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Yes, I'm ready, so come on, Luckie.
Well, there's an avenue of Devil who believe in stone.
You can meet the captain at the dead-end zone.
What Devil doesn't know is that Devil can't stay, doesn't know he's seen his day.
Oh, Luckie's taking over and his clover shows.
Devil can't get out of hand cause Luckie's taking over and what Luckie says goes.
Dig them potatoes if you've never dug your girl before, poor little Devil,
He's a backseat man to Luckie forever more.
Yes, I'm ready, so come on, Luckie, Luckie inside of me, inside of my mind, inside of my mind.
Don't go falling for Naughty. Don't go falling for Naughty, he's a dragon with his double bite.
Sure can do his shortchanging out of sight.
An artist of a sort but a little bit short of luck, this lucky night.
Oh, Luckie's taking over and his clover shows.
Devil can't get out of hand cause Luckie's taking over and what Luckie says goes.
Dig them potatoes if you've never dug your girl before, poor little Naughty,
He's a backseat man to Luckie forever, a backseat man to Luckie forever more, hey, hey, hey.
It's a real good day to go get Luckie, go get Luckie.
I'm gonna go get Luckie, I'm gonna go get Luckie.
I'm gonna go get, I'm gonna go get, you gotta go, get on down and get away.
You gotta go, get on down and get away. You gotta go, get on down and get away.
You gotta go, get on down and get away from you, hey hey, from you, yes,
Yes, I'm ready, yes, I'm ready, ready for Luckie.
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Silver was the color, winter was a snowbell.
Mother of the wind boys, living off the lovewell with Lu.
And everybody's calling Luie, Luie Luie, you got a thing about you.
Keep the light going for Luie and Luie keeps on pushing through.
Amber was the color, summer was a flame ride,
Cooking up the noon roads, walking on God's good side,
I was walking on God's good side, God's good side with Lu.
And everybody's calling Luie, Luie Luie, you got a thing about you.
Keep the light going for Luie and Luie keeps on pushing through.
Keeps on pushing through, through, he keeps on pushing.
I will always be fair, be there for Lu, forever and ever more,
everybody, everybody, everybody yeah.
And everybody's calling Luie, calling Luie, everybody's calling Luie calling
my man, my man Luie, calling Luie, my man Luie…
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Let's go down by the grapevine, drink my Daddy's wine, get happy.
Down by the grapevine, drink my daddy's wine, get happy, happy.
Oh, sweet blindness, a little magic, a little kindness. Oh, sweet blindness, all over me.
Four leaves on a clover, I'm just a bit of a shade hung over.
Come on baby, do a slow float you're a good looking riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed blindness good to me?
Down by the grapevine, drink my Daddy's wine, good morning.
Down by the grapevine, drink my Daddy's wine, good morning, morning.
Oh, sweet blindness, a little magic, a little kindness. Oh, sweet blindness, all over me.
Please don't tell my mother, I'm a saloon and a moonshine lover.
Come on baby, do a slow float you're a good looking riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed blindness good to me?
Don't ask me cause I ain't gonna tell you what I've been drinking,
ain't gonna tell you what I've been drinking, ain't gonna tell you what I've been drinking,
wine of wonder, wonder, (by the way).
Oh, sweet blindness, a little magic, a little kindness. Oh, sweet blindness, all over me.
Don't let daddy hear it, he don't believe in the gin mill spirit.
Don't let daddy hear it, he don't believe in the gin mill spirit.
Come on baby, do a slow float you're a good looking riverboat
and ain't that sweet eyed blindness good to me?
Now, ain't that sweet eyed blindness good to me?
