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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Honey in the Horn/That Honey Horn Sound (Al Hirt) · Honey, Honey (Doug Kershaw) · Honey Honey: The Sound of Bubblegum Pop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Honey Honey (Ray Charles) · Honey Honey (Abracadabra) · Kiss the Honey, Honey (Shinjuku Zulu) · Legends: Kiss Me Honey Honey Kiss Me (Shirley Bassey) · The James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton) – and 90 other albums »


too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.

And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I met up with Becky
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
[ steel ]
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gives the honey
Dark man raise the cotton
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton

And the rich man makes the money

[Chorus:]

We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
Pick a little cotton 
And put it in the wagon 
Make it to the gin and then
Get yourself some money 
And take out your honey 
And do it all over
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee makes the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.

And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I met up with Becky
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young

yeah

eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey

baby
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
and the rich man makes the money

[CHORUS]
We travel all over this country wide
playing music by the hour
Always
on a blanket
Snuggled up to the one you love

I'll take love over money
Forget the green, give me honey
Some people work, work, work their lives away
But
to marry

The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money

Take me back
young to marry

The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money

Take
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
it's cotton
Money getting' burnt, money fire
Franck Muller at the new spot
Frank mattress nigga Frank Lucas
Real life on wax
Match an ordinary funeral
People runnin' on empty
Rock the sympte
Outside two thousand and one
Other side of the sun

Running, here we go tumblin'
Few solutions, honey
young to marry

The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money

Take
get weary, I'm coming from the ball

Big bee sucks the blossom,
Little bee makes the honey
Poor man picks cotton and corn,
Rich man see the money
in between, yeah, right

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
young to marry

The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money

Take
a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute