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Well, I woke up this mornin' and |
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I looked out my door |
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I thought |
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I heard my milk cow, |
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I can tell the way she lows |
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If you see my milk cow, won't you, please, drive her on home? |
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I ain't had no milk and butter since my sweet little |
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Jersey cow had gone. |
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Well, nowyou gotta treat me right, woman, day by day |
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And get out that little prayer book, get down upon your knees and pray ' |
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Cause you're gonna need, yeah, you're gonna need my help someday |
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Yeah, you're gonna be sorry, you treated poor old |
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Josh such a low down way. |
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Sail on, little gal, down on that old evil road you're going down, sail alone |
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Lord, Lord, mama, what makes you leave your man all alone? |
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You're gonna get up some morning, old hard working daddy is gonna be gone. |
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Well, I'm trying everything baby to get along with you |
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I'm gonna tell you a-just what |
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I'm gonna do |
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If you gonna stop this ballin', gonna leave you all alone |
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If you got me wonderin', woman, well, this world is almost gone. |
