Willie Dixon
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After Five Long Years
After five long years I'm gonna make love
After five long
years I'm gonna make love
After five long years I'm gonna make love
I'm
gonna make love to you
After one long year I was watching you baby
After two long
years you was driving me crazy
After three long years you know you still
looked fine
After four long years I was out of my mind
After five long
years I'm gonna make love to you
After one long year you had me lonesome and blue
After two
long years I was begging you
After three long years you wouldn't change your
mind
After four long years but I kept on trying
After five long years I'm
gonna make love to you
After one long year I tried to be cool
After two long years
I was just your tool
After three long years I was on the spot
After four
long years well look what you got
After five long years I'm gonna make love
to you
Earthquake And Hurricane
Hurricane hurricane
A mighty earthquake and a hurricane
The earth cracked open and was breathing fire
Everybody's running none ready
to die
Some going crazy some insane
Saying save me from the mighty
hurricane
People scrambling and on the run
Like they were hit with
the atom bomb
Some lay cripple some lay lame
Just save me from the mighty
hurricane
Rich folks falling down on their knees
Begging lord have
mercy if you please
Take all of my money I don't need a thing
Just save me
from the mighty hurricane
Everything's Got A Time
Everything's got a time
From start to end
Somebody tell
me
Where time begins
Please tell me the time
Tell me the time of day
Tell me must I go
Tell me must I stay
There's a time to eat
There's a time to drink
A time to
act
There's a time to think
A time to save
And a time to spend
A
time to start
And a time to end
There's a time to reap
There's a time to sow
A time to
come
There's a time to go
A time to laugh
And a time to cry
A time
to live
And a time to die
Flamin' Mamie
They call her Flamin' Mamie
She's the hottest thing in town
When it comes to loving
She's a human oven
She can really mow 'um down
Every time she shimmy
Every time the poor girl shake
Mamie do more damage
Than the San Francisco quake
Mamie loved the fireman
The fireman had to retire
Said
he tried the rest
But she's the best
She's hotter than Chicago's fire
Mamie told guitar red
She could love a man
Till he falls
dead
She told Cruda Crall, John and Jack
She would love them all
Till
she breaks their backs
Mamie loved her way to hell
She loved the devil
And she
loved him well
Little devil running up and down the wall
Saying do
something daddy
She's gonna love us all
Grave Digger Blues
Lord I saw the grave digger crying
He had his spade in his
hand
He says I shan't bury this woman
Till somebody bury her man
You
know the poor boy is dead
Oh but he just won't lay down
Well he just can't
stand to see his little baby
In the cold cold ground
What's holding him up man
The grave digger wants to know
The undertaker never
Saw nothing like this before
Blood shot tears
Falling from his sunken eyes
He's too weak to live
Too strong to die
Groaning The Blues
I'm so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues
I'm
so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues
I keep weeping and crying
every time I think of you
I would rather die of starvation, perish out in the desert sun
I would rather die of starvation, perish out in the desert sun
Than to think
of some other man holding you in his arms.
