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Black Rat (Lawler)
04:12
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She's one black rat
Someday I'll find her trail
Yeah, she's one black rat
Someday I'll find her trail
And if I see her in my kitchen
I'll cut off her tail
I seen her in my kitchen
Eatin' all my bread
Soon as I ger home, oh boy
She's jumpin' in my bed
Yeah she's one black rat
Someday I'll find her trail
She's one black rat
Someday I'll find her trail
And if I see her in my kitchen
I'll cut off her tail
Seen her in my kitchen
Seen her in my front room
Don't know where she's gone oh boy
Hope I find her soon.
She's one black rat
Someday I'll find her trail
She's one black rat
Someday I'll find her trail
And if I see her in my kitchen
I'll cut off her tail
She got nipples on her titties
Big as your thumb
Spot between her legs, oh boy
Sure make a dead man come
(Rpt chorus)
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Blues in the bottle
Blues in the bottle
Stopper's in my
In my hand
Blues in the bottle
Stopper's in my hand
You know my outside woman
She got an outside man.
Me and my baby
Me and my baby
Well we had
A fallin' out
Me and my baby
We had a fallin' out.
I want you all you all to know
What that thing was about.
I like my whiskey
I like my whiskey
My baby likes to
Drink her gin
I like my whiskey
Baby likes to drink her gin
I guess that's when
My trouble had to begin
Blues in the bottle
Blues in the bottle
Stopper's in my
In my hand
Blues in the bottle
Stopper's in my hand
Well my outside woman
She got another man.
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Banty Rooster (Patton)
04:47
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Gonna buy me a banty
Put him my back door
Gonna buy me a banty
Put him in my back door
When he sees a stranger comin'
He'll flap his wings and crow
What you want with a rooster
He won't crow for days?
What you want with a rooster
He won't crow for days
What you want with a woman
Won't do nothin' you say
Gonna take my picture
Hang it on Jackson's wall
Gonna take my picture
Hang it on Jackson's wall
Anybody asks about it
Tell them that's all, that's all
I know my dog
When I hear him bark
I know my dog
When I hear him bark
And I can tell my rider
When I feel her in the dark.
Rpt 1st verse.
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Woods (Rigg/Scott)
03:04
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Worried Mind (McDowell)
05:06
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You make me weep
And you make me moan
When you say you're gonna leave my happy home
But some day, baby you ain't gonna worry my life anymore
When I had money
I had plenty friends
Now I ain't got no money,
Not even no friends.
But someday, baby,
You ain't gonna worry my life, baby no more
If the river was whiskey
I was a divin' duck
I'd swim to the bottom
Never come up
Bur some day, baby
Ain't gonna worry my life
Baby no more
If I had money
Like Henry Ford
I'd buy me a woman
On every road
But some day baby
You ain't gonna worry my life
Baby no more
(rpt verse one).
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First time I met you baby,
This is what you said you'd do
You would always love me
As long as I was true
Right from the very start,
This is what you did
You fooled around,
Something turned your head
You got me wrong
You got me wrong
You got me wrong this time, baby
But I won't be wrong always
Sure was fine and pretty
Now you're big and fat
The way you love me, baby
Like a bulldog loves a cat
Come home late at night
Hungry as a bear
My dinner's never ready
You are never there
You got me wrong
You got me wrong
You got me wrong this time, baby
But I won't be wrong always
Bought you a brand new car
I need a winter coat
Only time I saw you
It was time to pay the note
I gave you all my money
You spent all my dough
The time that I got broke
It was the time I had to go.
You got me wrong
(etc)
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Done told everybody in your neighbourhood
You done told everybody, yeah in your neighbourhood
I'm a dirty mistreater
Didn't do you no good.
Wouldn't hate it so bad but you stole my diamond ring
Wouldn't hate it so bad but you stole my diamond ring
Doesn't matter, baby
Don't mean a doggone thing.
Call out the sergeant, call out the chief of police
Yeah I'm going to the sergeant, call out that chief of police
Can't find find my woman
I won't get no peace
Look down that road as far as I could see
Look down that road as far as I could see
There's a gang of women
Chasin' after me.
