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baby baby baby bay-ay-ay-by baby baby baby bay-ay-by don't treat me treat me so mean so me-ean baby baby baybay you know you know i love you so much baby baybay baby bay-ay-bay you don't hear me when i cry call on you bay-bay. baby baby bay-ay-by hear me hear me hear me when i call on you call on you bay-bay cause the way you treat me treat me treat me darlin' is a lowdown lowdown lowdown dirty shame. [guitar solo] you know you know you know baby you know bay-ay-by you know you ain't treat me right treat me right you know baby you know baby you know baby you ain't treat me right you know i love love ya baby and i do anything for you bay-ay-ay-bay-ay-ay-by money baby you know money ain't everythang everthang money baby money baby money bay-ay-by you know money ain't everything evrythang you need a little bit o' money and a whole lotta lovin' and a whole lotta lovin' and a whole lotta lovin' and a whole lotta lovin' |
s-s-s-say baby er uh, is your boyfriend around tonight? you sho look good to me swear! i wanna carry you home l-l-l-lord i'm gonna love you a while tonight l-l-l-l-l-lord have mercy w-w-w-when i first saw you, baby you almost knocked me off my feet i couldn't h-h-h-hardly play my guitar for lookin' at you swear that woman's got some pretty eyes and legs i know the cat that you monkeyin' 'round with, babe he must be pretty nice to you; i believe in love with you he'd have to be, the way you look you sh-sh-sh-sho look good to me g-g-g-gimme yo address I'll make a special trip to see you you have a phone number s-s-s-s-so i can ca-ca-ca-call you up? scuse me baby, i can't get my words out as-sye-sye-sye try to get 'em out. but i can get my lovin' like i want it i'll call ya tomorrow |
i'm a democrat, i'm a democrat man and i'll be until the day i die. |
last night I went to the gym and cops in ft. worth was on, and I thought of you. downtown looks cool and old west-y. |
i think you might've seen the northside - the stockyards area, which really isn't downtown. either that or downtown just looks more old west-y to your pacific coast eyes than they do to mine. |
one bourbon, one scotch, one beer one bourbon, one scotch, one beer hey mister bartender, come here i want a drink and i want it now my baby she gone, she been gone two night i ain't seen my baby since night before last one bourbon, one scotch, one beer and then i sit here gettin' high mellow knocked out feelin' good and by the time i looked on the wall by that time it was ten thirty daddy i looked down the bar at the bartender he said "now what you want, droopy?" one bourbon, one scotch, one beer well my baby she gone she been gone two night i ain't seen my baby since night before last i wanna get drunk till i'm off my mind one bourbon, one scotch, one beer and i sat there gettin' high stoned knocked out and by the time i looked on the wall at the old clock again and by that time 'twas quarter to two last call for alcohol i said, "hey mister bartender!" "well, what do you want?" one bourbon, one scotch, one beer one bourbon, one scotch, one beer one bourbon, one scotch, one beer |
it looked like an intersection with some taverns or something, and the buildings looked like they were out of westerns, with false fronts and maybe even wooden porches. I could be misremembering, though. and it was shot at night. |
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