Lyrics:
Baby, I'm on to you
Talk your talk, I'm on to you
Like a hawk, hey, I'm on to you
Trouble is what you are
Trouble that's gone too far
Baby,
from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble?
Now you got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for
The Real Old Mountain Dew
Beside a hill there is a still,
Where the smoke runs up to the sky;
You ean always tell by the whiff and the smell
That
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear him on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there
things of living are written in our hearts
But on the stage this morning the trouble is the star
Happiness is measured by houses and our cars
But we can
By William Clarke
You've got the Power
You've got the Power Ahoy
I-been to so many places not knowing just
What I'd find
I seen so many different
I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just
Mrs. Jones maiden name Susan Roberts
Danny Jones her husband loving nice
Their second boy named for her father Casey
Middle name William, and no
Story by Pete Seeger
traditional African music arranged by Rev. HCN Williams and JN Maselwa
Chorus:
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo,
it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep
Wake up, little Susie
Wake up, little Susie
Well, what are we gonna tell your mama?
What are we
I want a guy with a love that's true
One that I can tell my troubles to
He'll be my guy
And stay by my side
I'd be so glad if I only had
A guy,
on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear him on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there
would be so amazed by the things that I can tell...
[Hook:]
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
Where the trouble at
I can tell you where that trouble'll be
'Cause it looks like trouble's been following me
It might be out by the picket line
earths and goddesses
If they got bottom, don't get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there's a lot of us fit for the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars
I always do
With only
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles to
And when it's twelve
I always do
With only
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles to
And when it's twelve
And just a little talk with my Jesus made me whole
(Now let us) have a little talk with Jesus (let us) tell him all about our troubles
(He will) hear our
In cuttin' and haulin' in frost and in snow
We're up against troubles that few people know
It's only by courage and patience and grit
And eatin'
I always do
With only
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles to
And when it's twelve
You would be so amazed by the things that I can tell
I got troubles with in, troubles with out
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out
Tryin'
I always do
With only
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles to
And when it's twelve
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
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