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Said I was your friend, boy
A friend you really did like
But every time I leave home
You bites me in the back
That's why I don't want you
Hangin' round my home no more
Yeah, that's why I'm tellin' you, buddy
Somebody sure have got to go
I come home in the evenin'
My day at work is done
My bed's all torn up
And my supper's never done
That's why I don't want you
Hangin' round my wife no more
Yeah, that's why I'm tellin' you, buddy
Somebody sure have got to go
You been tellin' everybody
That you just plain in luck
My wife cook me neckbones and beans
And she cook you chicken and duck
That's why I don't want you
Hangin' round my home no more
Yeah, that's why I'm tellin' you, buddy
Somebody sure have got to go
Written by: WILLIAM LEE CONLEY BROONZY