Call my baby
You know the little girl fail to come
If I call my baby
You know the little girl would fail to come
Hot spring water
Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none
I mean, wouldn't help her none
It wouldn't help her none
You know the little girl fail to come
If I call my baby
You know the little girl would fail to come
Hot spring water
Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none
I mean, wouldn't help her none
It wouldn't help her none
Whoa, times don't get no better
Peoples, I'm gonna have to go
Times don't get no better
Peoples, I'm gonna have to go
Well, you know I'm going back down south
People, where the weather suits my clothes
Where the weather suits my clothes
Peoples, I'm gonna have to go
Times don't get no better
Peoples, I'm gonna have to go
Well, you know I'm going back down south
People, where the weather suits my clothes
Where the weather suits my clothes
Oh, so cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly
So cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly
I'm going back south
And let this winter pass on by
And let this winter pass on by
And let this winter pass on by
Let this winter pass on by, yeah
So cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly
I'm going back south
And let this winter pass on by
And let this winter pass on by
And let this winter pass on by
Let this winter pass on by, yeah
3 comments:
I have a friend who owns practically every blues album ever recorded. He loves his collection. I can’t help but wonder to myself why in the hell someone would need all those albums. Every song and every artist sounds completely identical. So why not just buy one album and play it over and over. Same results. And it would be much cheaper
Yes... You have it all figured out... How lucky we are that we have a music expert among us....
Shit it out your dick
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