Lyrics

Well, mama killed a chicken thought it was a duck Put him on the table with his legs stickin' up You gotta bottle up and go, yeah You gotta bottle up and go Well, your high pile of women Sho' gotta bottle up and go Well, you may be old, may be gray You ain't too old just to shift them gears You gotta bottle up and go You gotta bottle up and go Well, your high pile of women Sho' gotta bottle up and go While you're sitting down, I get tired, sit for me Well, a nickel is a nickel, a dime is a dime A house full of kids and now kid mine You gotta get out of here woman, you gotta get out of here woman Well, you high pile of women, sho' gotta bottle up and go
Writer(s): John Lee Hooker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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