(Joe Callicott) Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Little sister won't you please, please,please Little sister don't you cheat on)

Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice Say it's very nice and then you run Little sister don't you cheat on me Little sister don't you do what your big sister done Little sister won't you please, please,please Little sister don't you cheat on)

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Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Call Him up and tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out I know Jesus is on that mainline Well, the line ain't never busy Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up Wo, that line

I went down to the crossroad Fell down on my knees Standin' at the crossroad babe You can run, you can run Tell my friend Willie Brown I looked east and west Asked the lord above "Have mercy now Save poor Bob if you please" Yeeooo, standin' at the

And you never laughed and I never cried. I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt. Die on the road like you never lied. I'll find my way like I?ve never been lost Be long gone like you never lied. You told everybody that I couldn't drive And you didn't

Lord, he made a woman out of me (Yes, he did) (He made a woman) Joe made a woman out of me I was born on a levy A little bit south of Montgomery Mama worked in the big house And, daddy, he worked for the county I never had no learning

But history does record That Bob and Charlie Ford Jesse James we understand Has killed him many a man He robbed the Union trains Have laid Jesse James in his grave It was on a Saturday night The stars were shining bright When they robbed that Union train