Live at the Boston Tea Party, Part One
Live - 1998 - Debaser id 219243

Written by Peter Green.


Got a black magic woman
I got a black magic woman
Yes, I got a black magic woman
Got me so blind I can't see
But she's a black magic woman
And she's tryin' to make a devil out of me

Don't turn your back on me baby
Don't turn your back on me baby
Yes, don't turn your back on me baby
You're messin' around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby
'Cause you might just break up my magic stick

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You got your spell on me baby
You got your spell on me baby
Yes, you got your spell on me baby
You're turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone


Yes, I need you so bad
Well, I need you darling
Yeah, I need you darling
Yes, I want you love me
I want you love me
Whoa, I want you love me, ah
Whoh, yeah
Oh, whoa, baby
Yes, I need your love
Oh, I need your love so bad
I want you love me

Now, what can you say - there isn't much to tell
But I'm going down hill, but I blame myself
I've been - jumpin' at shadows, thinkin' - about my life

Now, everybody - they point their hand at me
but I know I'm just a picture - of what I could have been
I've been jumping at shadows, thinkin' about my life

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Now, God, have mercy - 'cause I think I'm going insane
The devil's been gettin' at me - he's got me down again
I've been - jumpin' at shadows
Thinkin', oh, about my life

Written by peter green.

Baby, if you got to rock
I got to be your rockin' horse
Baby, think you'd like to roll
Maybe your diggin' it more
They're shakin' the world
When it's time to crash
But when I get home tonight
I guess I got to shake myself

You need some love
You must have the blues
Ain't but the one thing
A good man can do


He do the shake
The rattlesnake shake
Man, do the shake
Yes, and jerk away the blues
Now, jerk it

Break:

Now, I know this guy
His name is mick
Now, he don't care when he ain't got no chick
He do the shake
The rattlesnake shake
Yes, he do the shake
And jerks away the blues
Now, jerk it

Written by Homesick James Williamson.


You've got to move, you can't stay here no more
You've got to move, you can't stay here no more, oh yes
You're my baby, I love you so,
but, still you've got to go - away from here

You won't cook, you won't wash
You won't iron, you won't sew
Oh, no, you won't even scrub the floor
You're my baby, I love you so,
but, still you've got to go - away from here

Well, I'd rather be dead and in my grave
Then to see another man here to take my place
Oh, yes, you've got to move, yeah
You're my baby, I love you so,
but still you've got to go away from here

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Well, I'd rather be dead and in my grave
Then to see another man here to take my place
Umm, yes, you've got to move, yeah
You're my baby, I love you so,
but still you've got to go away from here

You got to move, away from here
Oh, yes, you got to move, away from here
You're my baby, I love you so
But still you've got to go away from here

Let's bring it out now