Come on. Play it. Play it on, baby I don't care alright, about your past, dig. I just want hey, my love to last, come on. I don't care hit the band about your faults, huh. I just want hey, to sat
(Bobby asks). What you gonna play now?. (James Brown says). Bobby, I don't know but what's it ever I play. Its got to be funky!. (Bobby says). Yeah. . One-two-three. (Make it funky). (Make
Chorus James Arthur. Oh, you can cry on my shoulder. Everything's alright. All the pain is finally over. You can close your eyes. Oh, you can cry on my shoulder. Everything's alright. All the pain is
JAMES EARLY. Thirteen years of solid gold platters. Rising cost and cocktail chatter. Fat deejays, stereophonic sound. The game of hits goes 'round and around. But you can fake your way to the
Ladies and gentlemen. Fellow Americans. Lady Americans. This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our. Most deadly, killers in the country today. I had a dream the other night, and I