Albert King Why Are You So Mean to Me歌词

I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me 'cross your log I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me across your log I cut your wood so easy for you, you can't help but say 'Hot dog!' I've got a double-bladed axe, that really cuts good I'm a cross cut saw, just bury

Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I been on my own ever since I was ten Born under a bad sign I been down since I begin to crawl

When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind When I lost my baby I almost lost my mind My eyes was full of tears Since she left me behind I pass a million people; I can't tell who I meet I pass a million people; I can't tell who I meet My eyes are full

Ev'rybody understands the blues Are you listening? YEAH! [audience replies] I say ev'rybody understands the blues Ev'rybody from one day to another has the blues You take the little baby that's layin' in the cradle He can't get that milk bottle fast

Like a road Leading home 像一条守望回家的路 [歌词] 「Verse A」 When the road gets too long And you run all out of song And the pain gets too much For you to bear 路越走越苍茫漫长 当你唱遍所有的歌 痛苦却越来越强烈 而你只能孤单承受 Turn around, turn around Turn around, and I'll be there Like a ro

I met a gypsy barroom queen in Memphis An' on the street the summer sun did shine The sweetest rose that ever grow in Memphis I just can't seem to drink her off-a my mind She's a honky tonk woman (yeah) Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You know what I mean When you was sitting out behind the house Or practicing on your own guit feble Tryin' to get things together, And you couldn't make up you

Yeah, I want to get down I want to get funky I want to get down, yeah I want to get funky, yeah You know, I want to get down Now listen to this: When I leave work My trouble is gone I rush to my baby Who's waiting at home I want to get funky, yeah ye

Some want all the money, well Some want all the honey, yeah How could they all have everything? I smell somethin' funny (We all, we all, we all) Umm! A dollar for every holler, money for their honey, yeah I want yours an' you want mine I smell someth