Lyrics:
Might drive this poor boy to
Black cloud hanging over my head...
I've got a seed in the ground for to grow me a tree
This is what that black cloud done
what?
Can't be a joke I've been through too many games
Niggas laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same
Show me respect 'cause it's due, you keep
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset
Would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say
Grab your six-guns from your back
Throttle
a young man too
Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie
I got a brand new house by the roadside
Made outta rattlesnake hide
I got
what?
Can't be a joke I've been through too many games
Niggas laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same
Show me respect 'cause it's due, you keep
a young man too
Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
man too
So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye"
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello.
I was vaguely half asleep,
For
perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
Go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
heart
I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart
I've got charcoals in my heart, but I've got charcoals in my heart
I've got charcoals
Now me, I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I've got a black limousine
And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you
I've got the full moon fever
A black cat cut across my path
Put a little spell on me mademoiselle
I want somebody to lobe me back
I need somebody
man's girl, even I know that
But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back
Knife in hand, says their relationship's hangin' by a strand
So she's
I've been wandering by your room
And nothing's coming out
Like a spirit through the wind I keep flying
In a dream you point a [knife]
In another
me, we'll be history
You've got lips and I've got Listerine
But you can't wash the fucked up out of me tonight
I feel your collar 'round my neck
your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
Well, I've never recovered but tonight betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go
off and bring a friend
I got backstage passes for you
Just meet me right by the bathroom
And if you don't have a curfew
Keep it real and we'll
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
I may not have your warm and tender lips to kiss goodnight
I may not have your gentle loving arms to hold me tight
But I've got something you
the lips, that's incredible
(go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)
Like a knife, cuff your life, throw the slight man
there and rot!
You got soul...
You got soul...
I said get, get, get on down,
Said get, get, get, on down.
Hey everybody take a look at me,
I've
wastin' it
Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
Ooh, she's makin' my skin crawl
You got yourself a voodoo doll
I keep smelling cigarettes
Feel
Now me I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I've got a black limousine
And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you
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