or
Willie Mabon

I'm gettin' sick and tired of the way you do
Good kind papa got to poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead
She said, You shouldn't say that
I said, what should I say this time, baby
She says, mmmm, I don't know, my oh my oh my
I don't know, what my baby puttin' down

The woman I love, she's got dimples in her jaws
The clothes she's wearin' is made out of the best of cloths
She can take and wash them, she can hang 'em upside the wall
She can throw 'em out the window
And run out and catch 'em a little bit before they falls
Sometimes I think you got your habits on
She said, You shouldn't say that
I said, What should I say to make you mad this time, baby
She says, mmmm, I don't know, my oh my oh my
I don't know, what my baby puttin' down

My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried
Say, You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got
I looked at my mother then, I didn't even crack a smile
I say, If the women kills me, I don't mind dyin

The woman I love, I won the week before last
The woman I love I've got out of class
I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago
If you don't watch your step, I'm gonna have to let you go
She said, You shouldn't say that
I say, What did I say to make you mad this time, baby
She says, mmmm, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down

Written by WESTERBERG, PAUL / STINSON, TOMMY / MARS, CHRIS
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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