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Moanin' The Blues
01:46
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When my baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wasn’t nothin’ I could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Lord what am I comin’ to
I just keep moanin’ moa-oanin’ the blues
I wrote a nice, long letter
Sayin’ mama please come home
Your da-ddy is lone-some and all I do is moan
I’ve been lovin’ that gal for so doggone long
I can’t afford to lose her now
I thought I was right but I must have been wrong
‘Cause my head is startin’ to bow
And now I’m moanin’ moa-oanin’ the blues
If you want a good gal to stay around
You gotta treat her nice and kind
If you do her wrong she’ll leave this town
And you’ll almost lose your mind
Then you’ll be moanin’ moa-oanin’ the blues
Oh baby, baby, baby
Honey baby, please come home
Your da-ddy is lone-some and all I do is moan
I promise you baby that I’ll be good
And I’ll never be bad no more
I’m sittin’ here waitin’ for you right now
To walk through that front door
Then I’ll stop moanin’ moa-oanin’ the blues
Then I’ll stop moanin’ moanin moa-oanin’ the blues
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Silly Hillbilly Willy
02:03
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There was an old boy in my hometown
Everybody thaught he was dumb
They called him Silly Hillbilly Willy
Just to be making fun
He was always pickin’ on an old guitar
And singin’ him silly songs
He said I’ll get a job in a hillbilly band
If I could and if I come along
They called him Silly Hillbilly Willy
But he’s not as dumb as you think
You ought to see a smile on Hillbilly Willy
When he takes his money to the bank
Oh well he finally got a job in a Hillbilly Band
But I just can’t make it’s name
But there he is just as big a life
His picture in the hall of fame
He travelled all over the entire world
Getting bigger all the time to see
He’s got curly lore and a chain of sore
And he want’s to buy a baseball team
Oh well he comes back to town
Once in a while and he really travels in style
With his gold Cadillac, fine cloths on his back
And he’s spending his money like wild
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You come home late and you come home early
You come on big when you’re feeling small
You come home straight and you come home curly
Sometimes you don’t come home at all
So what in the world’s come over you
And what in heaven’s name have you done
You’ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You’re out there running just to be on the run
Well I got a heart that burns with a fever
And I got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that’ll last forever
Get left so far behind
It’s a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
It’s crossed the evil line today
Well, how can you ask about tomorrow
We ain’t got one word to say
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Tonight my head is bowed in sorrow
I can’t keep the tears from my eyes
My son calls another man daddy
The right to his love I’ve been denied
My son calls another man daddy
He’ll ne’er know my name or my face
God only knows how it hurts me
For another to be in my place
Each night I laid there in prison
I pictured a future so bright
And he was the ray of my sunshine
That shone thru the darkness of night
Each day his mother shares a new love
She just couldn’t stand my disgrace
My son calls another man daddy
And longs for a love he can’t replace
My son calls another man daddy
He’ll ne’er know my name or my face
God only knows how it hurts me
For another to be in my place
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In The Jailhouse Now
03:07
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I had a friend named Ramblin’ Bob
Who used to steal, gamble and rob
He thought he was the smartest guy in town
But I found out last Monday
That Bob got locked up Sunday
They’ve got him in the jailhouse way down town
He’s in the jailhouse now
In the jailhouse now
I told him once or twice
Stop playing cards and shootin’ dice
He’s in the jailhouse now
He played a game called poker
He knuckled with Dan Yoakum
But shootin’ dice was his greatest game
Now he’s downtown in jail
Nobody to go his bail
The judge done said that he refused a fine
Well I went out last Tuesday
Met a gal named Susie
I said I was the swellest man around
We started to spend my money
She started to call me honey
We took in every honky-tonk in town
We’re in the jailhouse now
We’re in the jailhouse now
I told the judge right to his face
We didn’t like to see this place
We’re in the jailhouse now
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She’s Gone Gone Gone
03:05
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She said if I ever deceived her
She’d be gone before I could count ten
I guess that I didn’t believe her
’Cause look at the trouble I’m in
She’s gone gone gone gone gone gone
Crying won’t bring her back
The more that I cry the faster that train flies
Farther on down the track
I’ve lost every right to be happy
When I lost the heaven I found
She warned me she’d leave and she left me
Before my first tear hit the ground
If I only knew where to find her
I’d crawl there on my hands and knees
Each tick of the clock’s a reminder
She’s one second farther from me
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The Sharecroppers Biel, Switzerland
The Sharecroppers aus Mett (Biel) spielen seit Okt. 2009 zusammen einen Sound, der am ehesten mit American Roots Music bezeichnet werden kann. Stile wie Appalachian, Honky Tonk (Country), Bluegrass, Hillbilly, Rockabilly und Rhythm'n'Blues hört man in den Songs. Die Musiker sind seit längerer Zeit in der Schweizer Musikszene bekannt und leben jetzt mit Verve ihre Liebe zur American Roots Music. ... more
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