Well I'm goin' home on mornin' train yeah I'm goin' home on mornin' train I'm goin' home that's right goin' home I'm goin' home on mornin' train Well
knows she's fine And every, every, every time she started loving She bring eyesight to the blind What a woman I got here Lean on me baby, lean on me
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) Jesus is on that mainline... tell him what you want Jesus is on that mainline... tell him what you want Jesus is on that mainline
Well I'm ready, ready as anybody can be I am ready, ready as anybody can be I'm ready for you, I hope you ready for me Got an out of town pistol with
this If you love me it's your own risk When the dust hit my shoe I got the urge to move Says, I'm a road runner, baby Got to keep on keepin' on And I
leave my words down on your knees oh Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy Yeah yeah yeah yeah shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy Shame shame a shame on
Baby, please stop messin' 'round You're messin' 'round all the time Baby, please stop messin' 'round You're messin' 'round all the time You don't stop
My baby gimme high temperature My baby gimme high temperature, yeah 101 when we kiss and dance 102 honey for a late night romance 103, 4 and 5, it get
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one part sour, two parts sweet Three parts strong and four parts weak I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself Than to be crowded on
You know I love you so Baby please don't go Well your man done gone Well your man done gone Yeah, ya man down gone down the county farm He got the shackles on
you love me it's your own risk When the dust hit my shoe I got the urge to move Says I'm a road runner baby Got to keep on keepin on And I live the life
't never loved a girl that hurt me so bad What am I gonna do about it I tell you I'm gonna hold on to her I'm gonna hold on to her
Every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind All right and all right... now Lay it on me... lay it on me... lay it on me Oh lordy
out here and let you walk alone You know your man down gone You know your man down gone You know your man down gone To the country farm with all the shackles on
: (Mississippi Fred McDowell) You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move... ch-ch-ch-child You gotta move Oh... when the Lord gets ready You gotta
goin' home on mornin' train... yeah I'm goin' home on mornin' train I'm goin' home... that's right Goin' home... woooo I'm goin' home on mornin' train
