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When you get home baby, write me a few of your lines
When you get home baby, write me a few of your lines
That'll be consolation, lord honey on my worried mind
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
I left my baby, standin' in the backdoor cryin’
I left my baby, standin' in the backdoor cryin’
I never felt so sorry, lord honey, till he said goodbye
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Kokomo me baby, Kokomo me right
Kokomo me baby, I'll be back tomorrow night
And I’m cryin’, hey hey, baby don't you wanna go?
Back to lemon light city, sweet home Kokomo
Kokomo me baby, Kokomo me right
Kokomo me baby, I'll be back tomorrow night
And I’m cryin’, hey hey, baby don't you wanna go?
Back to lemon light city, sweet home Kokomo
I’m goin’ down to the river, gonna sit down on the ground
I’m goin’ down to the river, gonna sit down on the ground
Gonna let the way of the water, lord honey wash my……... Troubles….. down
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Ain't gonna to marry, neither settle down
Ain't gonna to marry, neither settle down
I'm gettin’ on that big road, follow that lonesome sound
And I love you baby, tell the world I do
I love you baby, tell the world I do
I don't love nobody, in this whole world but you
Ooooo, don’t know what else to do
Ooooo, don’t know what else to do
So I’m lookin in my rear view
I’ve got those leavin’ town blues
I’m goin’ crazy, just can’t help myself
I’m goin’ crazy, just can’t help myself
The man I’m lovin’, he’s lovin’ someone else
I love you baby, but you don’t love me
I love you baby, but you don’t love me
That’s why this old road, is where I’d rather be
Ooooo, don’t know what else to do
Ooooo, don’t know what else to do
So I’m lookin in my rear view
I’ve got those leavin’ town blues
I’m lookin in my rear view mirror baby
I’ve got those lonesome, lonely, leavin’ town blues
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Well I, ain't goin’ down that, big road, by myself, by myself
Ain't goin’ down that, big road by myself
If I can’t carry you I’m gonna, carry someone else
What good is a bulldog, he won’t fuss or fight, fuss or fight?
What good’s a bulldog, he won’t fuss or fight?
And what good is a man, can’t make his woman feel alright
Tell me baby, where’d you stay last?
Where’d you stay last, stay last night?
Tell me baby, where did you stay last night?
Your clothes don’t fit you, I know you ain’t been doin’ right
If you don’t love me, why don’t you tell me so
Come on and tell me so
You don’t love me baby, why don’t you tell me so
It ain’t like I’m a woman, ain’t got no place to go
Well the, sun’s gonna shine in, my back door some
My back door some, door someday
Sun’s gonna shine in, my back door some day
That big wind is gonna come up and, blow my blues away
A big wind is gonna come up and, blow.. my... blues, away….
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Frankie was a good girl, everybody knows
Paid $100 for every suit of Albert's clothes
He was her man, and he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the corner saloon, paid for a bottle of beer
Asked the good bartender, has my Albert man been here?
He has been here, but he's gone again
Cannot tell you no story, I cannot tell no lie
Albert was here 'bout an hour ago, with a girl named Alice Frye
He is your man, but he's doin' you wrong
Frankie looked through the keyhole of the door, saw to her surprise
There was her Albert man in the arms of Alice Frye
He was her man, but he's doin' her wrong
Frankie she called Albert, Albert said I don't hear
Lord if you don't come to the woman you love gonna haul you outta here
Your’re my man, but you’re doin’ me wrong
Frankie she shot Albert, shot him 2 or 3 times
Cryin’ “Stand back, from the smoke of my gun, gotta see if old Albert’s dyin’”
He was my man, but he done me wrong
Call out your rubber tired hearses, call out your rubber tired hacks
They're takin' old Albert to the graveyard, they ain't never gonna bring him back
He was her man, but he done her wrong
Well the judge and Frankie walked out on the stand, walked out side by side
The judge said to Frankie, you know you gonna be justified
For killin’ your man, though he done you wrong
Last time I saw Frankie she was sittin’ in the electric chair
Cryin’ lord o' mercy look what I done, sweat pourin’ down from her hair
I killed my man, ’cause he done me wrong
I killed my man, ’cause he done me wrong
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Gonna tell you bout a dance, that’s goin round
Everybody’s doin it, from the grownups down
You don’t move your head, you don’t move your hands
You don’t move your lips, just shake your hips
Do the hip shake baby, do the hip shake baby
Shake your hips baby, shake, your hips baby
You know it’s easy, I said it’s easy...
