Ernestime a good-lookin' woman, holler she lives up on that hill Ernestime a good-lookin' woman, holler she lives up on that hill She been tryin' to quit poor Tommy, whoa, Lord, but I love her still She walks the street late at night, she won't treat nobody right She walk the streets ev'y night, she sure ain't gonna treat nobody right Oh, she drinks that moonshine whiskey, but me an' her'll make ev'ything all right Ernestime, if you quit Mr. Butler, we will make everything all right Ernestime, if you quit Mr. Butler, we'll make everything all right If I can't see you today, we may get together tomorrow night Now you can read my letter, oh, but you can't read my mind Ernestine, you can read my letter, now-now, but I swear you can't read my mind Sometime you think I'm crazy 'bout you, I'm liable to be quittin' you all the time Now that's all right, baby, what you did last Sunday night I say that's all right, Ernestine, what you did one Sunday night If I had've been in my whiskey too, it liable to cause a fuss and a fight Spoken: Play the box now, son