Lyrics:
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me and they understand
And I got a woman that
on, darlin', sail on
Woman, you go your way, and I'll go mine
Seems to me, that I once heard
That everything is finally cured by time
So sail on,
If the wife and I are fussin', brother that's our right
'Cause me and that sweet woman's got a license to fight
Why don't you mind your own
Written by russ ballard, ©1983
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I've been in love, girl, so many times before
They'd love
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
've got me some kind of woman and she loves me like nobody can
Yes I've got me some kind of a woman and that's why I go on home to be her man
[ guitar ]
He
Ah, six white houses going two by two
Ah, six white houses going two by two
That some other woman
Has took my love from you
Ah, the train I
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
If the wife and I are fussin', brother that's our right
'Cause me and that sweet woman's got a license to fight
Why don't you mind your own
chance
They happen to meet at the neighborhood dance
And got that old feeling all over again
They said, "How much have you missed me since I had you?
we've got to free our brothers from their
Shackles if we can
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry,
Every day I watch the colonel smile,
His
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
I see her layin' by the poolside every day
She ain't got a lot on
She ain't got a lot to say
She wouldn't look my way
But, buddy, what do you
When Johnny comes
Marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
An' it
teardrops
I got to see my way around
Get out my eyes teardrops
I got to see my way around
Get out my life, heartaches
Nothin' but heartaches by the pound
belt down tight
I can make it to the border by Saturday night
And it's lonely living on the run
I killed me a woman in Tennessee
I just broke jail
You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see
Mine
You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine
She's sittin' by the water where the river gets wide
Thinkin' 'bout swimming to the other side
Got a Malboro red, and a can of cold Bud
Toes
a woman in my life,
I'm a very gentle man, even tempered and good natured who you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
dealin' with the devil
I been dealin' with the devil
I believe I been dealin' with the devil
My woman don't love me, no mo'
Well now, I've got
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