Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wilmoth Houdini
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frédérick Wilmoth Hendricks
Songwriter
Lyrics
He's stone cold dead in the market
Stone cold dead in the market
He's stone cold dead in the market
I ain't kill nobody but me husband
That night he went out drinking
And when he came home he gave me a beating
So I catch up the rolling pin
And went to work on his head until I kill him
All of his family they're swearing to kill me
All of his family they're swearing to kill me
All of his family they're swearing to kill me
And if I kill him he had it coming
Now he's stone cold dead in the market, mother
He's stone cold dead in the market, the criminal
He's stone cold dead in the market
I ain't kill nobody but me husband
Yes, I lick him with the pot and the frying pan
I lick him with the pot and the frying pan
I lick him with the pot and the frying pan
And if I kill him he had it coming
There is one thing that I am sure
He ain't going to beat me no more
So I tell you that I doesn't care
If I was to die in the electric chair
Written by: Frédérick Wilmoth Hendricks