T-Bone Walker
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Alimony Blues
It's a cold-blooded world when a man has to pawn his shoes
It's a cold-blooded world when a man has to pawn his shoes
That's the fix I'm
in today, I swear I've been abused
Yes, the woman is a devil, she will trick you if she can
Yes, the woman is a devil, she will trick you if she can
She will tell you
that she love you, an work out some other plan
Got those alimony blues an I sure got to pay some dues
Got
those alimony blues an I sure got to pay some dues
And if I run short of
cash, it's the road camp, I've got to choose
Bobby Sox Blues
Ahh!
Bobby sox baby, I've got to let you go
Bobby sox baby, I've
got to let you go
You've got a head full of nothin'
But stage, screen an
radio
You chase autographs, every night
You write fan mail
through the day
You keep your great big head in the scrapbook
Yes, and you
throw the cookbook away
Bobby sox baby, I've got to let you go
You've got a head
full of nothin'
But stage, screen an radio
Now you treat me like a stranger
You don't have a word to
say
I ask you if you love me
You say, "What would Frankie, say?"
Yes bobby sox baby
I've got to let you go
You've got a
head full of nothin'
But stage, screen an radio
Bye Bye Baby
You know I love you, can't stand the way you do
You know I
love you, can't stand the way you do
Well, you tellin' me it's true now, an
that's alright for you
Bye-bye, baby baby, bye-bye
Bye-bye, baby baby, bye-bye
Bye-bye, baby baby, don't cry
Sometimes I wonder, why don't you write to me?
Sometimes I
wonder, why don't you write to me?
If I've been a bad fellow, I didn't intend
to be
Baby baby, come back home to me
Baby baby, come back home
to me
You know I love ya baby, my old time 'used to be'
Call It Stormy Monday
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
They
call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
Wednesday's worse, and
Thursday's also sad
Yes, the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play
Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church,
then I kneel down and pray
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy, my
heart's in misery
Crazy about my baby, yes, send her back to me
Description Blues
I was in love with a married woman, an I just couldn't help
myself
I was in love with a married woman, an I just couldn't help myself
But I don't go 'round breakin' up families, an' that's the reason why I left
She looked at me like she could kill me, when I said that we
were through
She looked at me like she could kill me, when I said that we
were through
I'm on the side that's doin' the buildin', and not the wreckin'
crew
There are so many women, that are footloose an fancy free
There are so many single women, that are footloose an fancy free
So why
should I fool with a married woman, who can't can't do a thing for me?
Evenin'
Evenin'
Ev'ry night you come and you find me, oh Lord
And you always come and remind me, oh yes
That my gal is gone, my baby's
gone, oh Lord, my baby's gone
Evenin'
Can't you see I'm deeply in your power, oh Lord?
Every minute seems like an hour, oh Lord
Since my gal, she's gone, my baby's
gone, my baby's gone
Now shadow's fallin', well,
Are on the wall
That's the
time I miss your kiss, most of all
Even though I try, how can I go on, oh
yes, go on
Pretty baby
Evenin'
Let me sleep 'til the gray dawn is breakin', oh yes
I don't care if I don't awaken, oh Lord
Since my gal she's gone, my baby's
gone, oh yes she's gone
Evenin'
Let me sleep 'til gray dawn is breakin', oh Lord
I don't care if I don't awaken, oh yes, since my gal she's gone
My baby's
gone, my baby's gone
My baby's gone
I'm About To Lose My Mind
You broke my heart, baby just one too many time
You broke
my heart, baby just too many time
From drinkin' bad whiskey, mama, gin an rum
an wine
Well, today you say you're quittin', tomorrow you say you're
not
Yes, you say you quittin', tomorrow you say you're not
An if ya don't
stop drinkin' baby, I swear you're gonna blow your top
Yes, drinkin' woman, you stay drunk all the time
Yes,
drinkin' woman, you stay drunk all the time
You keep me so worried baby, I'm
'bout to lose my mind
It's A Low Down Dirty Deal
It's great to be rich and a doggone shame to be poor
It's
great to be rich and a doggone shame to be poor
It's a lowdown dirty deal
when your woman don't want you no more
I tried to please her but it only made her mad
I tried to
please her but it only made her mad
She done strip me and took everything I
had
Now what you gonna do with a woman like that?
Now what you
gonna do with a woman like that?
Who takes all your money yes and leaves you
flat?
Yes it's great to be rich and a doggone shame to be poor
It's a lowdown dirty deal when your woman don't want you no more
Now it was
money in the morning, and money every night
If I didn't have no money, she was ready to fight
It's
great to be rich and a doggone shame to be poor
It's a lowdown dirty deal
when your woman don't want you no more
Long Skirt Baby Blues
When I first met you baby, you were a real gone chick
When
I first met you baby, you were a real gone chick
Now you've let your skirt
down 'n you know that ain't the lick
You better wake up baby n' change your antique ways
You
better wake up baby n' change your antique ways
Instead of advancin' baby,
you're goin back to horse and buggy days
You said the style is changin', I don't know why I should
laugh or cry
You said the style is changin' I don't know if I should laugh or
cry
You've been wearin' long skirts baby, you don't know the reason why
Just leave it up to a woman, they'll do it every time
Just
leave it up to a woman, they'll do it every time
Well ain't no long skirt
baby, gonna be no gal a-mine
Mean Old World
This is a mean old world, baby, to live in by yourself
This
is a mean old world to live in by your self
When you can't get the woman you
love, you know she's loving someone else
Well, I drink to keep from worrying and I smile to keep from
crying
I drink to keep from worrying, baby, I smile to keep from crying
That's to keep the public from knowing just what I have on my mind
Some day, some day, baby, I'll be six feet in my grave
Some
day, some day, darling, I'll be six feet in my grave
And, I won't be around
here to be mistreated, darling, like a low-down slave
Midnight Blues
Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go
Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go
Gee, but I'm going
to miss ya baby, this is one thing I'm sure you know
When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis, it's one o'clock in San
Antone
When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis, it's one o'clock in San Antone
When it's midnight in California, I'll be so all alone
Midnight is an awful hour, why does it come so soon?
Midnight is a awful hour, why does it come so soon?
It never bring me
happ'ness, it always leave me filled with gloom
Don't ever gamble buddy, unless you're sure that you can't
lose
Don't ever gamble buddy, unless you're sure that you can't lose
You
better take my advise, unless you want this midnight blues
"Put it away!"
Papa Ain't Salty No More
Come home little girl, your papa ain't salty no more
Come
home little girl, your papa ain't salty no more
I need your love, and I swear
I miss you so
I know I was wrong, and I know I've caused you pains
I know
I was wrong, and I know I've caused you pains
I'm sorry pretty baby, I won't
do that again
Why, oh why pretty baby, why did you have to go
Please come
back home pretty mama
Papa ain't salty no more
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