25 lyrics for "No, no, no woman no cry"
I'll be onward bound And I just can't keep on cryin' I just can't be satisfied Well I am going away to leave Won't be back no more Going back down south Child don't you wanna go Woman, I am trouble I just can't be satisfied
PlayWoman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind And I just can't keep from cryin' Well I'm goin' away to leave Won't be back no more Goin' back down south, child Don't you want to go? Well baby I just can't be satisfied Well I feel like snappin' Pistol in
PlayAnd your crying won't help you, woman 'Cause you've been so mean to me Oh, oh, crying won't help you, baby Crying won't help you now Oh, no matter what you say, baby No matter what you do The way you been treating me, woman Is coming back home to you Oh,
PlayWoman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayA Dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Good friends we've lost along the
PlayFrom four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown I believe to
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayNo woman, no cry Ev'rything's gonna be alright In a government yard in Trenchtown Ev'rything's gonna be alright well And I remember when we used to sit Oba, oba-serving the hypocrites As we would mingle with the good people we meet Good friends we have
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