Went to my baby's head
Oh, bright lights, big city, Went to my baby's head
I hope you remember, some of those things I said
Hey, baby, come here quick this ...... gonna make me sick
Yonder comes my baby all dressed in white
Hey baby won't you stay all night
Cocaine all around my brain
Yonder comes my baby all dressed in blue
Hey baby what you gonna do
Cocaine all around my brain
Yonder comes my baby all dressed in red
Hey baby, cocaine's gonna kill your dad
Cocaine all around my brain
Yonder comes my baby all dressed in black
Hey baby, don't you want me back?
Cocaine all around your brain
Hey baby come here quick
This old cocaine is making me sick
Cocaine all around my brain
Cocaine's for horses, its not for men
They say it'll kill you but they don't say when
Cocaine all around my brain
Well he got a mean look right in his eye
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
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Well, he been on the job too long
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
Well along come Brady with his shiny star
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
Yes, he been on the job too long
Well it's Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
Well a-breaking in here when my game's going on
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor
Yes, you been on the job too long
Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said
"An' I believe to my soul ol' King Brady's dead"
Yes, he been on the job too long
Well a-high tailed carriages a-standing around
Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
Well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back
Yes, he been on the job too long
Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
Well they go back home and re-rag in red
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
He been on the job too long
Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
Well breaking in here while my game's going on
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
And now you're lying deaden on the barroom floor
Yes, you been on the job too long
Can I get you now, Lord, must I hesitate?
Well, the eagle on the dollar says "in God we trust"
You say you want a man, I wanna see that dollar first, tell me...
If the river was whiskey, and I was a duck
You know I'd swim to the bottom, Lord, an' never come up, tell me...
Rocks in the ocean, baby, fish in the sea
Knows you mean the world to me, tell me...
Well, the hesitatin' stockings got them hesitatin' shoes
Lord, I got them Hesitatin' Blues, tell me...
How long do I have to wait?
Can I get you now, Lord, must I hesitate
Said, can I get you now, how long must I hesitate?
Can I let you know? Why must I hesitate?
Ain't no use in me working so hard
I got me two good women working in the rich folks' yard
I ain't your good man, ain't your good man's son
But I can get in the place of your good man 'til your good man comes
Well, I ain't no miller, ain't no miller's son
But I can grind a little corn 'til the miller comes
I ain't no wine presser, ain't no wine presser's son
But I can buy you a little groceries 'til the grocery man comes
I ain't no cradle rocker, ain't no cradle rocker's son
But I can do a little rockin' for you 'til the rocker man comes
Well, I ain't no doctor, ain't no doctor's son
But I can cure a few cases 'til the doctor comes
Eagle on the dollar say, "In God We Trust"
Woman flashy, wants a man but I declare she want a dollar first
I ain't no bookkeeper, ain't no bookkeeper's son
But I can keep a few books 'til the bookkeeper comes
I ain't no milkman, ain't no milkman's son
But I can keep you supplied 'til your milkman comes
I ain't no chauffeur, ain't no chauffeur's son
But I can do a little driving 'til your chauffeur comes
Well, I ain't no backbreaker, ain't no backbreaker's son
But I can stretch out my back 'til your backbreaker comes
I ain't got no woman and I ain't got no kid
Ain't got no daughter to be bothered with
I ain't no rent payer, ain't no rent payer's son
But I can scrape up a few rents 'til the rent payer comes
Well, I ain't been to heaven but I've been told
St. Peter learnt the angels how to do the Jelly Roll
Me and my buddy and two or three more
We get good women everywhere we go
Well, I hitched up the mule and the mule wouldn't pull
Took the hunches off the mule and put the hunches on the bull
Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
I'd be a fool if I quit the woman I got because it ain't no use
I got hesitating stockings, hesitating shoes
I got a hesitating woman singing me the hesitating blues
My good gal quit me, I ain't going to wear no black
I always got something to make her come running back
Men in the country hollering, "Whoa, haw, gee!"
Women in the city flying around asking the question, "Who wants me?"
