Get to Gettin' - Albert Collins



     
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Get to Gettin' Lyrics


Get to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Get to gettin', get to gettin'
Take your baby home, pet her an' put her in bedGet to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Get to gettin', get to gettin'
Take your baby home , pet her an' put her in the bed
Don't give me no trouble woman
Ya heard just what I saidDon't talk about that baby
'Cause you know just what I'll do
Don't talk about that baby
'Cause you know just what I'll do
I'll grab you woman, an' do the mess-around with youGet to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Take your baby home, pet her an' put her in bedGet to gettin'
Get to gettin'
Take you baby home, pet her an' put her in bed
Don't give me no trouble woman

You heard just what I said(Get to gettin')(Just gettin')(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')Don't tell me baby, was your cousin on the telephone
Don't tell me baby, was your cousin on the telephone
Well I know you lyin', 'cause yours been dead 'long time(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')
(Get to gettin')It's you
Hey!

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Albert Collins (October 1, 1932 — November 24, 1993) was a blues guitarist, singer and musician. He had many nicknames, such as "The Ice Man", "The Master of the Telecaster" and "The Razor Blade". Born in Leona, Texas, Collins was a distant relative of Lightnin' Hopkins and grew up learning about music and playing guitar. His family moved to Houston, Texas when he was seven. Throughout the 1940s and 1950s, he absorbed the blues sounds and styles from Texas, Mississippi and Chicago. His style would soon envelop these sounds.

Read more about Albert Collins on Last.fm.


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