My heart gets so heavy, Lord I shakes down in my bones
My
heart gets so heavy, Lord I shakes down in my bones
I can't hurt a murderer,
oh Lord, but I'm forced to weep and moan
Hoochie Coochie Man
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a
boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump
and shout
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the
hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour, of the seventh day,
on the seventh
month, the seventh doctor said:
"He's born for good luck, and I know you see;
Got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the
hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my momma
Said "Ooh, what a boy,
he
gonna make so many women,
jump and shout for joy"
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the
hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a
boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump
and shout
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the
hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
I Can't Quit You Baby
We-ell, I can't quit you baby, but I got to put you down a
little while
We-ell, I can't quit you baby, but I got to put you down a
little while
We-ell you done made me mess up my happy home, made me mistreat
my only child
Ah, when you hear me moanin' and groanin', whoa you know it
hurts me way down inside
Whoa when you hear me moanin' and groanin', you know
it hurts way down inside
Oh when you hear me howlin', ooh you know my love
will never die, alright
Well when you see me cryin', don't let my tears fall in vain
Well when you see me cryin, darlin', please don't let my tears fall in vain
Lord, I don't know what to do, you know my heart is filled with pain
Whoa, when you hear me howlin', baby, you know it hurts way
down inside
It Don't Make Sense
You have made great planes to span the skies
You gave sight
to the blind with other men's eyes
You even made submarines stay submerged
for weeks
But it don't make sense you can't make peace
You take one man's heart and make another man live
You even
go to the moon and come back thrilled
Why you can crush any country in a
matter of weeks
But it don't make sense you can't make peace
You can make a transfusion that can save a life
Why you can
change the darkness into broad daylight
You make the deaf man hear and the
dumb man speak
But it don't make sense you can't make peace
Pain In My Heart
This pain in my heart, sometimes it's true
It makes me
happy; sometimes I act the fool
This pain in my heart, is only here for you
This pain in my heart, it makes me sigh
Sometimes I'm
laughin', again it makes me cry
This pain in my heart, it makes you my desire
Oh, baby, you know it's true
Deep down in my heart dear,
there's only love for you
This pain in my heart, it drives me mad
Sometimes it's
good, again I feel so bad
This pain in my heart, the worst I've ever had
Oh, baby, you know it's true
Deep down in my heart dear,
there's only love for you
This pain in my heart, it drives me mad
Sometimes it's
good, again I feel so bad
This pain in my heart, the worst I've ever had
Pie In The Sky
Hey you better hear what I say
You better have your fun
Before you get away
Get you a stray or get you a gay
Get you a man or
woman
But have it your way
I'll tell you why
It should be a lie
May
not be no pie up in the sky
When you die
Hey a lot of crooks are gone
A lot of politicians
And
even Jimmy Jones
If they get to heaven before you do
There may not be
nothing left for you
How do you know the streets are paved with gold
No one's
come back to prove it so
If they got a lot of gold and angels with wings
By the time you get there
May not be a thing
Hey you don't know if it's true
You better treat me
Like
I treat you
You say you're going to heaven
It looks like hell
They put
you in a hole
Almost deep as a well
Seventh Son
Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
But in the
whole round world there is only one, and
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm
the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass
And I
can do things for you that make your heart feel glad
Look at the skies and
predict the rain
I can tell when a woman's got another man
I'm the one,
yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they call the
seventh son
Now I can hold you close and I can squeeze you tight
And I
can make you cry for me both day and night
And I can heal the sick and even
raise the dead
And make you little girls talk out of your head
I'm the
one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they call the
seventh son
Now I can talk these words that sound so sweet
I can make
your little heart even skip a beat
I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms
And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
But in the
whole round world there is only one, and
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm
the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they call the seventh son
I'm the one
they call the seventh son
I'm the one they call the seventh son
Study War No More
Won‘t that be one mighty day, when we hear world leader say
We don‘t have to cry no more, we‘re giving it up, we‘re gonna let it go
Ain‘t gonna study, study war no more, ain‘t gonna think, think
of war no more
Ain‘t gonna fight, fight the war no more, we‘re giving it up,
we‘re gonna let it go
We‘re giving it up, we‘re gonna let it go
We will take gun powder to have fun, then get rid of the atom
bomb
Something else that we can do, get rid of all those rockets, too
Ain‘t gonna study, study war no more, ain‘t gonna think, think
of war no more
Ain‘t gonna fight, fight the war no more, we‘re giving it up,
we‘re gonna let it go
We‘re giving it up, we‘re gonna let it go
The money spent on bombs alone can build poor people a happy
home
And some good we can do, you treat me like I treat you
No more starving in the nation, everybody getting an education
Ev'rytime a baby is born, we know he‘ll have him a happy home
Ain‘t gonna study, study war no more, ain‘t gonna think, think
of war no more
Ain‘t gonna fight, fight the war no more, we‘re giving it up,
we‘re gonna let it go
We‘re giving it up, we‘re gonna let it go
No more sleeping in the street, we‘re all happy, whoever we
meet
Then we all will shake a hand, and make this world a promised land
Ain‘t gonna study, study war no more, ain‘t gonna think, think
of war no more
Ain‘t gonna fight, fight the war no more, we‘re giving it up,
we‘re gonna let it go
We‘re giving it up, we‘re gonna let it go, we‘re giving
it up, we‘re gonna let it go
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László Zoltán 2011
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