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I'm just your fool can't help myself
I love you baby and no one else
I ain't crazy you are my baby
I'm just your fool
I'm just your fool I must confess
To still love you baby and take your mess
I ain't lying no use in jivin'
I'm just your fool
You must be tryin' to drive me crazy
Treat me the way you do
I asked you please have mercy baby
Let me be happy too
If you're gonna leave me for someone new
Gonna buy me a shotgun and shoot it at you
I ain't lyin'... no use in jivin'
I'm just your fool
I'm just your fool can't help myself
I love you baby and no one else
I ain't crazy you are my baby
I'm just your fool
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Shattered dreams of days gone by
Makes me want to sit right down and cry
All the plans I had and what it turned to
Just shattered dreams
Yesterday was long ago
When I first met you, you were my dream
All in vain, and it only brought me pain
Yes, and shattered dreams
Your goodbye shattered it all
For early this morning, blues brought me a call
Now all I had is gone, and all that's left
Is my shattered dreams
Shattered dreams
Shattered dreams, baby
Shattered dreams
Shattered dreams
Shattered dreams
Shattered dreams
My shattered dreams
My shattered dreams
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Hey Pedro, where we goin'?
(I don't know)
Turn on that flashlight
I...I think I'm kissin' your sister
Early in the mornin', and I can't get it right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now it's early in the mornin'
Ooh, in the mornin'
Early in the mornin', and I ain't got nothin' but the blues
Went to all the places that we used to go
Went to his house, but he don't live there no more
Early in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Ooh, in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Early in the mornin', and I ain't got nothin' but the blues
Went to his best friend's house, but he was out
Knocked on his mother's door, and she began to shout
'Scat, alley cat' in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Ooh, in the mornin'
Yeah, it's early in the mornin', and I ain't got nothin' but the blues
Went to Doogy Chase to get somethin' to eat
The waitress looked at me and said, 'Ma, you look beat.'
Now it's early in the mornin' (Early in the mornin', baby)
Ooh, in the mornin'
Yeah, it's early in the mornin', and I ain't got nothin' but the blues
Oh, I had a lot of money when I started out
Couldn't find my baby and now my money's run out
Now it's early in the mornin'
Early in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Ooh, in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Early in the mornin', and I ain't got nothin' but the blues
Early in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Early in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Early in the mornin' (Early in the mornin')
Yeah, early in the mornin'
Hey! Pedro, wait up! (Alright
Watch out.
What you doin'? (I don't know)
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In the dark, it's just you and I
There's not a sound and there's not one sigh
Just the beat of my poor heart
In the dark
Now, in the dark I get such a thrill
Well, well, when he places his fingertips upon my lips
And he begs me, "Please be still
In the dark"
But soon this dance will be ending
And you're gonna, you're gonna be missed
Gee, but I'm not pretending
'Cause I swear it's fun, it's fun to be kissed
In the dark, in the dark
Now we will find
Oh, what the rest, what the rest have left behind
Just let them dance 'cause we're gonna find romance
In the dark
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Been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Our love is nothin' but the blues
Baby how blue can you get
My love is like a fire
Your love is like a cigaret
My love is like a fire
But baby yours is like a cigaret
I watch you step down on it baby and crush it
Tell me how, tell me how, how blue can you get
You're evil when I'm with you
And you're jealous when we're apart
Yes you're evil when I'm with you baby
Lord have mercy, you're jealous when we're apart
How blue can you get
Hey that's a writing in my heart
I gave you a brand new Ford
And you just said I want a Cadillac
I bought you a ten dollar dinner
You said Thanks for the snack
I let you live in my penthouse
You said it was just a shack
I gave you seven children
And now you wanna give 'em back
I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Our love is nothin' but the blues
Baby how blue can you get
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I've been down so long
You know, down don't bother me
I've been down so long
You know, down don't bother me
Gonna take all my troubles
And cast 'em in the deep, blue sea
I work hard every day
I come straight home at night
And no matter how hard I try
Y'know you never wanna treat me right
I've been down so long
You know, down don't bother me
I'm gonna take all my troubles
And cast 'em in the deep, blue sea
I bought you a nice coat for Christmas
And a diamond ring
And now you've got the nerve to tell me
My love don't mean a thing
I've been down so long
'Til down don't bother me
I'm gonna cast all my worries
And take 'em to the deep, blue sea
I work hard every day
I come straight home at night
