How many mo' years
Baby, now will I be your slave?
I say, how many mo' years
Mama, now will I be your slave?
Well, now something been tellin' you
Woo-well, now I'm tired of you low down dirty ways

When I come home at night
Baby, ev'rything is wrong
When I come home at night
Mama, ev'rything is wrong
Now you sit keep company all day
Woo-well-well, your man he will be gone

I often tell you
To be careful what you do
Woo-hoo-well, brown
To be careful what you do
Well-now if it is right or wrong
Woo-well, somebody may tell on you

(piano - Peetie)

I tried to be a real man
But now it seems to be all in vain
Woo-hoo-ooo, girl
Seems to be all in vain
But now you know if tell on you, baby
Woo-well, now you going just the same

Can you tell me, babe
If you know just what right means?
Woo-well, brown
If you know just what right means?
Well, you are about the dumbest woman
Woo-well, then any woman I ever seen.