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New Orleans Heat (1978)
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Flat Tire
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Get out of my life woman, you don't no love me no moreI said, "Get out of my life woman, you don't no love me no moreGet out of my life woman, you don't no love me no more"
Get out my eyes teardrops, I got to see my way aroundWon't you get out my eyes teardrops, I got to see my way aroundGet out my life heartaches, nothing but heartaches by the pound

Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the topI said, "Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the topGet off my ladder woman, ladder's nothing to make you stop"
Get out the way woman, I got to be movin' onI said, "Get out the way woman, I got to be movin' onGet out the way woman, I got to be movin' on"

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Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Hard luck and trouble is my only friend
I been on my own ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

I can't read, haven't learned how to write
My whole life has been one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl


If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

I ain't lyin'
If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no kind-a luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Wine and women is all I crave
A big legged woman is gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Yeah, my bad luck boy
Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

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Feelings, nothing more than feelings, trying to forget my feelings of love. Teardrops rolling down on my face, trying to forget my feelings of love.
Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it. I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again.
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings, wo-o-o, feel you again in my arms.

Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you and feelings like I've never have you again in my heart.
Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it. I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again.
Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you and feelings like I've never have you again in my life.
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings, wo-o-o, feelings again in my arms. Feelings...(repeat & fade)

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We All Wanna Boogie
Albert King
(Allen Toussaint) Marsaint Music, Inc BMI
New Orleans Heat 1978 Album
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.col.

Some want all the money, well
Some want all the honey, yeah
How could they all have ev'rything?
I smell somethin' funny
(We all, we all, we all)
Umm!

A dollar for ev'ry holler, money for their honey, yeah
I want yours an' you want mine
I smell somethin' funny

(We all, we all, we all)
We all wanna boogie
Boogie
(We all wanna boogie right now)
(Boogie)

(We)
Some want all the power
They wanna be the man of the hour


'Cause if they rise or fall means only money
I smell somethin' funny

A dollar for ev'ry holler, yeah
Money for all the honey, well
I want yours an' you want mine
I smell somethin' funny

(We all, we all, we all)
We all wanna boogie
(Boogie)
We all wanna boogie right now
(Boogie)

We all wanna boogie li'l bit
(We all wanna boogie li'l bit)
We all wanna boogie
(We all wanna boogie)
We all wanna boogie, yeah
(We all wanna boogie, yeah)

I feel like boogie a li'l bit
(I feel like boogie a li'l bit)
Do ya wanna boogie, some?
FADES-
(Do you wanna boogie, some?)We all wanna boogie right

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The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near you

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

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I got the blues 'cause my woman has goneOh, I got the blues 'cause my woman has leftShe took all of my hard earned money, yeah, she left with someone else
Listen, she wrecked my brand new car, she even pawned my diamond ringWhoow, she wrecked my brand new car, she pawned my diamond ringShe poured the salt out of the shaker, she didn't leave me with a doggone thing
Cold hearted woman!Hmm!Well all right!
The blues can come to you in any shape or formIt can come to you in the shape of a woman, just like the one that left me aloneNow I got the blues and I'm not ashamed to sayI been tryin' to shake them, each and every day
I got the blues 'cause my woman has leftWell she took all of my moneyThe little girl left with someone else

I gotta find her
I got the blues 'cause my baby has leftWhoo, I got the blues 'cause my baby has leftShe took all of my heard earned money, she left me for someone else
She wrecked my brand new car, she even pawned my diamond ringOh, she wrecked my brand new car, she girl even pawned my diamond ringShe poured the salt out of the shaker, Lord, she didn't leave me with a doggone thing
Come on Lucy let's find 'r, whooWhoo, is hot out here on this country road
Now the blues can come to you in any shape or formIt can come to you in the shape of a woman, just like the one that left me aloneNow I got the blues and I'm not ashamed to sayOh I been tryin' to shake them each and every day
I got the blues 'cause my woman has leftOh, she taken all of my woman, she left me for someone else

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Two kind of people I just can't standThat's an evil-hearted woman and a lyin' manDon't you lie to meNo don't you lie to meBecause it make me madI get evil as a man can be
You told me that you loved me a long time agoThe fellow that you got you don't want him no moreDon't you lie to me, ha haNo don't you lie to meBecause it makes me mad girlI get evil as a man can beWhoo

You know you been thinking when you sat down on my kneeYou were fooling that moonshine tryin' to jive poor meDon't you lie to meNo babe don't you lie to meBecause it make me mad girlI get evil as a man can be
Now don't you lie to me, yeahBabe don't lie to me, noAw don't you lie to me, girlI said don't lie to me, noBecause it make me madI get evil as a man can beWhoo, come on, well all right

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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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Flat Tire

[No lyrics]

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