I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more And if I get them hundred, boys, I'm gonna let these nineteen go I got a big fat mama, meat shakin' on her bone I got a big fat mama, the meat shakin' on her bone And every time I quiver, every time she quiver, small woman lose her home Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, wear you off my mind Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, just to wear you off my mind Because you keep me worried and bothered all the time Lord have mercy Oh when you feel tomorrow, like I feel today If I feel tomorrow, huh, mama, like I feel today I'm gonna drink corn liquor just to drive these blues away Well let me tell you boys what these women will do Let me tell you boys what these old women will do They will get your money and leave a ???? cup to you Oh tell me mama, what's the matter now Oh tell me mama, tell me what's the matter now For the blues I've got, the blues like ninety-nine Yeah my woman got something called a stingaree Yeah my woman got something that the men call a stingaree At four o'clock every morning she turns it loose on me