Let's go make a mess of the bed we made this morning Like the roofs been hit by hurricane Throw those pillows on the hardwood And tangle those sheets up real good Let's go make a mess of, make a mess of the bed we made Let's go make, let's go make make a

I used to lose myself so I could find you quicker I used to lose myself so I could love you better Those were the times Last night I was thinking About the time when I was weakened When I let you take advantage This morning I was remembering

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride

How am I gonna get myself back home? Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay This is just another night And we've had many of them To the morning we're cast out But I know I'll land here again The birds are mocking me We are the last people standing At the end of the night

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

I've got this feeling It's gonna stop Needs to be stopped Woke before the morning sun I found it tucked beneath the hills I sat and watched it rise It hit the sky and burst to flames The lotus flower's

I woke up-a this mo'nin' I'm 'on buy me a airplane I do no hollerin' Baby, what in this world, I'm gon' do Good Morning School Girl 3:03 Trk 16 (John Lee Williamson) Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) John Lee - vocal & harmonica With Joe Williams and

This morning, this morning Nobody knows the way I feel this morning I feel like I could scream and cry I even hate to hear your name Nobody knows the way I feel If I'd only had my way The graveyard would be the place My man would lay I'm true out on it

Down in that cold, cold ground And pass me all around" "Throw my brain in a hurricane And the deaf can take both of my ears And the blind can have my eyes I?d rather have 'em cut me up Woke up this morning Put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen

Baby, this ain't me I got up this morning And I put on my shoes I tied my shoes Then I washed my face I went to the mirror For to comb my head I made a move Didn't know what to do