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written by Robert Johnson
Woke up this mornin'
I was feelin' around for my shoes
I knew I had them
Mean 'ol walkin' blues
But I woke up this mornin'
I was feeling around for my shoes
I know I had them
Mean ol' walkin' blues
Don't ever let her tell you
That the worried blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling
That I most ever had
Don't ever let 'em tell you
That the worried blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling
I most ever had
Well I'm leaving Jonesboro
If I have to ride the blind
I've been mistreated
And I don't mind dyin'
Well I'm leaving Jonesboro
If I have to ride the blind
I've been mistreated
And I don't mind dyin'
She's got an Elgin movement
From her head down to her toes
Breakin' on a dollar
Any where she goes
She got a Elgin movement
From her head down to her toes
She break in on a dollar
Any where she goes
Woke up this mornin'
I was feelin' around for my shoes
I knew I had them
Mean ol' walkin' blues
But I woke up this mornin'
I was feelin' around for my shoes
I knew I had them
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written by Robert Johnson
If your man gets personal
Go on and have your fun
If your man gets personal
Go on and have your fun
Well you barrelhouse, baby
Barrelhouse all night long
I got this woman in Vicksburg
People, she made out into Tennessee
I got this woman in Vicksburg
People, she made out into Tennessee
[My] Friars Point mama
Lordy, she hops all over me
Ain't gon' to state no color, but her
Front teeth crowned with gold
Ain't gon' to state no color, but her
Front teeth crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body
She got a lien on my soul
I'm going to Rosedale
I'm going to take my rider by my side
Well, I'm going to Rosedale
I'm going to take my rider by my side
We gonna barrelhouse, baby
[It was by] the riverside
You can squeeze my lemon 'till the
Juice run down my leg
(You know what I'm talking about baby )
You can squeeze my lemon 'till
Juice run down my leg
I'm going to Friars Point, baby
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written by Bill Sanders & Fred Ingrahm
I'm a crosscut saw
Come on drag me across your log
I'm a crosscut saw
Come and drag me across your log
Well I'll cut your wood so easy for you
You gonna say '"hot dog"
Some call me woodchoppin' Danny
Some call me woodcuttin' Sam
I'll cut your wood so good
You will ask me back again
Crosscut saw
Drag me across your log
I'll cut your wood so easy for you
You gonna have to say "hot dog"
Some call me woodchoppin' Sam
Some call me woodcuttin' Dan
I'll cut your wood so good
You know you'll want me back again
I'm a crosscut saw
Come on drag me across your log
Well I'll cut your wood so easy for you
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written by Robert Shad
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knock down loaded
And he sang this song to me
Well I'd pawn my silver pen
I would pawn my watch and chain
I would pawn my pretty Isabella
But the poor gal can't sign her name
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he sang this song to me
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he sang this song to me
Well six months ain't no sentence
And a year just ain't no time
We got boys down in Angola
Serving one to ninety-nine
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he wobbled all over the street
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
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written by Melvin London ,McKinley Morganfield ,Ellis McDaniels
When I was a little boy
About the age of five
My Mama told me
I'd be the greatest thing alive
Now I'm a man
Way past twenty-one
Come on with me honey
We'll have lots of fun
I said MMM, AAAA,child, NNN
That represent man
That indicate I'm grown
But when I say "waaaannnngggggg"
That mean mannish boy
I see that woman
Standin' in that light
I'll make love to ya baby
For three hours tight
What nother man?
And when I shoots
Won't never miss
Make love to your cousin
She can't resist
I said, "MMM, AAA, child, NNN
That indicate "Man"
When I say "waaannnnggg"
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
Hoochi Koochi man
Natural born lover's man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a rollin' stone
Well I'm going down To Kansas soon
Bring back my second cousin Little John the Conkeroo
I say "MMM, AAA, child, NNN"
That indicate I'm grown
I'm a man
Hoochi Koochi man
Natural born lover's man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a rollin' stone
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written by Willie Dixon
Tell Automatic Slim
Tell Razor-totin' Jim
Tell Butcher knife-totin' Annie
Tell Fast-talkin' Fannie
When the fish heads fill the air,
They'll be snuff juice everywhere
Down to the Union Hall
We're goin' to pitch and bawl
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
All night long
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
All night long
All night long, all night long
All night long, all night long
Tell Fast-talkin' Fred
Tell Abyssinian Red
Tell Snake and Box-Car Pete
Everybody's gonna meet
We gonna fuss and fight 'till midnight
We gonna jump and shout 'till daylight
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
All night long
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
All night long
All night long, all night long
All night long, all night long
Tell Automatic Slim
Tell Razor-totin' Jim
Tell Butcher knife-totin' Annie
Tell Fast-talkin' Fannie
When the fish heads fill the air,
They'll be snuff juice everywhere
We're goin' to pitch and bawl
Down to the Union Hall
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
All night long
We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle
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written by Terry Anderson
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long and a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Can't use my lips to kiss nobody
Kiss nobody but you
I can't use my legs to chase nobody
Chase nobody but you
You got me tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Can't use my arms to hold nobody
Hold nobody but you
Can't use my legs to chase nobody
Chase nobody but you
You got me tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Can't use my arms to hold nobody
Hold nobody but you
Can't use my heart to love nobody
Love nobody but you
You got me tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
Fifty foot long with a two-ton anchor
Tied down with battleship chain
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written by M. Jones, S. Jones, J. Jones, J. Thomas
Now, your grandma's, and my grandma's,
sittin' by the fire
My grandma told your grandma,
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now)
Iko-iko an dey (yeah)
Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
Now, your flag boy and my flag boy
Was sittin' by the fire
My flag boy told your flag boy
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now)
Iko-iko an dey (yeah)
Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
(Hey, hey now)
Now, look at my king,
All dressed in red
Iko-Iko an-dey
I betcha' five dollars,
He'll kill ya dead
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
Hey, now (hey now) Hey now, (hey now)
Iko-iko an dey (hey)
Chakko mo fino, ah-nah-ney
Chakko mo fi-nah-ney
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written by Woody Guthrie
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I keep hearin' his name
All over this land
We were hiding at the engine house
We were hiding quiet as a mouse
When a man came along
And he chased us out in the rain
Was that a vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I keep hearin' his name
All over this land
Why would a vigilante man
Why would a vililante man
Why with a sawed-off shotgun in his hand
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I keep hearin' his name
All over this land
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