At Fillmore East  1971

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Done Somebody Wrong

By elmore james
Copyright 1960 (renewed) by arc music corp.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 地 gone
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 地 gone
It was all my fault, I musta?did somebody wrong.
Everything that happens, you know I am to blame.
Everything that happens, you know I am to blame.
I知 gonna find myself a doctor, perhaps my luck will change.
Ah, my mamma she told me, these days will surely come.
I wouldn稚 listen to her, had to have my fun.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 地 gone.
But it痴 all my fault, I musta?done somebody wrong, oh yeah.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 地 gone
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 地 gone
It was all my fault, I musta?did somebody wrong. oh play the blues..

Statesboro Blues

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn uncle john from your door.

I woke up this morning, I had them statesboro blues,
I woke up this morning, had them statesboro blues.
Well, I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too.

Well my momma died and left me,
My poppa died and left me,
I ain。ッt good looking baby,
Want someone sweet and kind.

I。ッm goin。ッ to the country, baby do you wanna go?
But if you can。ッt make it baby, your sister lucille said she wanna go.
(and I sure will take her).

I love that woman, better than any woman I。ッve ever seen;
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I。ッve ever seen.
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I treat her like a dog gone queen.

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door.

Stormy Monday

They call it stormy monday
But tuesday。ッs just as bad.
They call it stormy monday
But tuesday。ッs just as bad.
Lord, and wednesday。ッs worse
And thursday。ッs all so sad.

The eagle flies on friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church,
Gonna kneel down and pray.

Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Though I。ッm tryin。ッ and tryin。ッ to find my baby,
Won。ッt someone please send her home to me.
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Whipping Post

I been run down, I been lied to,
I don。ッt know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she。ッs with one of my goodtime buddies,
They。ッre drinkin。ッ in some crosstown bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like I。ッm dyin。ッ.

My friends tell me, that I。ッve been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin。ッ you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you。ッve down.
But nothin。ッ seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I can。ッt run.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like I。ッm dyin。ッ.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like I。ッm dyin。ッ.

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