.44
by Howlin' Wolf

I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
Well, I'm going down in the valley,
Where my baby's gone.


I'm so mad this morning,
I don't know where in the world to go.
I'm so mad this morning,
I don't know where in the world to go.
Well, I'm gonna get me some money,
Or I'll just have some dough.


I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
Well, I'm going down in the valley,
Where my baby's gone.

.44
by Howlin' Wolf

I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
Well, I'm going down in the valley,
Where my baby's gone.


I'm so mad this morning,
I don't know where in the world to go.
I'm so mad this morning,
I don't know where in the world to go.
Well, I'm gonna get me some money,
Or I'll just have some dough.


I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
I wore my .44 so long,
I made my shoulder sore.
Well, I'm going down in the valley,
Where my baby's gone.

Four Until Late
by Robert Johnson

From four until late
I was wringing my hands and crying.
From four until late
I was wringing my hands and crying.
I believe to my soul
That your daddy's Gulfport bound.


From four until late,
She made me a no-good barroom clown.
From four until late,
She made me a no-good barroom clown.
You know she won't do nothing
But tear a good man's reputation down.


A woman is like a dresser,
Some man always running through its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser,
Some man always running through its drawers.
She cause so many men
To wear an apron overall.

Four Until Late
by Robert Johnson

From four until late
I was wringing my hands and crying.
From four until late
I was wringing my hands and crying.
I believe to my soul
That your daddy's Gulfport bound.


From four until late,
She made me a no-good barroom clown.
From four until late,
She made me a no-good barroom clown.
You know she won't do nothing
But tear a good man's reputation down.


A woman is like a dresser,
Some man always running through its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser,
Some man always running through its drawers.
She cause so many men
To wear an apron overall.

Further On Up The Road
by Joe Medwich Veasey and Don D. Robey

Further on up the road
Someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road
Someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road,
Baby, just you wait and see.


You gotta reap just what you sow;
That old saying is true.
You gotta reap just what you sow;
That old saying is true.
Just like you mistreat someone,
Someone's gonna mistreat you.


You been laughing, pretty baby,
Someday you're gonna be crying.
You been laughing, pretty baby,
Someday you're gonna be crying.

Further On Up The Road
by Joe Medwich Veasey and Don D. Robey

Further on up the road
Someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road
Someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road,
Baby, just you wait and see.


You gotta reap just what you sow;
That old saying is true.
You gotta reap just what you sow;
That old saying is true.
Just like you mistreat someone,
Someone's gonna mistreat you.


You been laughing, pretty baby,
Someday you're gonna be crying.
You been laughing, pretty baby,
Someday you're gonna be crying.

Get Ready
by Eric Clapton and Yvonne Elliman

Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.


Well, you've been fooling 'round and I don't know why.
Left me on my own, sitting high and dry.
But I'm going to get you back, just you wait and see;
You can't do those things that you're doing to me.


Chorus

I've never needed a running 'round pissing hound,
Checking out the bitches in heat.
You've got a lot of nerve, dishing out what you serve,
Waggling your piece of meat.


Chorus

I want to get revenge on your sinful sins.
I got to get you back for what you did back

Get Ready
by Eric Clapton and Yvonne Elliman

Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.


Well, you've been fooling 'round and I don't know why.
Left me on my own, sitting high and dry.
But I'm going to get you back, just you wait and see;
You can't do those things that you're doing to me.


Chorus

I've never needed a running 'round pissing hound,
Checking out the bitches in heat.
You've got a lot of nerve, dishing out what you serve,
Waggling your piece of meat.


Chorus

I want to get revenge on your sinful sins.
I got to get you back for what you did back

Give Me Strength
by Eric Clapton

Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
My home may be out on the highway,
Lord, I've done so much wrong
But please, give me strength to carry on.


Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
My home may be out on the highway,
Lord, I've done so much wrong
But please, give me strength to carry on.

Give Me Strength
by Eric Clapton

Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
My home may be out on the highway,
Lord, I've done so much wrong
But please, give me strength to carry on.


Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
My home may be out on the highway,
Lord, I've done so much wrong
But please, give me strength to carry on.