(I Believe I'll) Dust my Broom
Robert Johnson, Canned Heat
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| Well, | gonna get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my broom. |
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| Yeah, Gonna | get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my | broom. |
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| Well, | now I'm kind'a tell you, | ain't got much time to | loose. |
| Well, gonna write a letter, I'm gonna send a telegram. |
| Well, gonna write a letter, I'm gonna send a telegram. |
| I'm gonna find my baby, you know, don't know when I am. |
| Well, belie-ieve, believe my time ain't long. |
| Well, Believe, babe-a, believe my time ain't long. |
| You gonna wake up in the morning, you find your good man gone. |
| Aah, Yeah! |
Solo
| Gonna call up China, to see if my babe is there. |
| Well, well, Baby, she's in the world somewhere. |
| I'm gonna find my baby, you don't know where I am. |
Solo II
| I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets. |
| I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meets. |
| She ain't nothing but a doney, they shouldn't allow her on the street. |
| I'm gonna get up in the mornin', babe , believe I'll dust my broom. |
| Yeah, gonna get up in the mornin', believe I'll dust my broom. |
| I'm gonna tell ya baby, ain't got no time to lose. |