Take your time 'till tomorrow,
take it every single time,
every
by Mississippi John Hurt
Well all you ladies, gather 'round,
the good
I need confirmation of my duties,
help me get my poor
Momma raised me on riddles and trances,
fat-back, channel cat, lily-white
They're selling postcards of the hanging,
they're painting the passports brown,
Well I've got a good reason for lovin' you,
it's an
Awww, man, they took my car, rode away in my
Lookin' for my Lola, she's drinkin' rum and Coca Cola,
Smokes
Did you ever stop to notice,
it's when you feel a
Take a look inside,
I got nothin' left to hide,
take me
I was sad, and then I loved you,
It took my
Forms are loosely fitting
Jury still are sitting
Sense of duty keeps
There is a way subtle changes come to stay
Barely noticed
The devil ain't a legend, the devil's real
In the empty
Stop thinking now
Quit second-guessing all your failed relations
With your would
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