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Touch me light, pretty mama, this may be your last
Hey, hey, this may be your last
Touch me light, pretty mama, this may be your last
Spoken: Touch 'em, kid, touch 'em!
Hey, went to the Nation, from there to the territo'
Couldn't find, my good gal, honey, nowhere I go
Spoken: Touch 'em again!
Woke up this morning, woke the day before
Woke up this morning with the same thing on my mind
Spoken: Touch 'em now!
I b'lieve to my soul, mama, got to leave your town
I ain't got no pretty mama, talk baby talk to me
Spoken: Touch 'em, boy, touch 'em!
Ah, ah, talk baby talk to me
Ain't got no pretty mama, talk baby talk to me
I went to the Nation, from there to the territo'
I couldn't find my good gal, honey, nowhere I go
Spoken: Touch 'em, touch 'em!
Honey, I b'lieve to my soul, got to leave your town
Got to leave your town
Spoken: Touch 'em, touch 'em now!
Goin' to town, mama, talk with the Chief of Police
Tell 'I'm my good gal done quit me, sure can't see no peace
Written by: Alfred Lewis
