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Look Behind You
02:24
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Creeping out in the night Looking out of the window
See you hunting me
All the dead cry out for life
Look behind you
What do you see?
All alone tonight
Praying for peace of mind
The truth lies in the grave
Where your secrets are kept so tight
Look behind you
What do you see?
Blood is spilling On the floor
And in the streets
The pain floods
I gave you my all
But you let it fall
The secrets kept dancing in my head
I wish I could just forget
It's time to run, It's time to run
Look behind you
What do you see?
What you see is me...
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2. |
Jojo's Echo Blues
03:25
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Just because I'm a grown man
Doesn't mean I’m old enough
Just because I'm a grown man
Doesn't mean I’m old enough
When you crossed that blue ocean
You made it there alive and strong
Then I saw a lot of people
People I’ve never seen before
Then I saw a lot of people
People I’ve never seen before
I feel the magic that you left them
Touched the lives of a living soul
You were a man of, man of a few words
Only smiles and warm embraces
But that won't stop, won't stop me searchin'
I’ll find it "One fine day”
I know, I'll find it "One fine day"
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Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
I got a girl, she's long and tall,
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, four for a dime,
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room,
She got something good, gonna bring it home soon, now
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest,
Ever since that he can't take any rest
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford,
We dropped that thing on the running board
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass,
Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
I got a girl, she's long and tall,
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale
Yes she got 'em for sale
Yes she got 'em for sale
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I had it all but let it slip away
I fell so fast, my heart led the way
Couldn't see the truth, blinded by the fray
Now I'm alone, with the price I had to pay
I let it go, now I'm filled with shame
Played a fool, lost a losing game
I can't make it up
Too late, you waste
Too late, you waste
I took a chance, but lost grip on fate
Chasing my dreams, but now it's too late
My heart deceived now I'm left with the weight
Life I've ruined, and love I can't sate
Too late, you waste
Too late, you waste
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5. |
Red House
03:57
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There's a red house over yonder,
that's where my baby stays
There's a red house over yonder
that's where my baby stays
I ain't been home to see my baby
in ninety nine and one half days
Wait a minute, something's wrong
The key wont unlock this door
Wait a minute, something's wrong
This key wont unlock this door
I got a bad, bad feeling
that my baby don't live here no more
I might as well go back over yonder
Way back up on the hill
Lord, I might as well go back over yonder
Way back yonder 'cross the hill
'Cause if my baby don't love me no more
I know her sister will
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6. |
Mary Jane Blues
00:50
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7. |
17: The Bone Chilling
04:00
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Well, I thought I’d use a knife
Guess I’ll use my hands tonight
Well, I thought I’d use a knife
Guess I’ll use my hands tonight
I'll strangle you with all my might
Squeeze you tight till there's no more life
The sight of you losing breath
Gives me joy... I’m satisfied
The sight of you losing breath
Gives me joy... I'm satisfied
No one will hear you cry for help
I'm wet inside, such a delight
Blood is gushing
Eyes are popping
Death is coming
You're nothing but a toy
And I won't regret
A sense of things we have tonight
I'll keep your pretty face in mind
Hide you far so no one can find
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8. |
Shades Of Night (Bluesy)
03:02
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Feel the darkened flames
Shades of night
Slapping me when I say
Slapping me when I say
It’s coming into my head
It’s coming into my mind
Drive me sedately down to hell
I'mma kiss the eye of the fiend good night
Feel the darkened flames
Slapping me when I say
Slapping me when I say
Slapping me when I say
Slapping me when I say
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9. |
Down the Dirt Road Blues
02:56
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I'm goin' away, to a world unknown
I'm goin' away, to a world unknown
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
My rider got somethin', she's tryin'a keep it hid
My rider got somethin', she's tryin'a keep it hid
Lord, I got somethin' to find that somethin' with
I feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhere
I feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhere
I been to the Nation, oh Lord, but I couldn't stay there
Some people say them oversea blues ain't bad
Some people say them oversea blues ain't bad
It must not a-been them oversea blues I had
Every day seem like murder here
Every day seem like murder here
I'm gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don't bid my care
Can't go down any dirt road by myself
Can't go down any dirt road by myself
I don't carry my, gonna carry me someone else
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10. |
Solitary Muddy Trails
04:43
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Save me from this hell
I'm walking on a bed of nails
Push my head into the river
Choke myself till I drown
Hate bleeds through these ropes
Over my empty soul
Devil talkin' in my head
But something won't let me die
Wearing my tears like a chain around me
I'm still holding on to a faint hope
Save me from this hell
I'm walking on a bed of nails
If I could see you one last time
Maybe life was not that bad
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12. |
Through My Hands
02:21
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Day by day, moments slowly drift away
Now I wonder where you stand
I wonder where you now belong
And our time has slipped through my hands
In the moonlight's tender, fading glow
Still I wonder where you stand
I wonder where you now might roam
And our time has slipped through my hands
Don't let me face this world alone
It's so hard to let you go
Day by day, moments slowly drift away
Now I wonder where you stand
I wonder where you now belong
And our time has slipped through my hands
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