All Shook Up
A well I bless my soul what's wrong with me?
I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm acting wild as a bug
I'm in love I'm all shook up
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
I'm in love I'm all shook up
Please don't ask me what's on my mind
I'm a little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine
When I'm near that girl that I love best
My heart beats so it scares me to death!
She touched my hand what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano that's hot
I'm proud to say she's my buttercup
I'm in love I'm all shook up
My tongue get tied when I try to speak
My insides shake like a leaf on a tree
There's only one cure for this body of mine
That's to have the girl that I love so fine!
Heartbreak Hotel
Well, since my baby left me well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel
Where I'll be where I get so lonely well,
I'm so lonely I get so lonely, I could die
Although it's always crowded you still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers to cry there in the gloom
And be so, where they'll be so lonely well,
They're so lonely they'll be so lonely, they could die
Well, the bellhop's tears keep flowing and the desk clerk's dressed in black
Well, they've been so long on Lonely Street well, they'll never, they'll never get back
And they'll be so, where they'll be so lonely well,
They're so lonely they'll be so lonely, they could die
Well now, if your baby leaves you and you have a sad tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street to Heartbreak Hotel
And you will be, you will be, you will be lonely
You'll be so lonely you'll be so lonely, you could die
Well, though it's always crowded you still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers to cry there in the gloom
And they'll be so, they'll be so lonely
They'll be so lonely they'll be so lonely, they could die
Polk Salad Annie
Some of you all never been down South too much
I am gonna tell you a little story, so you'll understand where I'm talking about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields,
and it looks something like a turnip green.
Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there and she'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's about all they had to eat but they did all right.
Down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl that I swear to the world made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
What a mean, vicious woman
Everyday before suppertime she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of Polk salad and carry it home in a tote sack
Polk salad Annie gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Because the mama was working on the chain-gang
How wretched, spiteful, straight-razor toting woman,.
But daddy was a lazy and a no-count claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was stealing watermelons out of my truck
For once Polk salad Annie gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
In The Ghetto
As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries because if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
He buys a gun steals a car tries to run but he don't get far and his mama cries
As a crowd gathers around an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries
The Yellow Rose Of Texas / The Eyes Of Texas
The yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love
Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above
Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go
I'll remember her forever because I love her so
There are so many roses that bloom along the way
But my heart's in Amarillo and that's where it will stay
With the yellow rose of Texas so I'd better get there fast
Because I know I was her first love and I want to be her last
The yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love
Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above
Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go
I'll remember her forever because I love her so
The eyes of Texas are upon you all the live long day
The eyes of Texas are upon you, you cannot get away
Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn
The eyes of Texas are upon you 'till Gabriel blows his horn
I Got A Woman
Well, I've got a woman way cross town she's good to me
I've got a woman way cross town she's good to me
Well, I've got a woman way cross town she's good to me
I've got a woman way cross town she's good to me
She's here in the morning loving me she's a kind of friend to me
She says she love me early in the morning just for me you know she loves me naturally
She's here in the morning loving me she's a kind of friend to me
She says she love me early in the morning just for me you know she loves me naturally
She's there to love me both day and night no groans or fusses, treats me right
Never running in the street loving me alone she knows a woman's place is around home at night
She's there to love me both day and night no groans or fusses, treats me right
Never running in the street loving me alone she knows a woman's place is around home at night
Well, she's my baby and I'm her loving man
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