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(by Sleepy John Estes)
Change in the weather, change in the sea,
Come back baby, you'll find a change in me.
Everybody, they ought to change sometime,
Because sooner or later we have to go down in that lonesome ground.
I changed suits, I changed shirts,
I changed, baby, just to get shed of the dirt.
Everybody, we ought to change sometime,
Because sooner or later we're going down in that lonesome ground.
I changed honey, I changed money,
I changed, people, just to keep from being funny.
Everybody, they ought to change sometime,
Because sooner or later we're going down in that lonesome ground.
Change in the ocean, change in the sea,
Come back baby, you'll find a change in me.
Everybody, we ought to change sometime,
Because sooner or later we're going down in that lonesome ground.
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by Eric Clapton
I took my baby to see a show.
She was telling me she didn't want to go.
I said, "Come on girl, what's the matter with you?"
But I could tell by the smell that she'd had a few.
I said hold on girl don't get too tight,
You started early and we've got all night.
You've got to take it easy, take it slow.
We don't want the whole world to know
About the shape you're in.
Well, my little girl really loves that wine.
Wine will do it to her most everytime.
If it's red or it's white or it's in between,
She can drink more wine than I've ever seen.
Chorus
Now I'm not trying to get heavy with you.
I'll mind my own business if you want me to.
But I love you girl, I don't love no one else.
I'm just telling you baby 'cause I've been there myself.
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by Eric Clapton
It ain't no big deal, we're all lucky to be alive,
I myself don't believe in luck, or taking chances, I will survive.
Every move I make, every twist every turn,
You scandalize and humble me, I may be slow but I will learn.
'Cause I ain't going down anymore.
'Cause I ain't going down anymore.
'Cause I ain't going down anymore.
'Cause I ain't going down anymore.
If I had my way, I would probably just sit and stare.
Watch the T. V. or read a book, I'd have no reason to be aware,
But I ain't got time, I just could not live that way.
I've got to step outside myself, I've still got something left to say.
Chorus
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Channelled in my groove, part of another space and time.
Please allow me to introduce another good friend of mine.
Some call him fear, some call him righteousness.
I myself ain't clear, and you can't force me to make a guess.
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by Troy Seals, Eddie Setser and Steve Diamond
I've got a feeling we could be serious, girl;
Right at this moment, I could promise you the world.
Before we go crazy, before we explode,
There's something 'bout me, baby, you got to know, you got to know.
I get off on 57 Chevys;
I get off on screaming guitar.
Like the way it hits me every time it hits me.
I've got a rock and roll, I've got a rock and roll heart.
Feels like we're falling into the arms of the night,
So if you're not ready, don't be holdin' me so tight.
I guess there's nothing left for me to explain;
Here's what you're gettin' and I don't want to change, I don't want to change.
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I don't need to glitter, no Hollywood,
All you got to do is lay it down and you lay it down good.
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by Eric Clapton
You say you do when you don't -- you say you will when you won't.
You make me laugh make me cry -- you make me live make me die.
You put me in put me out -- you make me scream make me shout.
You pick me up put me down -- you make me king make me clown.
I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard.
I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard.
You can turn on the light in the middle of the night.
You can put me to rest, what you do is the best.
You can turn me away and get me back the next day.
You can fill up my heart or you can tear it apart.
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You got me so excited you put my heart on overload.
You got my soul ignited -- I'm getting ready to explode.
There ain't no early warning for what I'm going through.
I got the fever in the morning because my heart is set on you.
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by Eric Clapton
Pretty girl you are the light of my life, I mean my everything
You're the one I chose to make my wife, that's why you wear my ring.
And when I'm feeling down and out, you're the one who will bail me out
My love will always guide me home, pretty girl.
Pretty girl don't ever say goodbye, don't ever let me be,
If you do you know that I will die, you mean that much to me.
And when I'm feeling low and blue you always know just what to do.
My love will always guide me home, pretty girl.
Pretty girl, hear what I have to say, it's something you should know,
You brought me sunshine on my darkest day, that's why I love you so.
And when my wandering day is through, I'll always hurry back home to you.
My love will always guide me home, pretty girl.
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by Eric Clapton
You're always in my hair, you keep me feeling fine.
I celebrate every time I realize you're really mine
'Cause I'm a man in love, yes I'm a man in love.
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know
That I'm a man in love.
I used to be so sad, like a dog without a bone
And then you gave me something baby I had never known.
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I love to see you walk up and down the street,
You look so pretty baby from your head down to your feet.
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Well, the minutes seem like hours, and the hours seem like days
And the days they seem like years everytime you go away.
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by R. G. Ford
I'm a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I'm a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I cut your wood so easy for you,
You can't help but say, "Hot Dog!"
Some call me Woodcutting Sam,
Some call me Woodcutting Jim.
The last girl I cut wood for,
She wants me back again.
I'm a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I cut your wood so easy for you,
You can't help but say, "Hot Dog!"
I got a double-bladed axe
That really cuts good.
Well, I'm a crosscut saw,
Gonna bury me in your wood.
I'm a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I cut your wood so easy for you,
You can't help but say, "Hot Dog!"
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by Eric Clapton
Well, if you're looking for a winner, then you know you've got to go with me.
I've got more ashes than Wednesday and you know I can brew my tea.
I'm fixing to teach you everything I know,
I'll take you with me baby everywhere I go.
If I can catch you for a minute I know you'll take a chance with me.
So slow down, slow down Linda.
Don't you think that you could save a little time with me?
So slow down, slow down Linda.
Don't you know that I've been waiting for your company?
I've seen you speeding down the highway when you ought to dig the scenery.
And you can wolf down your dinner in the time it takes to drink my tea.
You're always rushing 'round everywhere you go,
You leave me eating dirt on the side of the road.
I can't keep running much longer you always go too fast for me.
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I think that you're getting too old to be running around,
I think that it's time you thought about settling down,
So slow down, slow down Linda,
Don't you know that I've been waiting for your company.
You're always rushing 'round everywhere you go,
You leave me eating dirt on the side of the road.
I can't keep running much longer, you always go too fast for me.
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by J. Otis
Way down in a country town one day
A little ole' country band began to play.
They had two guitars and a beat-up saxophone;
When the leader said go them cats began to blow.
Ooh wee oh oh, ooh la la
Let's rock and roll.
Now all the poeple gathered 'round
Just to dig that rockin' rollin' sound.
Suddenly the drummer rang a bell
And all them country cats began to yell.
Ooh wee oh oh, ooh la la
Let's rock and roll.
Ole' MacDonald did a crazy bop
Said it's time to milk my cow, I got to stop,
But just before I cool it and cut out
Here's something all you cats can think about.
Ooh wee oh oh, ooh la la
Let's rock and roll.
Snaggle-toothed Malinda was a drag,
She latched onto a dude who showed up stag.
He tried to run and then he tripped and fell;
She kissed him and we all could hear him yell.
Ooh wee oh oh, ooh la la
Let's rock and roll.
Well, a hound dog ran a polecat into town,
Brought him to the dance and laid him down.
Someone hollered skunk and you can bet
All them country cats is runnin' yet.
Ooh wee oh oh, ooh la la
Let's rock and roll.
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