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last call for the poverty train
last call for the poverty train
it looks good and dirty on shiny light strip
and if you don't get beat you got yourself a trip
You can see the walls roar see your brains on the floor
become God become cripple become funky and split
why was i born
i saw the devil and he's smiling at me
i heard my bones cry devil why's it got to be
devil played with my brother devil drove my mother
now the tears in the gutter are floodin the sea
why was i born
oh baby it looks good and dirty them shiny lights glow
a million night tramps tricks and tracks will come and go
you're starvin today but who care anyway baby it feels like i'm dying
now i swear there's something better than gettin off on sweet cocaine
it feels so good it feels so good
getting off the poverty train
morning
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No one hurries home to lonely women
No one hurries home to lonely women
A gal could die without her man
and no one knows it better than
lonely women
No one knows the blues like lonely women do
No one knows the blues like lonely women, yeah
Blues that make the walls rush in
walls that tell you where you've been
and you've been to the hollow
lonely women yeah
let me die early morning
whoa bitter tears whoa bitter tears
uptight downpour
don't got no children to be grandmother for, be grandmother for
she don't believe no more
she don't believe no one hurries home to call you baby
everybody knows, everybody knows, everybody knows
but no one, no one knows
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Eli's comin'
Eli's comin' (Eli's a-comin')
Well, you better hide your heart
Your loving heart
Eli's a-comin' and the cards say
Broken heart, a broken heart
Eli's comin', hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', hide your heart, girl
Girl, Eli's a-comin', better hide
Girl, Eli's a-comin', you better hide (You better hide your heart)
Girl, Eli's a-comin', you better hide (Your heart)
Girl, Eli's comin', hide your heart
You better, better hide your heart
Eli's comin', better walk
Walk, but you'll never get away
No, you'll never get away from the burning a-heartache
I walked to Apollo by the bay
Everywhere I go, whoa
Eli's a-comin' (She walked, but she never got away)
Eli's a-comin' (She walked, but she never got away)
Eli's a-comin', and he's comin' to get me, Mama (She walked, but, she walked, but)
I'm down on my knees (She walked, but she never got away)
Eli's comin' (Hide it)
Girl, Eli's a-comin', better hide
Girl, Eli's a-comin', you better hide (You better hide your heart)
Girl, Eli's a-comin', you better hide (Your heart)
Eli's comin', hide your heart
You better, better hide your heart
Eli's comin', better walk
Right, but he's never gonna hear
No, he's never gonna hear, and he ain't gonna follow
Down at the corners of the square
And everywhere I go, whoa
Eli's a-comin' (She walked, but she never got away)
Eli's a-comin' (She walked, but she never got away)
Eli's a-comin', and he's comin' to get me, Mama (She walked, but, she walked, but)
I'm down on my knees (She walked, but she never got away)
I'm down on my knees (She walked, better hide your heart, girl)
Oh, no, no, no
Hide it, whoa, hide it
Hide it, hide it
Hide it, whoa, hide it
Hide it
Eli's comin'
Eli's a-comin' (Eli's a-comin')
Better hide
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide your heart, girl
Eli's comin', better hide
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Uptown, going down, old life line, walking down faster, walking with the master of time.
My lady woke up, she broke down, she got up, she let go,
Take me Timer, shake me Timer, let it blow, let it blow.
My darling friends, oh, I belong to Timer, he changed my face.
You're a fine one Timer, you've got me walking through the gates of space.
I keep remembering indoors that I used to walk through,
baby, I'm not trying to talk you down.
But I could walk through them doors onto a pleasure ground.
It was sweet and funny, a pleasure ground.
Didn't know about money, did not know about Timer, did not know about Timer.
Holding to my cradle at the start but now my hand is open
and now my hand is ready for my heart.
So let the wind blow Timer, I like her song.
And if the song goes minor, I won't mind.
And Timer knows the lady's gonna love again.
Time says the lady rambles never more.
If you love me true, I'll spend my life with you and Timer.
You're a jigsaw Timer, God is a jigsaw souling with, souling.
You're a jigsaw Timer, God is a jigsaw souling with, souling with Timer, Timer…
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Can you surry, can you picnic, whoa?
Can you surry, can you picnic?
Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)
There'll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
Stoned soul, stoned soul, whoa
Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)
Rain and sun come in again
And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning
And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning
Stoned soul, stoned soul
Surry on, soul
Surry, surry, surry, surry
There'll be trains of blossoms (There'll be trains of blossoms)
There'll be trains of music (There'll be music)
There'll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust
Come along and surry on, sweet trains of thought, surry on down
Can you surry, can you surry? (Can you surry?)
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)
There'll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine (Red yellow honey)
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, moonshine
Stoned soul, yeah
Surry on, soul
Surry, surry, surry, surry
Surry, surry, surry, surry
Surry, surry, surry, surry
Surry, surry, surry, surry
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Oo la, la, la, oo la, la, la, la.
Emily and her love to be, carved in a heart on a berry tree.
But it's only a little farewell love spell, time to design a woman.
Touch me, oh wake me, Emily you ornament the earth for me.
