Song parody of
I'm a Guitar King
by Tommy McClennan
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I'm a guitar king
Sing the blues everywhere I go
Lord, have mercy now
I'm a guitar king
Sing the blues everywhere I go
I'm 'on sing these blues
'Till I get back to in yo' territory
Now, my mama told me
Son, you 'most to old
Now, my mama told me
Son, you 'most to old
I won't forget
You gotta a sow
But that ain't none-a yo' business
Keep it to yo'self
That ain't none-a yo' business
Keep it to yo'self
Don't you tell yo' kid, man
Please don't tell nobody else
Now, I went to my baby's house
Now-now, knocked upon her door
Went to my baby's house
Knocked upon her door
What did she say?
She had a nerve to tell me
That she didn't want me no more
I said, "That's alright, babe
Anyway you do"
That's alright
Most an-ol-way you do
If you mistreat poor Tommy
I swear it's comin' back home to you
It's a cryin' pity
Lowdown, dirty shame
It's a cryin' pity
An a cryin' lowdown, dirty shame
Crazy 'bout a married woman
Afraid to call her name
I'm a guitar king
Sing the blues everywhere I go
Lord, have mercy now
I'm a guitar king
Sing the blues everywhere I go
I'm 'on sing these blues
'Till I get back to in yo' territory
Now, my mama told me
Son, you 'most to old
Now, my mama told me
Son, you 'most to old
I won't forget
You gotta a sow
But that ain't none-a yo' business
Keep it to yo'self
That ain't none-a yo' business
Keep it to yo'self
Don't you tell yo' kid, man
Please don't tell nobody else
Now, I went to my baby's house
Now-now, knocked upon her door
Went to my baby's house
Knocked upon her door
What did she say?
She had a nerve to tell me
That she didn't want me no more
I said, "That's alright, babe
Anyway you do"
That's alright
Most an-ol-way you do
If you mistreat poor Tommy
I swear it's comin' back home to you
It's a cryin' pity
Lowdown, dirty shame
It's a cryin' pity
An a cryin' lowdown, dirty shame
Crazy 'bout a married woman
Afraid to call her name
