Letras

I was headed to the show Goin' uptown to the Apollo Get me a glimpse of Ol' Jimmy Brown Someone told me that he had just died I lowered my head and started to cry Stood on 125th Street, and I said "Well, sing it loud, I'm black and proud" Oh, my baby, settle in Take your worries and put fire to them Pour me out just like sour wine I got the money if you got the time I was talkin' to truck stop Betty She was wringin' her hands and they was awfully sweaty She said her mother died in Brooklyn just yesterday Well, I said, "Betty, just hold your horses Soon they're gonna be changin' courses We can live out on the Montana range It's a great place to raise the kids" Oh, my baby, settle in Take your worries and put fire to them Pour me out just like sour wine I got the money, so you'll be alright Oh, my baby, settle right on in Take your worries and put fire to them Pour me out just like sour wine I got the money if you got the time Oh, my baby, settle right on in Take your worries and put fire to them Pour me out just like sour wine I got the money so you'll, you'll be alright You're gonna' be just fine
Writer(s): Israel Nash Gripka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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