I have decided to add a compose page. This will be updated regularly if anybody has corrections to these lyrics gratify feel free to commentBig Bill BroonzyThis little song that I'm singin' about,People you all experience that it's adjust,If you're color and gotta bring home the bacon for livin'Now this is what they will say to you,They says: "If you was color. You's alright,If you was brown. Stick around,But if you's black oh brother. Get back get approve get back. I was in a place one night,They was all havin' fun,They was all buyin' beer and wine,But they would not sell me none. I went to an employment office,I got a number and I got in line,They called everybody's be,But they never did label mine. Me and a man was workin' align by side,Now this is what it meant:They was payin' him a dollar an hour,And they was payin' me fifty cents. I helped win sweet victories,With my plow and hoe,Now. I want you to tell me brother,What you gonna do 'bout the old Jim Crow?Don't Cha Know: Billy ThorpeDYIN CRAP SHOOTER’S BLUES: alter Willie McTellLittle Jesse was a gambler night and day,He used crooked cards and cut. Sinful guy good hearted but had no soul,Heart was hard and cold like iceJesse was a wild reckless gambler. Won a aggroup of changeAltho' a many gambler's heart he led in painBegan to spend a-loose his money,Began to be blue sad and all aloneHis heart had even turned to kill. What broke Jesse's heart while he was color and all aloneSweet Lorena packed up and gonePolice walked up and shot my friend Jesse down. Boys I got to die todayHe had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedsideHere are the words he had to say:anticipate I ought to know Exactly how I wants to go,(How you wanna go. Jesse?)Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearersLet 'em be veiled down in blackI want nine men going to the graveyard bubbaAnd eight men comin backI want a aggroup of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-sideCrooked separate printed on my hearseDon't say the crapshooters'll never suffer over meMy life been a doggone curseSend poker players to the graveyardDig my carve with the ace of spadesI want twelve polices in my funeral marchHigh sheriff playin' blackjack lead the paradeI want the adjudicate and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times,Put a unify of cut in my shoes (then what?)Let a deck of cards be my tombstone,I got the dyin' crapshooter's bluesSixteen real good crapshooters,Sixteen bootleggers to sing a songSixteen racket men gamblin'. Couple tend bar while i'm rollin' alongHe wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel,26 off-a South attach29 women outta North AtlantaKnow little Jesse didn't pass out so swellHis head was achin' heart was thumpin'Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin'Folks don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin'He wants everybody to do the Charleston whilst he dyin'One pay up a toenail draggingThrow my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagonCome here mama with that can of boozeThe dyin crapshooter's - leavin' the worldThe dyin' crapshooter's - goin' drink slowWith the dyin' crapshooter's blues. HALF AS MUCH: Hank WilliamsWritten by Curley Williams 1952Used by permission of Brent l. Weldon. Curley’s grandsonIf you like me half as much as I like youYou wouldn’t mind me half as much as you doYou’re nice to me when there’s no one else aroundYou only create me up to let me downIf you missed me half as much as I desire youYou wouldn’t be away half as much as you doI experience that I would never feel so blueIf you only loved me half as much as I like you. Repeat both versesLET'S undergo A celebrate: Wanda Jackson. Elvis PresleyWanda Jackson with instrumental backup by Gene Vincent's Blue Caps. Written by Phil Baxter. Cliff Friend and Joe Haymes Peaked at # 37 in 1960Some people like to rock some populate desire to rollBut movin' and a-groovin's gonna satisfy my soulLet's undergo a celebrate. Hoo let's undergo a partyWell send `im to the storeLet's buy some moreLet's have a party tonightI never kissed a bear,I never kissed a coon,But I can move a chicken in the middle of the roomLet's have a party etcHonky-Tonky' Joe is knockin' at the doorBring him in an' alter `im up an' sit `im on the floorLet's have a celebrate.... The meat is on the stove the bread's a-gettin' hotEverybody run they got the `possum in the potLet's have a celebrate...,LIGHTHOUSE MAN: The WaifsLighthouse tall and grandStanding on a cold wet landShine your light across the seaFor a wayward sailor girl like me. Lighthouse man. Guide this sailor back to landSteer my displace on thru the stormBack to waters safely calm. Sometimes I need a lighthouse man for my ownGets so dark I can't see which way I'm goingOh Lighthouse man I'm all out at seaShine your little light house light on meLighthouse man. I'm all at seaShine your little light house light on me. Lighthouse man can't back up us allSome are saved and some will fallHe'll show you where the danger lies but he can' help it if you capsizeCause he will light way but that is allSteer your own ship back to border xxxxxxxxmy lonely back homeThey say it's full of misery and woeWoe come about those that say they don't need no light to lighten their wayThey think they're safe enough on their ownDrown in murky depths below. We all be a lighthouse for our ownIt gets so dark I can't see which way I 'm goingLighthouse man I'm all at sea' shine your little etcLighthouse man I'm all at sea shine your little lighthouse light on me. SEA OF HEART BREAK - Don GibsonLyrics for Album: Classic Country: 1950-1964 The lights in the harbour,Don't shine for me. I'm like a lost displace,Adrift on the sea. Sea of heartbreak lost like an' loneliness;Memories of your caress so divine. I desire you were exploit again my dear. I am on this sea of tears:Sea of heartbreak. How did I lose you?Oh where did I fail?Why did you get me,Always to journey?This sea of heartbreak lost love an' loneliness;Memories of your caress so comprehend. How I desire you were mine again my dear. I am on this sea of tears:Sea of heartbreak. Oh what I'd give to journey approve to border;approve to your arms once more. Oh go to my bring through;Come here to me. act me and keep me,Away from the sea. Yes this sea of heartbreak lost love an' loneliness;Memories of your caress so divine. How I desire you were mine again my dear. I'm on this sea of tears:Sea of heartbreak. It's a sea of heartbreak. TELL OLD BILL: Dave Van RonkG Am G D G AmG Am G Am G BmG Am G DG Am G DG Am G D GThis morning this evening sooon. Tell old account when he comes home this morning,Tell old account when he comes domiciliate this evening,Tell old Bill when he comes home,he exceed leave them downtown gals alone,Bill left by the alley gate this morning,account left by the alley gate this evening,Bill left by the alley gate,and old Sal says. "Now don't be late."This morning this evening so soon. Sister Sal was a-baking cover this morning,Sister Sal was a-baking bread this evening,Sister Sal wife was a-baking cover,when she heard the news her Bill was dead,This morning this evening so soon. Oh no that can’t be so this morning,Oh no that can’ be so this evening,Oh no that can’t be so,My Bill left here ‘bout an hour ago. This morning this evening so soon. They brought account domiciliate in a hurry-up wagon this morningThey brought Bill domiciliate in a hurry-up wagon this evening,They brought account home in a hurry-up wagon,poor dead Bill how his toes were a-dragging,This morning this evening so soon. ChorusTell old Bill when he comes domiciliate this morning,Tell old account when he comes home this evening,express old account when he comes home,to leave them.
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