I'm a workin' man But I ain't worked for a while Like some old tin can From the bottom of the pile From the bottom of the pile I have lost my way But
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I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days She said, "Son, these are the
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Feels like the sun never shines on this poor man's yard And when the nighttime falls, you know it falls down hard If I had a hold on you, I know that
Come on in here Baby, baby, foxy lady I can see in your eyes You mean to drive me crazy Baby, baby, foxy lady Some men just can't eat chicken Without
Can you see, can you see, can you see? Oh, can't you see, you're not foolin' me? Well, it's all right, baby, it's all over now Thought I knew, thought
It begins to tell 'round midnight, 'round midnight I do pretty well till after sundown Supper time I'm feeling so sad But it really gets bad 'round midnight
Ever since you left Ever since you fallout I've been stuck in here Seeking some relief Thought I'd take a chance Thought I'd send a call out Not that
Once I was a villain I behaved just like a cad But like a shot of penicillin She cured me of all that She's the hand that won't surrender For a man that
(N. James, arr. by G. Johnson) It was nothing but the devil Changed my baby's mind Yes, nothing but the devil Changed my baby's mind I'd sooner be
Lord, I smoked 100 cigarettes Waiting on your call but it ain't come yet I'm waiting for your footsteps in my hall And I'm watching for this ash to fall
I check the mail and I watch my phone I used to wonder was my baby at home And I used to wonder what I might have done And I sought comfort in anyone
Somebody, somebody Somebody deliver me My head is all in a quandary, baby Because you happen to say That you're undecided, baby You got to wait on Judgment
Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are
Just when I'm thinking about Times when I cared My time was wasted but I can't find time If I thought that it would help, I would Keep on searching inside
(B. Arnold, arr. by G. Johnson) I said early in the morning, 'bout the break of day That's when my baby went away She said, "Cryin' and pleading will
Well, I walked, walked my baby Well, I walked her down to the train And I said, oh baby, please walk slow Well, I hate to see you go I walked my baby
