Lyrics:
days
I'm talking 'bout soul days
I'm going back to the sweet, summer soul days
Mmhm, soul days (soul days)
I wanna hear some Wilson Pickett, some Joe
people"
I don't either, but I'm fond of 'em
And I like it
Say hey hey
Need your help, hey hey
Cool down now, hey hey
Obeah woman
Yes, I'm the Obeah
Arthur and his trusty servant Patsy "ride"
Into a field where peasants are
Working they come up behind a cart which
Is being dragged by
For missin' a woman, that I couldn't keep
She just walked out and left me, for somebody else
Now her memory, keeps haunting me, when I'm by myself
conceited, she gotta reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in and I'ma sweat that out
By the evening you, I don't sweat that now I gotta new
Come
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in
And you can't tell the book
By looking at the cover
Now can't you see
You misjudge me
I look like a farmer
But I'm a lover
So you can't judge a book
the doggone river was dry
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I had me a woman who couldn't be true
She made me for my money and she made me blue
A man
to feel what I'm feeling right now
?Cause this woman needs
A safe place to land
The strength in your hands
To know you know
What this woman needs
Is
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
but the doggone river was dry.
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue.
I had me a woman who couldn't be true.
She made me for my money and she
on a Sunday
By Monday morning I drifted away
All I want is to see her
All I want is to reach my weekend woman
Just can't seem to get back there
I'm getting
conceited, she gotta reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in and I'ma sweat that out
By the evening you, I don't sweat that now I gotta new
Come
the trouble's at
Exactly what the game's been missin'
This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen, Push
Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
a mind
He's got his hands
On the [?] honey
Lips as thick as blood
I'm out of love
I can't give it up now
Lying on the floor
Now she's crying
that woman
"And you've bit me, but why?
You know your bite is poisonous
And now I'm gonna die"
"Oh shut up, silly woman
" said that reptile with a grin
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are
you woman but I
Don't like your lowdown ways
I love you woman but I
Don't like your lowdown ways
You got me in trouble and
Now I'm servin' days
Write
You know there was a time I'd run naked through the snow just to touch that woman
But you wouldn't now ha
Where we're at anyway
I don't know I
For missin' a woman that I couldn't keep
She just walked out and left me for somebody else
Now her memory keeps hauntin' me when I'm by myself
So
I'm sloppy drunk again, woman
Sleepin' all by myself
Now, I would rather be sloppy drunk
*Sip-tin, in the can
You know I would rather be sloppy
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are
know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
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