And I got mine (Traditional) (C) - (F) - (G) - (Am) (C) And I went down to a big crap game, 'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback dollar bill. (C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor My (F) buddy's

Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the

I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take

Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette Feelin' good, feelin' good When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it Mind when you throw your cigarette All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good All the money in the world spent on feelin' good

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me (G) When the night is come and the (Em) land is dark And the (C) moon is the (D7) only light we'll (G) see I won't be afraid, (Em) I won't be afraid Just as (C) long as you (D7) stand by (G) me (G) Stand by me, (Em)

At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me, at the dark end of the street I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole

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)

When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind And the man you love, he hurts you all the time You love him more when you should love him less I pick up behind him and take his mess He love

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong