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Shame Shame Shame Shame (Mark Collie) · Shame, Shame, Shame [CD] (Shirley & Company) · Shame, Shame, Shame (Shirley & Company) · Shame, Shame, Shame (Smiley Lewis) · A Low Down Dirty Shame (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big, Bad & Blue: The Big Joe Turner Anthology (Big Joe Turner) · Blues Giants: Big Joe Turner (Big Joe Turner) · Big Joe Turner: The Rhythm & Blues Years (Big Joe Turner) · Low Down Dirty Blues (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Low Down Dirty Blues (Bill Magee) – and 90 other albums »


where you flagged him down
There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town
And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
It could have
the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I said
As the car sped on its way, 
And she whispered low, 
"Say you're all right, Joe, 
You just won my heart today.
up a cup of mud sayin'
"Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but
It got so deathly quiet in that
Place, you could of heard a pin drop
As the waiter's
knew it'd be warm.

At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten 
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin 
"Big Joe's the name", I told
knew it'd be warm.

At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten 
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin 
"Big Joe's the name", I told
As the car sped on its way, 
And she whispered low, 
"Say you're all right, Joe, 
You just won my heart today.
As the car sped on its way, 
And she whispered low, 
"Say you're all right, Joe, 
You just won my heart today.
And it's a low down dirty shame
But I gotta find the answer just the same

I ain't foolin' around
Nobody cares
I got a feelin'
Oh I'm going to find it
I'll be
Damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he
Threw her in low and said Go on in there
Son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee
On Big Joe
As the car sped on its way, 
And she whispered low, 
"Say you're all right, Joe, 
You just won my heart today.
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. 

Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
down dirty shame

That you want to make me live
My life in pain
That's what you want me to do
Ain't it, baby
You wanna fool around and drive me
rich and get mad nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem a tornado
Do di dance, alright, come on

Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till
down dirty shame

That you want to make me live
My life in pain
That's what you want me to do
Ain't it, baby
You wanna fool around and drive me
on size and shape and such
But the final test is the test of touch
I'm a true blue pro no average joe
I keep my eyes open everywhere I go
So if you're
react like Nat Turner 
Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace 
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate 
Runnin' rapid, while others
La La La La La. Hey!
It's the motherfucking be	-are-O-W-N
Whoa
Slow your roll niggas
It's about to go down my niggas
I'm outta control still
Stacking up in the bank, the layers on the cake-a
Thinking like Jimmy, Tami, oh it's low down
Niggas be getting mad as I go 'round like Pac
The shit don't
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
of vibes
I don't want old things I done to boomerang
Feelin' low-low, for sho Deacon pursued by shame
It get rough, and ain't enough to just think positive
they got
Nobody saw s*** cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
N****s frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
wants to hold us back
As a matter of fact
I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene
And everyday they're doin the dirty work
And layin it on us
react like Nat Turner 
Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace 
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate 
Runnin' rapid, while others
The silencers work to muffle that sound
Snuck through tools and on the low down
Gangstas give it up, what
Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four