Lyrics:
tonight,
If I was free to do the things I might,
I'm telling you true, I'd be anything but blue,
If I could be with you.
All dressed up but still nowhere
you my diamond ring
If it hadn't a-been for Cotton Eyed Joe
Well I'd a-been married a long time ago
Oh where do you come from where do you go
Where do
dreams are for dreamers
And all the things you wish come true, yeah
I'd wish the world had all happy people
Then there'd be no more wishing to do
Oh
Before I loose you mind, girl,
I better tighten up your wig
Just before we go, I'd like to mention Junior Wells
We stole his thing from him, and he
I'd work for you, I'd slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Well, I got caught in Panama City
Trying to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
And I got wore out by my daddy
For stealing cigarettes from
Well I wish I had a dollar
For every piece of my broken heart
Yeah if they gave out a quarter
For every thread of my shattered life
Baby you
for you, yeah, cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you!
If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing
you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you
No one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll
possibilities could be for a team
When she called the badge on me
The badge grabbed me by the arm and he said
What are you doin' hangin' around here for
And I
for you, yeah, cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you!
If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing
For a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
I hit Nashville cold and wet and hungry.
I said, "I'm here, bring him on let him do his thing."
But they
service--well, that's all you'll ever get from me
Well, how could you believe I'd take you seriously?
With your cheap rewards, your blackmail, and your comical
a-talkin' to the people who don't listen,
"To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear.
"And if you should die explainin' how
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town
I
for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgettin', but these things I do
You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
nothin' new
I'd only have lonely to hold onto
That would be me without you
I saw a man on the TV
Well, he looked like a regular Joe
But his story
Do they ask you where I am or where I've been
Do they ever say where is the lonely friend
Is my name whispered in your bedside prayers
Do you feel
Don't make me over
Now that I'd do anything for you
Don't make me over
Now that you know how I adore you
Don't pick on the things I say,
Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You
Don't make me over
Now that I'd do anything for you
Don't make me over
Now that you know how I adore you
Don't pick on the things I say,
If I was free to do the things I might,
I'm telling you true, I'd be anything but blue,
If I could be with you.
All dressed up but still nowhere
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
turning away
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things I've never dreamed
It's beautiful
I'd like for them
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