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1991 |
1. | Give Me My Coat and Shoes |
2. | Big Boat (Buddy and Junior's Thing) |
3. | Sweet Black Girl |
4. | Diggin' My Potatoes |
5. | Don't Leave Me |
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7. | I'm In the Mood |
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9. | Wrong Doing Woman |
10. | Cut You Loose |
11. | Sally Mae |
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13. | My Home's in the Delta |
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15. | Baby What You Want Me to Do/That's Allright |
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Give Me My Coat and Shoes |
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Big Boat (Buddy and Junior's Thing) |
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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
When I woke up this morning
Didn't know right or wrong
Well, if the river was a whiskey
And I was a diving duck
If the river was a whiskey
And I was a diving duck
Well, I would dive to the bottom
I'd swear, I'd never come up
Well, I coulda had religion
In this bad old Sunday
I coulda had religion
In this bad old Sunday
But whiskey and bad love
Wouldn't let me have my way
I rolled and I tumbled
And I rolled and I tumbled
I rolled and I tumbled
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Put on your red dress baby, honey we're goin' out tonight.
Want you to wear your boxin' gloves in case some fool might want to fight.
Put on your high heel sneakers, throw that wig hat on your head.
Put on your high heel sneakers, throw that wig hat on your head.
Honey I know you're gonna get real high, honey I know you're gonna knock 'em dead.
Want you to talk to me baby, Mama and hold me tight,
Keep on holdin me baby, until you hold me just right
Put on your high-red dress mama, wear your wig-hat on your head
I want you to hold your head kinda high because I know your gonna knock em dead
Put on your white boots baby, pull em up on your legs so high
Put on your white boots baby, pull em up on your legs so high
I want you to look real good, you better even hide your thigh
Lord I want you to call my name this morning, call it sort of sweet and low
And make me think little darling, Lord I'm on the third floor!
Put on your high heel sneakers, wear that wig hat on your head
I want you to raise your dress real high because I know your gonna knock em dead
Raise your window woman, raise it soft and slow
See your man down there could be
You may don't know, anh-uh
Girl I ain't going out that do'
Oh, I see your man downstairs--
Look like your man, how do I know?
Could be yo' man, how do I know? (Repeat several times)
Put on your red dress baby, wear that wig hat on your head.
Put on that red dress baby, wear that wig hat on your head.
Want you to cock your forty five, in case some fool might want to fight.
Oh I know you're gonna get real high, oh I know you're gonna knock 'em dead.
I know you're gonna get real high, I know you're gonna knock 'em dead.>
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Well I laid down, down last night, well I tried to take my rest
Notion struck me last night, babe I, I believe I take a stroll out, out west
Take a stroll out, out west, take a stroll out, out west
Take a stroll out west, take a stroll out west
What if I were a catfish, mama?
I said, swimmin' deep down in, deep blue sea
Have these gals now, sweet mama, settin' out
Settin' out hooks for, for me, settin' out hook for, for me
Settin' out hook for, for me, settin' out hook for me
Settin' out hook for me, settin' out hook for me
Well I went down, yeah, down to the church house, yes
Well I called on me to pray
Fell on my knees, now mama, I didn't know, Lord
Not a word to, to say, not a word to, to say, not a word to
Not a word to, not a word to say, not a word to say, not a word to say
Play ?em, man, play ?em a long time
I'm gonna write, write me a letter baby, I'm gonna write it just to see
See my babe, my baby who she's thinkin' of
Little ol' thing on, on me, little ol' thing on, on me, little ol' thing on, on me
Little ol' thing on me, little ol' thing on me, a little thing on me
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When I first came to town, people
I was walking down Hasting Street
Everybody was talkin' about, Henry Swing Club
I decided to stop in there for awhile
And man, when I got there
Yeah, they were really havin' a ball
Well, I feel so good
(I wanna boogie)
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Well, to the break of day
Say it again
Well, I feel so good
(I wanna boogie)
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Well, to the break of day
Alright
When I was a young boy
I was layin' down one night
And I heard ma and pa talkin'
I heard pa tell ma
?Hey, come on, let that boy boogie-woogie
'Cause you know it's in him, and it's just got to come out?
'Cause it's in him, and it's just got to come out
Well, feels so good, child
(I wanna boogie)
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
I wanna boogie
Lord, till the break-a day
Chillen, I'm chillen
Well, I feel so good, my Lord
(I wanna boogie)
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Yeah-ow, till the break of day
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