(I Believe I'll) Dust my Broom
Robert Johnson, Canned Heat
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Well, | gonna get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my broom. | | |
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Yeah, Gonna | get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my | broom. | |
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Well, | now I'm kind'a tell you, | ain't got much time to | loose. |
Well, gonna write a letter, I'm gonna send a telegram. | |
Well, gonna write a letter, I'm gonna send a telegram. | |
I'm gonna find my baby, you know, don't know when I am. | |
Well, belie-ieve, believe my time ain't long. | |
Well, Believe, babe-a, believe my time ain't long. | |
You gonna wake up in the morning, you find your good man gone. | |
Gonna call up China, to see if my babe is there. | |
Well, well, Baby, she's in the world somewhere. | |
I'm gonna find my baby, you don't know where I am. | |
I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets. | |
I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets. | |
She ain't nothing but a doney, they shouldn't allow her on the street. | |
I'm gonna get up in the mornin', babe , believe I'll dust my broom. | |
Yeah, gonna get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my broom. | |
I'm gonna tell ya baby, ain't got no time to lose. | |
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