Rpt 1st verse.
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8. |
Longing Blues (Lewis)
02:43
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Goin' way, baby cryin' won't make me stay
Yeah I'm goin', I'm goin
Cryin' won't make me stay
And if I'm here tomorrow
You know I've been here today
Well I'm sorry, sorry
Sorry to my heart
Well I'm sorry, baby
Sorry to my heart
We've been together
But now we've got to part
Well I know you don't love me
Like you used to do-do
I know you don't love me
Like you used to do
Well I know you don't love me like you used to do
Well that's alright lord,
'cos I don't love you
(rpt verse one).
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Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't down to New Orleans,
You know I love you so
Oh baby please don't go.
Well your man done gone
Well your man done gone
Well your man done gone
Down to the County farm
He's got the shackles on
Baby please don't go.
Now turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
Now turn your lamp down low
I'll have you all night long
Turn your lamp down low,
Baby please don't go
'fore I'd be your dog
'fore |I'd be your dog
'fore I'd be your dog,
I'd have you way down here
Just like a rollin' stone
Baby please don't go.
Begged you the night before
Begged you the night before
Begged you the night before
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
I'll eat your cold ice cream
Rpt verse 1.
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Trust My Baby (Miller)
03:56
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I got a right to trust my baby
She always look out for me
I got a right to trust my baby
She always looks out for me
But that sweet ooh-ooh
It just won't let me be
Every time my baby walks
I can feel the earth shakin'
All up underneath my feet
Every time my baby walks
I can feel earth shakin'
All underneath my feet
And that sweet mm-mmm
It feels so good, so good to me
I got a right to trust my baby
She always look out for me
I got a right to trust my baby
She always looks out for me
But that sweet oooh-ooo
It feels so good, so good to me.
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When you get home, baby write me a few short lines
When you get home, woman write me a few short lines
It'll be consolation for my worried mind.
Down to the river, get me my rockin' chair
Down to the river, get me my rockin' chair
Gonna watch those waves of water wash my troubles there.
When you get home, baby write me a few short lines
When you get home, woman, write me a few short lines
It'll be consolation to my worried mind.
(rpt).
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You got to move
You got to move
You got to move, you got to move
You dot to move
'cos when the lord says get ready
You got to move
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the lord says get ready
You got to move
See that woman
Out on the street
See that policeman
Out on his beat
Well when the lord says get ready
You got to move.
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So sad to be lonesome
Inconvenient to be alone
So sad to be lonesome
Too much inconvenience to be alone
It makes you feel so sad inside
Knowing your baby ain't coming nack home
Come home late at night
Walk the floor from door to door
Ring hour hands and cry
'cos you might not see you little girl anymore
Make you feel so sad inside
Knowing your baby maybe ain't coming back home
I don't receive no letters from my baby
I don't receive no letter from my baby
I don't receive no telegram
She don't call me long distance on the 'phone
Want to know exactly where I am
So sad to be lonesome
Too much inconvenience to be alone
So sad to be lonesome
Inconvenient to be alone
It make you feel so sad inside
Knowing your baby maybe ain't comin' back home.
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One of these you're gonna miss me honey,
Some of these days I am going away,
Some of these days ,gonna miss you honey
Know you're gonna miss me honey by my going away
Some of these days you're gonna be sorry
Some of these days I am going away
Some of these days gonna miss you honey,
Know you're gonna miss me honey by my going away
You will never know what I'm gonna do-when you going away,
yeah I'll be missin', not returnin', you'll be missin', by my going away You'll be missin' oh there honey, oh you gonna miss me honey, by my goin' away.
You will never know what I'm gonna do, when you goin away
yeah I'll be missin', not returnin' you'll be missin' by my goin' away.
You'll be missin' oh there honey, know you're gonna miss me honey by my goin' away.
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Bramly Scott and Dave Rigg Halifax, UK
Based in Calderdale, UK. Bramly Scott plays downhome, old school blues.
On this release, he is supported on harmonica and occasional vocals by his friend, Dave Rigg. To contact: bramlyscott@yahoo.co.uk
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