Baby Come On Home

There was a time, I used to call you on my very own
We were so happy woman, Talkin' for hours and hours on the telephone

Then one day, I set you up to walk right outta my life
Leavin' me all by myself, All alone, to cry every night

(Babe...) oooh, I want you to come back home yeah (come on home)
(oooh yeah) Sweet little girl (ooh yeah, been gone so long)
been away so long

Now listen to me: I said I made up my mind
Woman when you left me there, oh
I was gonna find another sweet lover
Who's gonna feel all of my... cares

So I met a sweet little girl, Just about as nice as she could be, oh
I fell in love with that woman, But she turned around, and did the same thing again to me...

(Babe...) Baby, please come home (come on home) hoome yeah...
I know, (ya been gone too long) been away so long
(Babe...) I want you to please come home, oh (come on hooome...)

So I made up my mind, I gonna crawl right back to you woman
I'm gonna plead and plead and plead, yeah, 'Till you're here by my side
I can't even walk down the same old streets we used to walk down
'Cause I keep thinkin about all the good times
Keep thinkin' about it, I wanna make you mine

Babe, babe, babe, please (come on home, yeah) (come on home)
(You've been gone too long)
 
 

Hey Hey What Can I Do

Wanna tell you 'bout the girl I love
My she looks so fine
She's the only one that I been dreamin' of
Maybe someday she will be all mine
I wanna tell her that I love her so
I thrill with her every touch
I need to tell her she's the only one I really love

I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, she won't be true, no
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman and she won't be true

Sunday morning when we go down to church
See the menfolk standin' in line
I said they come to pray to the Lord
With my little girl, looks so fine
In the evening when the sun is sinkin' low
Everybody's with the one they love
I walk the town
Keep a-searchin' all around:
Lookin' for my street corner girl

I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, she won't be true, no no
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman and she won't be true

In the bars, with the men who play guitars
Singin', drinkin' and rememberin' the times
My little lover does a midnight shift
She followed around all the time
I guess there's just one thing a-left for me to do
Gonna pack my bags and move on my way
Cause I got a worried mind
Sharin' what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play

I got a woman, she won't be true, no no
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I got a little woman and she won't be true

(hey hey what can I do)

I said she won't be true

(Hey Hey, What can I say?)

Hey hey, what can I do
I got a woman, she won't be true
Lo-o-ord, hear what I say
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
 
 

Travelling Riverside Blues

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid
She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid"

Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark
I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark

Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side
Still barrelhouse, If it's on the riverside, yeah
I know my baby, Lord, I said, "is really sloppy drunk"
I know my mama, Lord, a brownskin, but she ain't no plum

See my baby, tell her, Tell her hurry home
Had no lovin', since my baby been gone
See my baby, Tell hurry on home
I ain't had, Lord, my right mind, Since my rider's been gone

Hey, she promises, She's my rider
I wanna tell you, She's my rider
I know you're mine, She's my rider
She ain't but sixteen, But she's my rider

I'm goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by side
Anybody argue with me man, I'll keep them satisfied
Well, see my baby, tell her, Tell her the shape I'm in
Ain't had no lovin', Lord, since you know when

Spoken: Why don't you come into my kitchen

She's a kindhearted lady. She studies evil all the time
She's a kindhearted woman. She studies evil all the time

Squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard, I'll fall right out of bed
Squeeze my lemon, 'til the juice runs down my leg

Spoken: I wonder if you know what I'm talkin' about

Oh, but the way that you squeeze it girl
I swear I'm gonna fall right out of bed

She's a good rider
She's my kindhearted lady
I'm gonna take my rider by my side
I said her front teeth are lined with gold
She's gotta mortgage on my body, got a lien on my soul
She's my brownskin sugar plum...

White Summer/Black Mountain Side

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Moby Dick / Bonzo's Montreaux

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