Luther Allison
All the King's
Horses | Watching you | Big City
ALL THE KING'S HORSES
(Allison & Solberg)
All the king's horses
All the farmer's mules
They can't even stop you
From givin' me the blues
That's wrong
Little girl you are wrong
You got my mind messed up darlin'
You're gonna make me leave our happy home
All the truckdrivers you know
All the taxidrivers that take you to the town
All the men you meet in the streets
I'm the only one that didn't let you down
That's wrong baby
Little girl that's wrong
You got my mind messed up darlin'
You gonna miss me when I'm gone
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Don't you know that's wrong
One morning you'll come home
And I'll be gone
Goin' back home
Way down in Arkansas
You know we got troubles baby
But I ain't gonna get in trouble with the law
I won't get in this trouble with the law baby
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I'm in trouble with you baby
I guess it's because of what you do
Whoah baby I feel I'm in trouble with you
Goin' back home
Way back down in Arkansas
Said I got in trouble with you darlin'
But I swear I won't get in trouble with the law
(aside: I'm gonna get outa here)
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WATCHING YOU (Allison)
Watching you baby, watching you all the time
Watching you baby, just watching you all the time
Watching you destroy yourself woman,
All you do is sit around drinkin' wine
You're worryin' me baby, I'm sittin' here wonderin'
what in the world can I do
You're worryin' me baby, I'm sittin' here wonderin' what in the world
can I do
We got so much to live for darling,
But I just can't sit here doin' nothin' and watchin' that wine destroy
you
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I'm takin' you to the doctor darlin', maybe the
doctor knows what's goin' on in your head
Yeah I'm takin' you to the doctor darlin', maybe he knows what's goin'
on in your head
You gonna keep on drinkin' that bad wine baby,
Even the grass that grows on your grave will be cherry red.
BIG CITY
(Allison & Solberg)
Sun sinking deep, fires burning down
Hard to see the moon, when the smoke is all around
I live in a big city
And they tell me we are free
I hear babies cryin'
There'll be killing in these streets
How many heartaches, how many years of pain
Just how many funerals, before the streets be safe again
I live in a big city
And they tell me we are free
I hear babies cryin'
There'll be killing in these streets
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Evening sun going down, police using his billy
stick
When the blood start to flowin', and it'll be flowin' till the mornin'
come again
I live in a big city
And they tell me that we are free
Now I hear these babies cryin'
Do you know what that's doin' to me?
Lord it's tearin' my heart apart.
