Third Street Woman Blues

歌詞

Mmmmm, where my Third Street woman now? Mmmmm, where my Third Street woman now? But the way she treat me, that's the coldest stuff in town Don't like my . . .tck . . . chick'n. . . I et so much of chicken 'til I heard her cluckin' in my sleep I et so much of chicken 'til I heard her cluckin' in my sleep I got . . . Don't like my 'tatoes, mama, please don't dig so deep Mmmmmm, I got a . . . she's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bones She's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bones And every time she shake it, Lord, a hustlin' woman lose her home She got somethin' that the men call a stingeree She got somethin' that the men call a stingeree Four o'clock every mornin', she turn it loose on me Mmmmmm, where my Third Street woman gone? Mmmmmm, where my Third Street woman gone? B'lieve to my soul she will hustle everywhere but home If you can't do my rollin', mama, you can't spend your change If you can't do my rollin', mama, you can't spend my change