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Poor Boy Long Way From Home 2 21 Trk 21. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album Parchman Farm Blues - Roots rts 33055. . Poor boy a long way from home
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. Make the skies. Nobody spreads. Their aching heads. Oh poor boy. So worried for his life. Oh poor boy. So keen to take a wife. He's a mess but he'll say yes. If you just dress in white. Nobody
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nightmare. It was like a good dreah. Well it wasn't a good. (What was it?). Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?). Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh). . Chorus Eminem. . If he was white
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Poor mum, poor mum. After a lifetime of dreaming. Poor mum, poor mum. Whatever became of your scheming Nothing worked out. In the way that you planned. Nothing was quite as you thought. Try
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Bài hát Poor Poor Pitiful Me - Linda Ronstadt. Well I lay my head on the railroad track. Waiting on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more. Poor poor pitiful me. Poor poor pitiful me
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Help the poor, won't you help poor me?. Have a heart, won't you baby, listening to my plea?. I need all your love, I need your care. I need all of your love, you can spare Help the poor, help the
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Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears. She murmurs low
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They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy. But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy. As long as I've got a dolly like you Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
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This is a story 'bout a poor girl. A story that you ought to know. She lived all alone in a one room flat. On a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time. She'd go and put
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to me, though. I'm a poor boy. I can still be happy as long as I can feel free So many people I know, get old way too early. (Well are you feelin' kind of weary?). Just to impress you with the
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Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. . Poor boy don't need 'lectronics to make no Rock n Roll. Poor boy got boogie woogie born
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grow old. Oo hoo hoo. . What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo. What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo hoo. . The crackle of the radio. A message in the evening sky. You're looking at an
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Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me. For you will never know what loving you can be. Poor you, you'll never know your charms. You'll never feel your warmth, you're never in your arms When it is you
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I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. What the others do, the world can't do me no harm. I'm a poor boy, a long way from home. Babe I can't stay here
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Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?". Now
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Song Poor Old Heartsick Me - Carlene Carter. Poor old heartsick me. Twice as lonely as a girl ought to be. What will the future be. For poor old heartsick me I thought I was mute to that big
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. Then she stays to nag at Dallas. 'Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow. You'll get your dumb man. You'll see your whole life coming at you. In the back of his hand. Poor cow. It's a monkey
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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, oh what a shame He's a poor old man. Poor old man. Poor old man. Can we help you? Things are at their worst, what should he do first?. He must wonder, no one wants to know. He must spread his
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Song Poor Boy Blues - Mark Knopfler, Chet Atkins. Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These
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I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin. You can take the truthful things you've said to me. And fit them on the head of a pin Poor Napoleon. Poor Napoleon You always look so disappointed
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But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town. And the son of a poor man ain't gonna turn your head around. But if you ever get lonely you just pick up the telephone. And the son of a
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. when all this paper blows away. its just paper, anyway you got the money that i want so bad. i like them rich girls. you got the loving that i never had. i like them poor girls. you got the money
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I pity the poor immigrant. Who wishes he would've stayed home. Who uses all his power to do evil. But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats. And who lies with
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. . Hey, stop you ol' train,. Let a poor boy ride. Cain't ya hear me cryin'?. Hm, hm, hm. . Hey, Mister Bartender,. I swear I'm not too young. Cain't ya hear me cryin'?. Hm, hm, hm. . Blow your
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Oh heartburn, cold chills. Dizzy spells, I bite my fingernails. I don't think I'm gonna pull through. Everything depends on you. Only your love can save this poor heart of mine. Situation
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and he's runnin' out of time. So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause he's sick of bein' poor. He's white trash and he's knockin' on your door. . Pre Chorus. Somebody's knockin' at my door
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white. Good guys dont always wear white. . You judge a man who dont stand in line. Just because he aint on your side. You know the man who wears those shoes. If you cut me dont I bleed like you
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return. . Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours, the hours pass into years. And there she smiled through her tears, she
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them tear it apart. Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity. On my poor old heart I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend. Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again. Rubies
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Bài hát Poor Man Blues (Album Version) - Jamey Johnson. A rich mans got his picture on the cover of a magazine. Lives a pampered life with his trophy wife. And his long black limousines . He's got
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line. But trouble came looking for me. I knew I was standing on treacherous ground. I was sinking too fast to run free. Chorus. With her scheming, idle ways. She left me poor enough. The storm in
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It's easy to see a poor boy's blues. When he's working every day. It's harder to be there in his shoes. He was born to be that way. If I tell you tomorrow I'm leaving. Would you understand the
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
