I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
Come back here, we can have some real fun
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around the hill
Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
You took all my money and you gave it to Richard Lee
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Nothing shocks me more than that old clown
Some of you women, you really know your stuff
Some of you women, you really know your stuff
But your clothes are all torn and your language is a little too rough
Shake shake Mama, shake until the break of day
Shake shake Mama, shake until the break of day
I'm right here baby, I'm not that far away
I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
It's Friday morning going to Franklin Avenue
Shake shake mama, raise your voice and bay
Shake shake mama, raise your voice and bay
If you're goin' on home, better go the shortest way
I'm going on a date tonight
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I know, I know this is a crime
But I don't know what else to do
My love you're in a magazine
My love you're doing fine you're on TV
You wore my heart out then you ran away
From Chicago to Cleveland you made me pay
You made me pay
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
On the bus radio:
"50 ways to leave your lover", oh no
I laughed at the irony
But like the stupid the irony got lost on me
Got lost on me
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
You challenged me to write a love song
Here it is I think I got it wrong
I focused on the negative
The pain was too much of an incentive
Always my incentive
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother [to hear you sing]
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
Oh but she don't know just how far I'd go
Would I walk for a hundred miles
For a glimpse of your northern smile?
amazing...
ReplyDeletehow one does not get choked up singing/recording such a song, I don't know...
and... it hurts; this hurts, if you ever read this, know this.
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