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Albert King Album


I'll Play The Blues For You (1972)
1972
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High Cost of Loving
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I'll Be Doggone
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If you're down an' out, an' you feel real hurt
Come on over, to the place where I work
An' all your loneliness, I'll try to soothe
I'll play the blues for you

Don't be afraid, come on in
You might run across, yeah, some of your old friends
All your loneliness, I've got to soothe

I'll play the blues for you

Come on in, sit right here
Let's rap awhile
Ya see I'm kinda lonely too, yeah
An' loneliness is a very bad thing
If ya let it get the best of ya

An' loneliness can get ya down, you know
Yeah, yeah, are you comfortable now?
Yeah, yeah, that's outta sight

Yeah, as I was sayin' before
Loneliness can get you down, an'I have heard of, ah
Loneliness blowin' some good people's mind, ya know?
But ya can't do that


This is a big world, this is a big world
An' there's too many nice things happenin' in this world

You're a very pretty girl
Where you live?
No, no, no, disregard that, that's okay, that's okay
Most important thing
I wanna know YOU
I say, I wanna know YOU

Uh-huh, ooo-wee, that's groovy, ain't it?

I'll play the blues for you

I ain't got no big name
Oh Lord, an' I ain't no big star
I'll play the blues for you, on my guitar
All your loneliness, I'll try to soothe

I'll play the blues for you, um!

'Cuse me

Um! woo! um! Woo! Uh-huh, yeah!
Uh-huh! um! Oh!

. . .


Now all a-you young folks, ravin'
An' hollerin' about how bad you wanna be free

But let me tell ya what it was like in my day
For an' old man like me
Are you ready? (yeah))

Take it on, little brother, an'make a way
I said, take it on little brother, take it further

Now I had to work, ev'ryday
On my job, I didn't get much pay
Had to say 'yes sir' to the other man
I was too confused, to understand

I had to things, yeah, against my will
If I hadn't looked further
You wouldn't have made it

Take it on, little brother, take it further
I said take it on, little brother an' make a way

Now you've got the future, in your hand


Now don't you be, no lazy man
We laid the ground, an' made the way for you
Come on an'show us, that you're proud of us

You have a hard, time to get through
But keep on pushin', we're right behind you

Take it on, little brother, take it further
I said take it on, little brother an' make a way

Take it on, little brother, an'make a way
I said, take it on, little brother, an'take it further

Uh, now I had to work, ev'ryday
On my job, I didn't get much pay
Had to say 'yes sir', to other man
I was too confused, to understand
I had to do things, yeah against my will
If I hadn't of moved further, you wouldn't have made it

Take it on, little brother, take it further, yeah, um!
I said take it on, little brother, an' make a way

. . .


Laying around home alone
On a rainy night like this
Starving for your love
Hungry for just one kiss
Every raindrop I hear
On my window pane yeah
Beats so loud and clear
Why does it tell your name?
I got nowhere to turn to
Tired of being alone
I feel like breaking up somebody's home
I know it's useless
Hanging on to you
When you belong to someone else
Can't control the feelin'
Cause after all I didn't make it myself

Last night I cried so hard
I believe I caught a chill
Can't control the vibration
My heart just won't stand still
Got nowhere to turn to
I'm tired of being alone
I feel like breaking up somebody's home

I know you hear me talkin'
I know it's useless
Hanging on to you
When you belong to someone else
Can't control the vibration
Cause after all I didn't make it myself
Got nowhere to turn to
I'm tired of being alone
I feel like breaking up somebody's home

. . .

High Cost of Loving

[No lyrics]

. . .

I'll Be Doggone

[No lyrics]

. . .


This number's bein' especially played
And dedicated to all of the women
From all of the men

You see you women have a good thing goin'
But we hip to ya now

You take two or three pieces
And go down to the laundromat
An' take ya eight hours to wash 'em
No good!

We gonna buy ya washers and dryers
And we're gonna put ya at home in the basement
And we gonna kick the door down that goes to the basement
While we can hear the washer when it stop

And baby, baby, baby, when that washer stop
You better be though
Or you better have a darn good explanation!

Don't you go get whupped all on the toenails
We're gonna raise your eye lashes and whup ya some
And if ya run fast enough
We're gonna whup ya on the bottom of the feet


Ain't that right men?
Speak up for yourself! (yeah, yeah)

There will be no more goin' to the laundromat
Puttin' your clothes in there
And gettin' your girlfriend keep her eye on it
While you step out the back door

You better take my advise
You might need it on your vacation this summer
I'd hate to see ya come up with a leg screwed off
Or a eye punched out
Yeah!

Whoa! yeah, yeah!

I know you don't know it babe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But things look bad for you
Hey, I know you don't know it babe
But I'm gonna keep a close eye on you

Well, ev'ry time you go to the laundromat, baby
I want you to know, I want you to know
That I'll be there too!

. . .


Your mind's set on leavin'
To a house down a one way street
Say you're gonna lock up all the doors
And throw away the key

Oh, but don't burn down the bridge, darlin'
You just might wanna come back
'Cause the grass ain't no greener
On the other side of the track

Oh, you counted me out, before I could get to bat
All the things are out-ta the Chevrolet
Tomorrow night be drivin' a Cadillac

But don't burn down the bridge, darlin'
You just might wanna come back


'Cause the grass ain't no greener
On the other side of the track

Hey!

All your so called friends
Taught you how to cheat an' lie
Now it seem like you gonna jump
From the fryin' pan to the fire

Oh, but don't burn down your bridge, darlin'
You just might wanna come back
'Cause the grass ain't no greener
On the other side of the track

. . .


I went to work this mo'nin'My foreman looked me in the eyeHe said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya,But you look sick enough to die"
He sent me to the company doctorAnd he examined from head to toe"Whatever's wrong with ya, young man,My x-rays just won't show"
I say, angel of mercyWon't you please look down on me?Angel of mercyA little mercy is all I need
The finance companyThey just don't receive my checkThey say they want a payment by FridayOr they want all-a the furniture back
I went to the credit unionTo try to get myself a loanThey said, "I would let ya have it young man,But we hear that you won't be workin' here much longer

Angel of mercyWon't you please look down on me?Oh, angel of mercyA little mercy is all I need
Lord have mercy! Oh angel! Oh!
Oh!
Cut my lights off this mo'nin'They set my furniture out doorsI was listenin' to the weatherman 'while agoAn' he's says it's gonna rain an'snow
My daughter's got pneumoniaAn' my son is down with the fluMy whole family's sufferin' from malnutritionAnd I can't even 'fford them soup
I say, angel of mercyWon't you please look down on me?Oh, angel of mercyA little mercy is all I need

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