Don’t be afraid, what you don’t know
Just listen to me, do what I say
You don’t move your head, you don’t move your hands
You don’t move your lips, just shake your hips
Do the hip shake, baby, do the hip shake, baby
Shake yo’ hips, baby, shake your hips baby
Do the hip shake, baby, do the hip shake, baby
Shake yo’ hips, baby, shake your hips baby
Baby baby baby babe, I said it’s easy, it’s easy
You know it’s eeeee-aaasy
I said it’s ee-e-e-e-ee-easy
Well, I met a little girl, in a country town
She said, “What’d ya know, that’s, Slim Harpo”
She didn’t move her head, she didn’t move her hands
She didn’t move her lips, she shake her hips
Do the hip shake, baby, do the hip shake, baby
Shake yo’ hips, baby, shake your hips baby
Do the hip shake, baby, do the hip shake, baby
Shake yo’ hips, baby, shake your hips baby
Baby baby baby babe, I said it’s easy, it’s easy
You know it’s eeeee-aaasy, I said it’s ee-e-e-e-ee-easy
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Casey Jones was a noble engineer
Told his fireman, not to fear
All I want is in this world is my coal
Look out the window, see my drive wheels roll
Casey said, before I die
Two more trains, I'd like to ride
People all wondered, what could they be
The Southern Colorado, and the Sante Fe
Casey said, before I die
Two more drinks, I'd like to try
People all wondered, what could they be
A hot cup of coffee, and a cup of tea
Casey said, before I die
Gonna fix up this old train, so the bums can’t ride
If they ride, let ‘em ride on the rod
Let ‘em put their faith, in the hands of God
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Every night I lay a broom across my door
I don’t even know what we’re fightin’ for
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
Well I got so many problems happen in a row
Seems like you been talkin to Marie Laveau
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
Listen babe I don’t like having you around
I heard you went and turned my picture upside down
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
Hoodoo man, you know your looks could kill
But I’m a voodoo queen, know how to pepper my sill
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues (voodoo blues)
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
I got the voodoo blues, what else can I do?
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The judge he pleaded, the judge he pleaded
The clerk he wrote it, the clerk he wrote it down
The judge he pleaded, the clerk he wrote it down
Well you know by that I'm, penitentiary bound
Some got six months, some got six months
Some got a solid, some got a solid year
Some got six months, some got a solid year
Me and my buddy, we’ve got lifetime here
I wrote a letter, I wrote a letter
Mailed it in the, I mailed it in the air
I wrote a letter, mailed it in the air
Well you know by that I, got a friend somewhere
Stop and listen, stop and listen
See what, see what tomorrow brings
Stop and listen, see what tomorrow brings
Might bring sunshine, might bring showers of rain
I said it might bring sunshine, might bring showers of rain
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Guilty
02:24
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Yes, baby, I’ve been drinkin’
I know I shouldn’t come by no more
But I found myself in trouble
And I had nowhere else to go
Got some whiskey, from the bar
Got some cocaine, from a friend
I’ve got to keep on believin’
That you will be back in your arms again
Cause I’m guilty, honey I’m guilty
And I’ll be guilty, for the rest, of my life
How come I never do, what I'm supposed to do
Nothin’ I try to do ever turns out right
You know how it is, with me baby
You know I just can’t, stand myself
It takes a whole lot of medicine
For me to pretend that I’m somebody else
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Gimme that somethin’ special, coming out from inside, oh sugar
I’ll be your vessel, my eyes open wide, oh honey
No rest, let’s get the best out of you
No jest I guess, it’s what we’re desitined to do, oh sugar
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, tha tha tha tha tha tha that that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, now let’s get carried away
Gimme that somethin’ special, lay it down on the line, oh sugar
I’m dressed to wrestle, fool the back of your mind, oh honey
Gimme what god gave you, ‘fore it, gets away
You gotta gimme that somethin’ special, everyday, oh sugar
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, tha tha tha tha tha tha that that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, now let’s get carried away, now
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, tha tha tha tha tha tha that that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, now let’s get carried away, now
You gotta gimme that somethin’ special, everyday, now
Come on gimme that somethin’ special, every day now
Why don’t ya gimme that somethin’ special every day, now
Gimme that somethin’ special, every day now
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, tha tha tha tha tha tha that that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, now let’s get carried away, now
Come on gimme that somethin’ special, every day now
You gotta gimme that somethin’ special, every day
Come on gimme that somethin’ special, every day now
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Erin Harpe Boston
“Today’s country blues at its very best”
-Living Blues
“Acoustic blues mastery that is
seldom found these days”
-Bluestown Music
“Bonnie Raitt on modern performance enhancing drugs!”
-Midwest Record
Award-winning guitarist/singer/songwriter Erin Harpe goes back to her roots in country blues for her new album MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE (2020 VizzTone/Juicy Juju), with Jim Countryman on ukelele bass.
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