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Just show me a woman that a man can trust
You know, my mother told me when I was just six years old
I'm going to be a good women getter God bless your soul
Leavin' Town Blues [Ishman Bracey]
Now, tell you, mama, now, I'm sure gonna leave this town
Now, tell you, mama, now, I'm sure gonna leave this town
'Cause I been in trouble ever since I sot my suitcase down
Now you don't believe I'm leavin', just watch the train I'm on
Now you don't believe I'm leavin', just watch the train I'm on
Now you don't believe I'm looking, just count the days I'm gone
Now, I ain't gonna be your, your teasin' brown no more
Mama, and I ain't gonna be your, your teasin' brown no more
Sugar, the way you do me, you make my blood run cold
Now, 'fore I stay here, mama, and be treated this-a-way
Mama, 'fore I stay here, now, and be treated this-a-way
Now I let some freight train steal me every day
Mmm, Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
Mmm, Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
Now the woman I'm lovin', she treat me like some mangy dog
Now, look ye yonder, sugar, where the risin' sun done gone
Mmm, look y yonder, sugar, where the risin' sun done gone
I'd be way over here mama, a long ways from my home
Now, tell you, mama, now, I'm sure gonna leave this town
Now, tell you, mama, now, I'm sure gonna leave this town
'Cause I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down
Now you don't believe I'm leavin', just watch the train I'm on
Now you don't believe I'm leavin', just watch the train I'm on
Now you don't believe I'm lookin', just count the days I'm gone
Now I got... these already trained
Now I got two ponies, and these already trained
All you have to do is tighten up on the reins
And I love my sugar now, I tell the world I do
And I love my sugar now, I tell the world I do
And I believe sometime that you're gonna love me too
Mmm, Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
Mmm, Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
Now the woman I'm lovin', she treat me like a mangy dog
Now, 'fore I stay here, mama, and be treated this-a-way
Mama, 'fore I stay here, now, and be treated this-a-way
Now I let some freight train steal me every day
Mmmm, look ye yonder, sugar, where the evenin' sun done gone
Mmmm, look ye yonder, sugar, where the evenin' sun done gone
I'd be way over here mama, a long ways from my home
Whoa, smokestack lightnin'
Shinin' just like gold
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
A-woo-hoo, a-woo-hoo, whoo
Whoa-oh, tell me, baby
What's the matter here?
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, whoo
Whoa-oh, tell me, baby
Where did you stay last night?
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, whoo
Whoa-oh, stop your train
Let a poor boy ride
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, whoo
Whoa-oh, fare-you-well
Never see a you no more
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, whoo
Whoa-oh, who been here baby since
I, I been gone a little bitty boy?
Girl, be on
A-woo-hoo, woo-hoo, whoo
Lord, that weepin' willow and that mournin' dove
That weepin' willow and that mournin' dove
I got a gal up the country, Lord, you know I sure do love
Now, if you see my woman, tell her I says hurry home
You see my woman, tell her I says hurry home
I ain't had no lovin' since my gal been gone
Where it ain't no love, ain't no gettin' along
Where it ain't no love, mama, ain't no gettin' along
My gal treat me so mean and dirty, sometime I don't know right from wrong
Lord, I lied down last night, tried to take my rest
I lied down last night, tried to take my rest
(spoken: What happened, boy?)
You know, my mind got to ramblin' just like wild geese in the west
Gonna buy me a bulldog, watch you whilst I sleep
Gonna buy me a bulldog, watch you whilst I sleep
Just to keep these men from makin' this early mornin' creep
Now, if you see my woman, tell her I says hurry home
You see my woman, tell her I says hurry home
I ain't had no lovin' since my gal been gone
You gonna want my love, baby, some lonesome day, yeah
You gonna want my love, mama, some old lonesome day
Then it be too late, I'll be gone too far away
De-dah doh
He went to the hop-house the other night
Wherein the lights were shining bright
Called out to the boy to bring him some hop
Started into smoking like he'd never stop
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...
After he had smoked about a dozen pills
He said, "This ought to cure all my aches and ills"
He turned on the sign and he went to sleep
Dreamed he was a sailor on the ocean deep
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...
They played draw poker as they left the land
He won a million dollars on the very first hand
He played and he played until the crew went broke
Then he turned around and had another smoke
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...
He came to the island of Siam
He rubbed his eyes and said, "I wonder where I am?"
He played crap with the king, he won a million more
Had to leave the island 'cause the king got sore
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...
He went to Monte Carlo where he played roulette
He couldn't lose a penny 'cause they won every bet
He played and he played until the bank went broke
Then he turned around and had another smoke
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...
Then he thought he'd better be a-sailing for home
He chartered a ship and sailed away alone
The ship hit a rock, he hit the floor
The dope gave out and the dream was o'er
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...
That was the story about Willie the Weeper
Willie the Weeper was a yen-pox eater
Some day a pill too many he'll take
And dreaming that he's dead he will forget to wake
De-dah de-dah de-dah ...