And no matter how I try, I try
You never wanna treat me right
I've been down so long
You know, down don't bother me
I'm gonna cast all my worries
And take 'em to the deep, blue sea
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Don't cry no more
Wipe away your tears
Don't cry no more, baby
Wipe away your tears
And I know, I know
That your love is real
Don't cry, don't cry
I'm begging you
Don't cry no more, baby
I'm begging you
Every tear you she'd
Tells me that your love is true
You cried me a river
You cried me a sea
Now I believe without a doubt
That you really, really
Really love me
You cried me a river
You cried me a sea
Now I believe without a doubt
That you really, really
Really love me
Don't cry no more
Wipe away your tears
Don't cry no more, baby
Wipe away your tears
Now I know, I know
That your love is real
I don't want you to cry
I don't want you to cry
It's summertime
And the living is easy
I don't want you to cry
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Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
Well, I woke up this mornin', didn't know right from wrong
Well, I told my baby, before I left that town
Well, I told my baby, before I left that town
Well, don't you let nobody, tear my barrelhouse down
Well, ahh, mmm-hmmm, owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh
Aaa, mmm-hmmm, oww, oh oh oh owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh
Well, if the river was whiskey, and I was a divin' duck
Well, if the river was whiskey, and I was a divin' duck
Well, I would dive to the bottom, never would I come up
Well, I could a had a religion, this bad old thing instead
Well, I could a had a religion, this bad old thing instead
Well, all whiskey and women, would not let me pray
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When you went away I cried
Cried for so long
And I wanted you to stay
Ah but that was all wrong
The pain you left behind
Has become part of me
And it's burned out a hole
Where my love used to be
But it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take your place
Well you know I love you
But that wasn't enough
We both fell apart
When things got too tough
And I've learned how to give now
But what good
But what good would that do
No one can touch me
The way you used to do
And it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take your place
Well I know your opinion
Of me is not good
Please try to understand
That I'd change
Well I'd change if I could
And this coldness inside me
Well it's starting to build
And a woman can't be a woman
Unless she's fulfilled
But it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take your place
There's no one can
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You may high five me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is layin' for you
'Cause there's a debt you've got to pay
I don't care how rich you are
I don't care what you're worth
When it all comes down
You've got to go back to Mother Earth
You may own half a city
Diamonds and pearls
You may buy an airplane, baby,
And fly all over this world
I don't care how great you are
I don't care what you're worth
When it all comes up
You've got to go back to Mother Earth
You may play the racehorses
You may own a racetrack
You may have enough money, baby,
To buy anything you like
I don't care how great you are
I don't care what you're worth
When it all goes up
You've got to go back to Mother Earth
You may play the racehorses
You may own your own track
You may have enough money
To buy anything you like
I don't care how great you are
No, I don't care what you're worth
When it all comes up
You've got to go back to Mother Earth
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I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, have mercy now,
Save poor Bob if you please
Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got the crossroad blues this mornin',
Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down
I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west
Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well,
Babe, in my distress
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Well, you hear about all these women
Raising about their funky, funky, funky, funky men
They've got some trifling husbands
Lord knows, they've got a lot of no good friends
All these fretting women sitting around the house
All day long and they are wondering
When their loving papas are ever coming home
Wild women never worry, wild women never, never, they never worry
I got a sweet disposition, gonna wear my very own
I ain't never gonna spend not one lonely night at home all alone
I can go out , drink all the courvoisier I can find
Walk the streets all night alone
And I can tell any man to go to Hell if that man don't know how to act right
Wild women, we don't never worry, wild women never, never get the blues
Well, you fellas ain't ever gonna get nothing
If you keep acting like an Angel, child
Give it up tonight's a real, real good night
Y'all gotta learn how to get to together well
'Cuz I'll tell you one more thing, Francine never tells a lie
Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly
Wild women never worry, wild women don't get the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah
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