Emily, you're the natural snow, the unstudied sea, you're a cameo.
And I swear you were born a weavers lover, born for the loom's desire.
Move me, oh sway me. Emily, the ornament, the earth for me.
Emmie, your Momma's been calling you.
Who stole Mama's heart and cuddled in her garden?
Darling Emmie, la, la, la, oo la, la la.
You're my friend and I loved you, Emily, Emily, Emily, Emily.
She got the way to move me, Emmie. She got the way to move me, yeah.
She got the way to move me, Emmie. She got the way to move me, get up and move me...
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My lover's mouth
Been so good to me
My lover's mouth
Been so good to me
It promised joy for a jailhouse
And a broken key
Woah, God, I got a job
On the chamber's walls of heartache
Woah, God, it's hard
On the chamber's walls of heartache
Baby don't love me
Shuffle
'Cause another one do,
Another one do
My man's run off
Leave me motherless
My man's run off
Leave me motherless
That man, he ran
Just like a break in a dam
Woah, God, I got a job
On the chamber's walls of heartache
Woah, God, it's hard
On the chamber's walls of heartache
Baby don't love me
Shuffle
'Cause another one do
Another one too
Three, four five seven
Oh, you'll never get to heaven
Don't talk wonder
'Cause God broke thunder above
You were lookin' to hurt
And I was hurtin' to love
My my my my my
My my, well,
If it isn't everlovin' you
My my, well,
If it isn't everlovin' you
Go live as long as an elephant
Go live as long as an elephant
But there won't be
More lovin' woman than me
Woah, got to get gone
Better ride from the hill on my heartache
Woah, got to get gone
Better ride from the hill on heartache
Baby don't love me
Shuffle 'cause another one...
My baby don't love me?
Hitchike
And damn be done
Damn be done (x7)
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Farmer Joe, I'm the meanest woman you know, woman you know, she said,
Farmer Joe, I'm the meanest woman you know, woman you know.
I let you slide about an hour ago, now.
Farmer boy, get your gun, run, run, run. Farmer boy, get your gun, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Farmer boy, get your gun, run, run, run.
Farmer boy, get your gun and run, run, run like a son of a gun from love.
Running from the mindreader, run baby, run.
Got a date with the town shoe maker you know, baby you know,
she said, I can't wait for your cornfields to grow, baby to grow.
Whoa, baby, whoa baby, give my bags and let the good wind blow.
Give my bags and let the good wind blow. Give my bags and let the good wind blow.
I've got to see about a man I know.
Fire, flames of gold rush my mind. Fire, flames of gold rush my mind.
Sock it to the railroad, baby. Baby, there's a train whistle coming.
Baby, there's a train whistle coming.
Once it was alright, alright, baby. Once it was alright, alright, baby.
Once it was alright, alright, no…
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Kisses from you in the flames of December's boudoir,
They fill me like melons,
Touch me with chivalry;
Truly I know, truly I know who you are,
December will bear our affair,
Running on streets of delight and Decemberry ice,
They'll see me; I'm ageless,
Loving you timelessly,
Love-colored soul, love-colored soul kissing spice,
Yes, my love, I take my coffee in the morning,
And all your love,
A spoonful or so make us grow,
Mama was clever, my mama was clever,
And my daddy loved her forever;
Forever!
Kisses from you I'll remember,
Kisses from you in the flames of December,
Kisses from you, true they are,
Kisses from you in the flames of December's boudoir;
Oh, mainstream marzipan sweet,
Baking out in December heat.
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Super summer sugar coppin'
In the mornin'
Do your shoppin' baby
Love my lovething
You may disappear
But you'll be back I swear
Would you love to love me baby?
I would love to love you baby now
Would you love to love me baby?
I would love to love you baby now
Super summer sugar croppin'
In the mornin'
Do you shoppin' baby
Love my lovething
Super ride inside my lovething
You may leave the fair
But you'll be back I swear
Would you love to love me baby?
I would love to love you baby now
Would you love to love me baby?
I would love to love you baby now
I keep hearin' mother cryin'
I keep hearin' daddy through his grave
"Little girl, of all the daughters
You were born a woman
Not a slave"
Oh I hate my winsome lover
Tell him I've had others
At my breast
But tell him he held my heart
And only now am I a virgin
I confess
Love my love thing
Love is surely gospel
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