Blind Arthur Blake
you gonna quit me blues
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You gonna quit me, baby, good as I been to you
Good as I been to you, Lord, Lord,
Good as I been to you
Give you my money, honey, buy your shoes and clothes, Lord, Lord
Buy your shoes and clothes, Lord, Lord
Buy your shoes and clothes
You're gonna quit me baby, put me out of doors
Put me out of doors, Lord, Lord
Put me out of doors
Six months on the chain gang, b'lieve me ain't no fun
B'lieve me ain't no fun, Lord, Lord
B'lieve me ain't no fun
Jail house ain't no plaything, b'lieve me, 'tain't no lie
B'lieve me, 'tain't no lie, Lord, Lord
B'lieve me, 'tain't no lie
Day you quit me, baby, that's the day you die, Lord, Lord
That's the day you die, Lord, Lord
That's the day you die
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- The Master of Ragtime Guitar
- The Rough Guide to Blues Legends: Blind Blake
- Ragtime Guitar’s Foremost Fingerpicker
- The Best of Blind Blake
- Complete Recorded Works, Volume 1
- ABC of the Blues
- As Good as It Gets: Country Blues
- The Rise & Fall of Paramount Records, Volume 1 (1917-1927)
- The Rough Guide to East Coast Blues
- Guitar Wizards 1926-1935
- The Georgia Blues: 1927-1933
- Indigo Blues Collection 2
- The Roots of Ry Cooder
- Blues Story
- The Best There Ever Was: The Legendary Early Blues...
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- Century of the Blues
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