Luther Allison
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All The King's Horses
All the king's horses
All the farmer's mules
They can't
even stop you
From givin' me the blues
That's wrong
Little girl you are wrong
You got my mind
messed up darlin'
You're gonna make me leave our happy home
All the truck drivers you know
All the taxi drivers that
take you to the town
All the men you meet in the streets
I'm the only one
that didn't let you down
That's wrong baby
Little girl that's wrong
You got my
mind messed up darlin'
You gonna miss me when I'm gone
Don't you know that's wrong
One morning you'll come home
And I'll be gone
Goin' back home
Way down in Arkansas
You know we got
troubles baby
But I ain't gonna get in trouble with the law
I won't get in
this trouble with the law baby
I'm in trouble with you baby
I guess it's because of what
you do
Whoah baby I feel I'm in trouble with you
Goin' back home
Way
back down in Arkansas
Said I got in trouble with you darlin'
But I swear I
won't get in trouble with the law
(spoken: I'm gonna get outa here)
Big City
Sun sinking deep, fires burning down
Hard to see the moon,
when the smoke is all around
I live in a big city
And they tell me we are
free
I hear babies cryin'
There'll be killing in these streets
How many heartaches, how many years of pain
Just how many
funerals, before the streets be safe again
I live in a big city
And they
tell me we are free
I hear babies cryin'
There'll be killing in these
streets
Evening sun going down, police using his billy stick
When
the blood start to flowin', and it'll be flowin' till the mornin' come again
I live in a big city
And they tell me that we are free
Now I hear these
babies cryin'
Do you know what that's doin' to me?
Lord it's tearin' my
heart apart
Cherry Red Wine
Watching you baby, watching you all the time
Watching you
baby, just watching you all the time
Watching you destroy yourself woman, all
you do is sitting around drinking wine
You worry me baby
I'm sitting here wondering what in the
world can I do
We got so much to live for, darling
But I just can't sit
here doing nothing and watching that wine destroy you
I'm taking you to the doctor, darling
The doctor knows
what's going on in your head
I'm taking you to the doctor, darling
Maybe
he knows what's going on in your head
You gonna keep on drinking that bad wine, baby
Even the
grass on your grave will be cherry red
Down South
I came home this morning, feeling down and out
I came home
this morning, feeling down and out
I was lonely woman, when I got home found
my woman was out
I says baby why do you want to leave me, why do you want to
treat me this way
Why do you want to leave me, and why do you want to treat
me this way
You're gonna wake up now woman, you gonna need my love someday
Come on now
Come on now we ain't do it
I'm gonna take you back down south this morning, put you back
out there in the fields
Love make you pick me two hundreds pounds a day,
gettin' used to that ol' cotton field
Love or leave me but don't never never
question my words no more
Freedom
We talk about South Africa and we say it's a shame
Apartheid is wrong and we all share the blame
But people let me tell you,
everywhere you go it's the same,
people are being mistreated, when will it
change?
Let's talk about the future and learn from the past
We must love
one another if this world is going to last
We fought for self-respect, we
fought for equal rights
We've known a long, long time that discrimination
ain't right
Talking about freedom, freedom, freedom
Talking about
freedom, freedom, freedom
A ghetto is no place for children to grow
But you can find
a ghetto everywhere you go
I heard Dr. King say: "I have a dream"
All he
wanted was to let the freedom ring
Why do we have to fight in wars to save
our land
If we get back alive, there's still no dignity
Do I have to die
before I can be free?
I want freedom in my life, that's the way it's got to
be
Talking about freedom, freedom, freedom
Talking about
freedom, freedom, freedom
I'm tired of discrimination, this has to stop
We must learn
to live together before the bombs drop
So if you love your children too this
is what you should do
Teach them to love one another, live by the Golden Rule
Freedom of choice, freedom of speech, my freedom is up to you
We were
promised this freedom, but we have a long way to go
The love of freedom,
can't you tell, is the same for you and me
All I need is someone to help me
ring the Freedom Bell
Talking about freedom, freedom, freedom
Talking about
freedom, freedom, freedom
Just My Guitar And Me
I'm-a sitting here and thinking, drinking too
I got no real
feeling but I got my blues
If you don't want to treat me right, the hell with
you
I got my guitar squeezing' my strains
Ain't got me no
woman, don't mean a thing
Listen to the music, join into my game
(spoken: can't you see what I mean)
All my friends, they've been havin' another ball
All my
friends, they've been havin' another ball
If I can't get a pretty woman,
I don't want no woman at all
Should I Wait
Standing at the station, waiting on you
Could you tell me,
baby, why you are overdue?
You see, I've been standing 3 hours or more
I
got to go to work, honey, you don't even wanna know
Should I wait, should I wait on you?
You better get
yourself together
Hey, I don't wanna wait on you
I told you late last night, worries on my worried mind
You
took my heart and money, you wasted my time
I gave you my best loving, better
than you need
You took my poor heart apart, I even got down on my knees
Should I wait, should I wait on you?
You better get
yourself together
I had told ya I ain't got time to wait on you
I got no
more time, I got to get out of here, better work
One last question, baby: what's on your mind?
You can make
no love, you've been drunk all the time
You see I gave up a good job, make
pretty pay mine
But I get fired, if you make me loose one more day
Little girl, should I wait?
You better get yourself
together
I had told ya I ain't got enough time to wait
Listen to me, you
better get yourself together
Hey baby, I told you I can wait
I just can
wait no longer, you better get yourself together
Damn' it all, I told you I won't wait on you
Watching You
Watching you baby, watching you all the time
Watching you
baby, just watching you all the time
Watching you destroy yourself woman,
all you do is sit around drinkin' wine
You're worryin' me baby, I'm sittin' here wonderin'
what
in the world can I do
You're worryin' me baby, I'm sittin' here wonderin'
what in the world can I do
We got so much to live for darling, but I just
can't sit here doin'
nothin' and watchin' that wine destroy you
I'm takin' you to the doctor darlin',
maybe the doctor
knows what's goin' on in your head
Yeah I'm takin' you to the doctor darlin',
maybe he knows what's goin' on in your head
You gonna keep on drinkin'
that bad wine baby,
even the grass that grows on your grave will be cherry
red
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