out here and let you walk alone You know your man down gone You know your man down gone You know your man down gone To the country farm with all the shackles on
m goin' home on mornin' train... yeah I'm goin' home on mornin' train I'm goin' home... that's right Goin' home... woooo I'm goin' home on mornin' train
Every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind All right and all right... now Lay it on me... lay it on me... lay it on me Oh lordy
m Jonesin' on love Yeah I got the DT's You say that we will But there ain't no guarantees I'm major in love But in all minor keys Cause falling in love is so hard on
good Lord will take you away dream on, dream on, dream on, dream yourself a dream come true dream on, dream on, dream on, and dream until your dream comes true dream on
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) Jesus is on that mainline... tell him what you want Jesus is on that mainline... tell him what you want Jesus is on that
as anybody can be I'm ready... ready as anybody can be Now I'm ready for you I hope you're ready for me I got an axe handle pistol on a graveyard frame
Woe is me well I been dyin' got to get that monkey off my back the fortune teller looked into my eyeballs the wrinkles on her face about to crack she
Ain't never loved a girl that hurt me so bad What am I gonna do about it I tell you I'm gonna hold on to her I'm gonna hold on to her
window Look my life in the den Look out pretty mama I'm on the road again I'm on the road again (And you can do what you want) I'm on the road
But I'd would rather be a hanging on Chorus Livin' on the edge Livin' on the edge Livin' on the edge Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Chorus Livin' on
you love me it's your own risk When the dust hit my shoe I got the urge to move Says I'm a road runner baby Got to keep on keepin on And I live the life
, she's a city slick Sayin' the one, on a losin' stick She's on fire She chop my head on a guillotine She's my flame, she's a feather my chief She's on
shame on you babe Shame shame shame on you baby Sin Biase Been shipped in Rise on the sabbath Try to keep it hid Shame shame shame on you babe
fence And Ain't that a shame... shame shame Shame... shame the way you do Well it's a shame... shame shame Oh it's a shame on you Well now you walk out
(Little Walter Jacobs) My baby give me a high temperature My baby give me a high temperature One hundred and one when we... kiss and dance One hundred
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move... ch-ch-ch-child You gotta move Oh... when the Lord gets ready You gotta move
on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's Walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you'
