How many mo' years

Baby, now will I be your slave?

I say, how many mo' years

Mama, now will I be your slave?

Well, now something I'm tellin' you

Woo-well, now I'm tired of you low down dirty ways



When I come home at night

Baby, ev'rything is wrong

When I come home at night

Mama, ev'rything is wrong

Now you sit keep company all day

Woo-well-well, your man he will be gone



I often tell you

To be careful what you do

Woo-hoo-well-brown

To be careful what you do

Well now, if it is right or wrong

Woo-well, somebody may tell on you



(piano - Peetie)



I tried to be a real man

But now it seems to be all in vain

Woo-hoo-ooo, girl

Seems to be all in vain

But now you know if tell on you, baby

Woo-well, now you goin' just the same



Can you tell me please

If you know just what right means?

Woo-well brown

If you know just what right means?

Well you about to go out here, grumpiest

Woo-well, then any woman I ever seen.