Texty

I said baby look good when she's feeling mean Mama in the kitchen cooking rice and beans Daddy on the sidewalk he feels alright Well I ain't come home 'til the morning light The house needs painting all the doors ire chipped Done worked so much grown tired of it But later on honey well be up all night And I ain't coming home 'til the morning light Said mama she's gone she's a full time rambler Papa down town he's a two bit gambler I'm going looking for a woman who can treat me right I said son what ya doing in my neighborhood Keep doing what your doing, you'll get roughed up good Well he said boys, I'm in for a fight And I ain't coming home 'til the morning light Well I'm a city slicker mama, can't you see me now Got a three piece suit and a bank account But I can't stay long, see the money's tight And I ain't coming home 'til the morning light Said mama she's gone she's a full time rambler Papa down town he's a two bit gambler I'm going looking for a woman who can treat me right And I said owe sweet mama Well what's we supposed to do See that sunlights fading And I'm still in love with you Now I'm clean cut honey, all my debts is paid Stop dealing with the devil, see I'm going straight But that woman came round said she's out of sight Now I ain't coming home 'til the morning light
Writer(s): Max Capistran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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