Texty

Girl, I'm goin' where the Monon crosses the Yellow Dog Lord, I'm goin' where the Monon crosses the Yellow Dog Lord, they treat me like a possum, I would be out in the log Lord, you be good to me, and I'll sure be good to you Lord, be good to me, and I'll sure be good to you Girl, that's the kind of way, I caused you want to do I laid last night a-sleepin', Lord, a-thinkin' to myself I laid last night a-thinkin', oh my God, a-thinkin' to myself Lord, if you wanted someone, I guess you wanted someone else Oh, I know what's the matter now What's the matter with you, child? You cryin' every day What's the matter with you, child? You cryin' every day Lord, that's all right, I'll hold your head wherever you lay I cooked your breakfast, I brought it to your little bed Lord, I cooked your breakfast, Lord, I brought it to your bed I was a man enough to hold your little old achin' head
Writer(s): Francis Hillman Scrapper Blackwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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