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I'm gonna be a wheel some day
I'm gonna be somebody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat
Then I won't want you
Ev'rything's gonna go my way
And I won't need nobody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat
Then I won't want you
You can cry-i-i-i-i
You gon' cry-ha-ha-hard
You be wonderin' why
I don't look at you
When I go strollin' by
I'm gonna be a wheel some day
I'm gonna be somebody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat
Then I won't want you
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2. |
Mean Woman Blues
02:12
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Well I got a woman mean as she can be
Well I got a woman mean as she can be
Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me
She gotta ruby lips, she got shapely hips, yeah
Yes, she makes ole boy flip
I got a woman mean as she can be
Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me
Well I ain't braggin', it's understood
Everything I do, well I sure do it good
Yeah I got a woman mean as she can be
Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me
Well!
She gotta ruby lips, she got shapely hips, yeah
Yes, she makes ole boy flip
I got a woman mean as she can be
Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me, easy now
Well I got a woman (sha la la la)
Yeah I got a woman (sha la la la)
Yeah I got a woman (sha la la la)
Well I got a woman (sha la la la)
Some-a-times I think she's almost mean as me
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Big River
02:36
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Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river).
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Big River, more than me.
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
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Summertime Blues
03:28
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Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss
I'm gonna raise a holler
About a working all summer
Just to try to earn a dollar
Well, time I called my baby
Try to get a date
My boss says, no dice son
You gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me, son
You gotta make some money
If you want to use the car
To go ridin' next Sunday
Well I didn't go to work
Told the boss I was sick
Well you can't use the car
Cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem
To the United Nations
Well I called my congressman
And he said, whoa
I'd like to help you son
But you're too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
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Mariachi Los Svensson Dresden, Germany
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