Well I went down to eli 
To get my guitar outta pawn 
And when I got back home 
My baby was gone 

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I'm gonna murder my baby 
Wooh, if she don't stop het cheatin' and lyin' 
'Cause I'd rather be in the penitentiary 
Lord, than to worry all outta my mind 

Well I got back home 
Just about four o'clock 
And that's just about the right time 
When old Jack Daniels began to, uhh! 

So I scooted up to my window 
Yeah, to see what I could see 
And I saw another man baby 

I'm gonna murder my baby 
Wooh, if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin' 

Yeah, what's wrong with you honey 

'Cause I'd rather be in the penitentiary 
Lord, than to worry all outta my mind 

Yeah, you better watch yourself 

Oh, here I come baby 
Here I come 

Oh, gettin' evil baby 

Well I went down to eli 
Get my pistol outta pawn 
Well when I got back home 
Oh, my baby was gone 

(CHORUS) 

Yeah (?) 

Yeah, come on