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One Way Out
04:26
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V1
Ain't but one way out baby
Lord I just can't go out that door
Ain't but one way out baby
Lord I just can't go out that door
Cause there's a man down there
Might be your old man, I don't know
V2
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on this second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more
Raise your window baby, so I can ease out soft and slow
And your neighbors won't be talkin', all that stuff that they don't know
V3
You know I'm foolish just to be here, in the first place
I know some man's gonna come along, take my place
Ain't no way in the world, I'm goin' out that front door
Cause there's a man down there
Might be your old man, I don't know
Cause there's a man down there
Might be your old man, I don't know
Cause there's a man down there
Might be your old man, I don't know
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Cold women with warm hearts, is my kinda woman...If you got a woman that's cold, nine times outta ten she can't be sold...But if you gotta woman hot as fire, you can wave that woman bye bye. If she hot, she know she hot, and you can't please her with what you got...Cold women with warm hearts, is my kinda woman...If you gotta woman, that's hard to get, nine times outta ten that little girl will stick. But if you got a woman talks to every man that hits, when you get home, she might have split...And if she listen to them long enough, you can wave bye bye to you good good stuff...Chorus...If you gotta woman don't like to laugh and grin, oh buddy she'll stay with you until the bitter end...But if you gotta woman likes to flirt, you can call your family doctor buddy, cause you 'bout to get hurt...And if you gotta woman can't count her finger and toes, there's no tellin' how many men have seen her exposed...Chorus
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3. |
Fire
03:14
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You don't care about me, I don't care about that...You gotta new fool, hey, I like it like that...I only have one burnin' desire...Let me stand next to your fire...You say your mama ain't home and it ain't my concern... just play with me and you won't get burned...I only have one itching desire, Let me stand next to your fire...Move over Rover, and let The Crawdaddy take over...Come on baby, you know what I'm talking about, get on with it girl...You try to give me your money, you better save it baby...Save it for your rainy day...I only have one burning desire, let me stand next to your fire...
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This tune is especially played and dedicated to all of the womens from all the mens. You see you girls had a good thing goin' but we hip to you now...You take two or three pieces and go down to the laundromat--it take you eight hours to wash 'em, that's no good...We're gonna buy you washers and dryers and put you at home in the basement...And we gonna kick down the door that goes to the basement, where we can hear the washer when it stop...And baby, when that washer stop you better be through, or have a durn good explanation...Cause you gonna get whooped all on the toenails, we gonna raise your eyelashes and whoop you some...And if you run fast enough we gonna whoop you on the bottom of the feet...Ain' t that right men, speak up for yourself...There will be no more going to the laundromat, puttin' your clothes in there, and gettin' your girlfriend to keep an eye on 'em while you step out the back door...You better take my advice you might need it on your vacation this summer...I'd hate to see you come up with a leg screwed off or an eye punched out...I know you don't know it baby, but things look bad for you..I know you don't know it baby, but I'm gonna keep a close eye on you...Every time you go to the laundromat baby, I want you to know that I'll be there too!
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5. |
A Real Mother For Ya
04:58
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Wanna buy a new car, but the price ain’t right (ha ha, ain’t that cold?)
Be a damn sight cheaper (yes it would), start ridin’ my bike (uh, listen)
They makin’ milk outta powder (yeah they are), got the baby cryin’
(poor old baby, they don’t know what that stuff is)
Rent’s gone up higher (yes it is), got the parents lyin’
(I’ll pay ya tomorrow)
CHORUS
Lord it’s a real mother for ya, yeah
Make you wanna run for cover (yes it will)
And if you look you will discover, yeah
Lord it’s a real muthafoya yeah...oww!
Good god!
VERSE 2
(Listen) Got to go to a disco, throw your troubles away
Dance to the music, that the DJ play (sound alright)
Then the lights come on, yeah, like you knew they would, (ha ha, ain’t that cold?)
Go home face the music, that don’t sound too good (ain’t that cold?…
listen)
CHORUS
INTRO BREAK/SOLO
CHORUS
Cold blooded, cold blooded, I’m tellin’ you the truth
Let me stop at this gas station
Uh---gimme three gallons of low lead... can’t afford nuthin’ else!
Better stop and get me two hot dogs and a strawberry soda
It’s a real mutha foya...
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6. |
The One
03:32
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I'm The One, hit me hard...Go Daddy, hit it again...
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8. |
Fat Chance
03:47
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The first time that I saw her was in a very dark horse...I was there with my people, we couldn't talk much of course...White T shirt and jeans knocked me offa my feet...The way she talked and she moved, made me feel so complete...I got a real strong feelin', there was an energy flow..Well did she get the same vibe, I thought I never would know...I really wanted to reach her, but then her sister arrived...I told myself that this meeting, was way too short-lived..Well it's a real fat chance, I'd meet a woman like this...I had to give her my business card, but I wanted a kiss...I waved goodbye, and walked on out the door..I remember thinkin', I'll never see that girl no more...A half a year later, there was a resurrection...She called to sing in the band, I didn't make no damn connection...But her voice was familiar, well did we meet once before?...You're that fine young lady, from the Rockin' Horse...We talked on the phone, about songs that we knew...There was some common ground between the country and the blues...When I saw her again, she hit me like a ton a lead...Things happen for a reason, she's all up in my head...Chorus
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9. |
Lonely Avenue
03:15
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Now my room has got to windows, but the sunshine never come through
You know it’s always dark and dreary, since I broke off baby with you
I live on a lonely avenue, my little girl wouldn’t say I do.
Well I feel so sad and blue, and it’s all because of you.
I could cry, I could cry, I could cry,
I could die, I could die, I could die.
Now my covers they feel like leadd, and my pillow it feels like stone,
Well I’ve tossed and turned so evr’y night, I’m not used to bein’ alone
I live on a lonely avenue, my little girl wouldn’t say I do.
Well I feel so sad and blue, and it’s all because of you.
I could cry, I could cry, I could cry,
I could die, I could die, I could die.
Now I’ve been so sad and lonesome, since you left this town
If I could beg, or borrow the money, child, I would be a’highway bound
I live on a lonely avenue, my little girl wouldn’t say I do.
Well I feel so sad and blue, and it’s all because of you.
I could cry, I could cry, I could cry,
I could die, I could die, I could die.
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10. |
The Forty Stumble
03:44
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The Crawdaddy Phoenix
Richard Dance aka The Crawdaddy, world-touring guitarist. Opened for BB King, Tina Turner, Bo Diddley, Albert Collins, Gregg Allman, and many other legends. Has shared stage & studio with players who tour with Lyle Lovett, Dr. John, Stevie Nicks, Count Basie, Glen Campbell, Rob Thomas, Willie Nelson, & Delbert McClinton. Hundreds of songs signed with major publishers. Many film & TV placements. ... more
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