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Nina Simone
Nina Simone


Background information
Birth name Eunice Kathleen Waymon
Born February 21, 1933
Born place Tryon, North Carolina, United States
Died April 21, 2003
Death place Carry-le-Rouet, Bouches-du-Rhône, France
Genre(s) Jazz
Blues
Soul
R&B
Folk
Gospel
Years active 1954—2003
Label(s) RCA Records
Legacy Recordings
Website Website



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Nina Simone Album


Pastel Blues (1965)
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Andy Stroud

Be my husband man I be your wife
Be my husband man I be your wife
Be my husband man I be your wife
Loving all of you the rest of your life yeah

If you promise me you'll be my man
If you promise me you'll be my man
If you promise me you'll be my man
I will love you the best I can yeah

Stick the promise man you made me
Stick the promise man that you made me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Stick the promise man you made me
That you stay away from Rosalie yeah

Oh daddy love me good
Oh daddy now love me good
Oh daddy love me good
Oh daddy now love me good

If you want me to cook and sew
If you want me to cook and sew
If you want me to cook and sew yeah
Outside of you there is no place to go

Please don't treat me so doggone mean
Please don't treat me so doggone mean
Please don't treat me so now doggone mean yeah
You're the meanest man I ever see

Oh daddy now love me good
Oh daddy love me good yeah
Oh daddy love me good yeah
Oh daddy now love me good

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Lyrics transcripted by Roger Nupie

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(Jimmie Cox)

Well once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money, I didn't care
Takin' my friends out for a mighty good time
Buyin' boot leg liquor, champagne and wine
Then I began to fall so low
Couldn't find me no friends
Had no place to go
If I ever get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna hold on to it, till the eagle grins

I said nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, you ain't got one penny
And your friends, you didn't have any
Just as soon as you get up on your feet again
Here they all come, they say that they're your long-lost friend
Oh lord without a doubt
Nobody wants you
Nobody needs you
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out

I say

Nobody wants you
Nobody needs you
Nobody wants you when you're down and out

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This is the end of the line
I've clearly read ever sign
The way you glance at me
Indifferently
And take your hand from mine

This is the end of the line
How can I ever be fine
How helpless I've become
I feel like some discarded valentine

Remember in the biginning
Your winning ways excited me
And all the while I was certain
That we two found a love that comes just to a few

We've reached the end of the line
I hope your dreams turn out fine
I'm awfully tired
And so I guess I'll go
Although it's only nine

But this is the end of the line
The end of the line

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(1927) richard jones
Trouble in mind, I'm blueBut I won't be blue always,'cause the sun's gonna shineIn my backdoor some day.
I'm all alone at midnightAnd my lamp is burnin' lowAin't never had so muchTrouble in my life before.
Trouble in mind, that's trueI have almost lost my mind,Life ain't worth livin,Sometimes I feel like dyin'.
Goin' down to the river

Gonna take my ol' rockin' chairAnd if the blues don't leave meI'll rock away from there.
You been a hard-hearted mamaGreat god! you been unkindGonna be a cold, cold papaCause you to lose your mind.
I'm gonna lay my head downOn some lonesome railroad lineAnd let the two nineteenPacify my mind.
Well it's trouble, oh troubleTrouble on my worried mind,When you see me laughin'I'm laughin' just to keep from cryin'.

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Tell me more and then some
Daddy you know what I wanna hear
I want some more and then some of that
I love you only dear

I want some more and then some
Oh how you feel
And then when you done told me
About a million times
How much you love me
And you're through
Start right back again

I've made the same mistake
I know the awful ache
Of a little heart that's been double crossed
The waiting's been so long so long
It's hard to be believing
I thought I'd missed my guess
I thought happiness for me was lost

I want more some more
Some more and then some
You know how I love that stuff
Whisper from now on till Doomsday
But I never
No I never no I never
Will get enough

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H. Krasnow, B. Lovelock

Going where the willows weep no more, darlin' baby,
Going where the willows weep no more,
Chilly winds don't blow along my shore, oh baby,
Where the chilly winds, the chilly winds don't blow.

Going where my father waits for me, oh baby,
Going where my father waits for me,
Going there 'cause there I'd rather be, oh baby,
Where the chilly winds, the chilly winds don't blow.

Yes there will be red roses round my door, darlin' baby,
There will be red roses round my door,
Going where they'll welcome me for sure, oh baby
Where the chilly wind, the chilly wind don't blow.
Chilly winds, chilly winds, the chilly winds don't blow.

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Rudy Stevenson

Ain't no use baby
I'm leaving the scene
Ain't no use baby
You're too doggone mean

Yes I'm tired of paying dues
Having the blues
Hitting bad news
Ain't no use baby

Ain't no use baby
I'm leaving town
Ain't no use daddy
I'm putting you down

I'm gonna change my name
Things won't be the same
Cos I'm tired of palying your game
Ain't no use baby I tell you ain't no use

I tried all these years Lord knows I've tried
Yes and I cried deep down inside
But daddy why complain
It's all over and you're to blame yeah yeah

Ain't no use baby
Shed them tears
Ain't no use baby
I cried for years for too many years

You done had your fun

Ain't no use
Ain't no use
Ain't no use daddy
Ain't no use

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Southern trees
barin' strange fruit,
blood on the leaves,
and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees,
pastoral scene,
of the gallant south,
in big bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth,
scent of magnolia,
clean and fresh,
then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh,

Here is a fruit, for the crows to pluck,
for the rain to gather,
for the wind to suck,
for the s-u-u-u-n to rot,
for the leeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaves to drop,
here is a strange and bitter crop.

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Nina Simone---Sinnerman
(Traditional)

Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to all on that day?

Run to the moon, "Moon won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun won't you hide me all on that day?"

Lord says, "Sinner man, the moon'll be a bleeding."
Lord says, "Sinner man, the sea'll be a sinking."
Lord says, "Sinner man, the sun'll be a freezin' all on that day!"

Run to the Lord, "Lord won't you hide me?"
Run to the Lord, "Lord won't you hide me?"
Run, run, "Lord won't you hide me all on that day?"

Lord says "Sinner man, you should've been a praying."
Lord says "Sinner man, you should've been a praying."
Lord says "Sinner man, you should've been a praying all on that day."

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