(Sonny Boy Williamson)
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You've talking about your woman
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I wish to God... man... that you could see mine
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You're talking about your woman
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I wish to God that you could see mine
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Every time the little girl start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind
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Lord... her daddy must been a millionaire... 'cause I can tell by the way she walk
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Her daddy must been a millionaire... because I can tell by the way she walk
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Every time she start to loving... the deaf and dumb begin to talk
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I remember one Friday morning
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We was lying down across the bed
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Man in the next room a-dying... stopped dying and lift up his head
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And said... Lord... ain't she pretty... and the whole state know she fin
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Every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind
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All right and all right... now
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Lay it on me... lay it on me... lay it on me
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Oh lordy... what a woman... what a woman
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Yes... I declare she's pretty and the whole state knows she's fine
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Man... I declare she's pretty... God knows I declare she's fine
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Every time she starts to loving... whoo... she brings eyesight to the blind
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I've got to get out of here... now... let's go... let's go... let's go now
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Eyesight To The Blind
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Aerosmith |