I see you watching me just like a hawk. I don't mind the way you talk. But if you touch me something's got to give. I live the life I love. And I love the life I live.
I've got a kind hearted woman,. She studies evil all the time.. I've got a kind hearted woman,. She studies evil all the time.. You would do to quit me.
Mind your step as you make your way. Through the church in to this world of sand. Picture an angle with a cigarette burnin'. With a long slow drag. She welcomes you in where you'll be.
Please baby, please please baby. Won't you come back to your daddy one more time. . Please baby, please please baby. When I get my money I will give you my last dime.
Well the postman came. And the postman went. And he brought the mail. That my baby sent. No, she didn't say yes. Yes, she didn't say no. But from what I read.
Somebody have mercy. And tell me what is wrong with me. Somebody have mercy. And tell me what is wrong with me. Sometimes I don't know how I stand. The things this woman do to me.
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,. I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die. Feeling funny in my mind, Lord. I believe I'm fixing to die. Well, I don't mind dying.
Gonna move up to the country. Paint my mailbox blue. Gonna move up to the country. Paint my mailbox blue. Put some flowers on it baby. Paint some trailin' vines and dew.
Fatalistic pacifist. Have left me off the guest list. And the show is on. I guess its time to leave the scene. Apparently they just can't see. . A spiraling situation.
Here in some stranger's room. Late in the afternoon. What am I doing here at all?. Ain't no doubt about it. I'm losing you. . Somehow the wires have crossed.
[Lloyd Price]. . (Chorus). Where Y'At, Where Y'At. Oh little baby blue. Where Y'At, Where Y'At. Oh little baby blue. Where Y'At, Where Y'At. Oh little baby blue.
Night, is the time for the hunger. Through these rooms, you and I, we wander. Too much, too long, holding back the tears. I wait, do hard labor and I count the years.
Way down south, where the mangroves grow. Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou. There's a little story that's never been told. About a pretty widow who never grows old.
These arms of mine,. They are loony,. Lonely, and feelin' blue. . These arms of mine,. They are yearning,. Yeah yearning, from wanting you. . And If you would,.
They tell me Tin Pan Alley. The roughest place in town. They start cuttin' and shootin'. As soon as the sun goes down. . Oh, tell me. What kind of place can the alley be?.
I caught the train, I met a real dame,. She was a hipster, and a gone dame,. She was pretty, from New York City,. And she trucked on down in old Fairlane,.
You got scared cause I dared you to commit. You made your mind up and now you're not jumpin' in. You take the risk that you maight end up alone. Forgetting all about what the past has shown.
Eyes turned away I know. And music soft and slow. With someone you love so. That's where it's at. . Yeah, your world turned upside down. You're making not a sound.
Late last night I was dreamin'. I was dreamin' of your charms. And I was standin' on the edge of love baby. With you in my arms. . Well you whispered sweet things and you told me.
Surely. Surely. Surely. Surely. . I, I, I, I,. Well I love her. V-v-love her. V-v-love her. V-v-love her. V-v-love you. . Come rain, come snow, come a-come sunshine.