Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Soul Children
The Soul Children
Performer
Booker T. & The M.G.'s
Booker T. & The M.G.'s
Ensemble
The MGs
The MGs
Ensemble
Bobby Manuel
Bobby Manuel
Guitar
Thomas Marvell
Thomas Marvell
Keyboards
John Keister
John Keister
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Colbert
John Colbert
Composer
Dave Norman West
Dave Norman West
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daryl Williams
Daryl Williams
Recording Engineer
Bobby Manuel
Bobby Manuel
Recording Engineer
Eddie Marion
Eddie Marion
Recording Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Al Jackson Jr.
Al Jackson Jr.
Producer

Lyrics

Ever since we've been together
You've been bugging me about
Another woman, yes, you have
I'm getting sick and tired of being accused
I'm gonna make it through, honey
Yes, I am
When I come home from work
I can hardly close my eye
You keep bugging me and nagging me
About some hearsay jive
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
You've never seen me do nothing wrong
When I get my check, I bring it home
And you still run into me with that
He-said, she-said, you did it
All this gossip going around
In this neighborhood, oh yeah
Neighbors talking about neighbors
And that's no good, no, it ain't, baby
And you telling me about what Shirley said
Honey, that ain't true
But did Shirley tell you what she was really trying to do?
I know she didn't, baby
She was trying to get me to go to the Holiday Inn
And she's supposed to be your so-called friend
And you're still running to me
With that he-said, she-said, you did it
You know you keep telling me about how tired you are
Well, I'm the one that's tired of that hearsay jive, baby
Every time I walk out of my door, I'm staring Shirley right in the face
And she's telling me about some woman you were with the night before
Look here, I don't care nothin' about what Shirley said, you know
Hey, and I don't worry 'bout what the preacher said
It wasn't nothin' 'bout honor, and, and you know faith and things
You gonna have faith in me, you know, I'm your man
But Shirley's my best friend, honey
Look here, lemme tell you something
I don't want her coming over to my house no more
I don't want her coming over
Hey, aw, hey, I guess, okay, I'm telling ya, I don't want it
I don't want it, well, look here
I'll never tell you this, hey, look, look
You've never seen me do nothing wrong
When I get my check, I bring it home
And you still run into me with that
He-said, she-said, you did it
That's a lie, baby, I can't take no more, no, oh no
They're trying to break up our happy home
You know, honey, I would do you no wrong
That hearsay jive ain't nothing but talk
They're trying to get me pack my bags and walk
That hearsay jive done broke up a lot of homes
Oh, that hearsay jive will make you do things wrong
Oh, that hearsay jive, oh, that hearsay jive
Written by: Dave Norman West, John Colbert
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