In the evening of the day down in Mobile, Alabama, Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer. Gotta get some money, buy some brand new shoes
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa, whoa, whoa) I said whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa, whoa, whoa) I love my baby (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah, my baby love me (Whoa, whoa, whoa
Little games are for little boys Growing up and changing all my toys Aeroplanes, motor cars, goldfish in old jam-jars I just don't play these games no
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Oh, Louise Yes, you're the sweetest girl that I know Don't you know now, Louise You are the sweetest girl that I know You made me walk from Chicago Oh
It's me, won't you write home? Hope you're happy all alone Now please take care Love mum and dad Dear Ronnie, why'd you leave us? We hate to make a lot
Don't know where to run to Don't know where to hide See my future coming Like the rising of the tide But I lost you Lost you woman The only woman Woman
Yeah, we know these sounds These sounds belong to one man One man from Mississippi, USA One man known as the wizard of the harp One man known as the
Little wooden soldier boy How he's bored to be a toy Sitting on the mantelpiece Was not his idea of peace So one night at half past one He ordered all
(James McCarty) He's Just 'round the corner Nobody will warn ya' You wont see his coming The way your life's a running As he tries to wreck you He's bound
Can you judge a man By the way he wears his hair? Can you read his mind By the clothes that he wears? Can you see a bad man By the pattern on his tie?
Henry's coming home Wonder if he found it He just telephoned Think he must have found it He wants to live in the village Where he started out? He knows
(Rice Miller Williamson) In my one room little cabin, Just me and my little girl alone, In my one room little cabin, Just me and my little girl alone,
And when they say that lovers feign Well, to them, you know, that may be true All I gotta do is call her name Well and I got, my baby Yes I have You
(Chris Dreja) Feet on the sidewalk I feel kinda sick Hands out front I need a white stick Blurred in the morning Bruised at night Falling in the darkness
Hang on, Sloopy, Sloopy, hang on Hang on, Sloopy, Sloopy, hang on Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town All the little girls there are trying to put
In the mystery of being Sometimes when it's not so easy seeing Where you're going, what will be tomorrow Wondering about the path to follow In the darkness
Gone, gone away, gone away Almost nothing to do Gone away, now I'm far from you Though I'm alone now and there's nobody near I hush my voice, lest they