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Lucille Bogan – Pot Hound Blues lyrics
You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
Caus I can get your kind of lovin' in the street just anywhere
You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
And you have got more nerve than any pot hound I've ever seen
Now you take your money, you have your fun
You don't have nothin', when house rent come
And I'm thru, cookin' your stew and beans
And you can eat more neckbones that any man I've ever seen
Now if you want me baby you got to make your purse show down
If you want me baby make your purse show down
And you got to put your money down where I got mine
Now you're layin' up in my bed, between my two white sheets
I can't see and smell nothin', but your doggone feet
And I'm thru, tryin' to make a man of you
And if you can't bring a job don't you look for your daily stew
I worked hard from Monday until late Saturday night
And you're a dirty mistreater, you ain't treatin' me right
And I'm thru, cookin' your stew and beans
And you's a dirty pot hound, dirty as any man I've seen
You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
Caus I can get your kind of lovin' in the street just anywhere
You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
And you have got more nerve than any pot hound I've ever seen
Now you take your money, you have your fun
You don't have nothin', when house rent come
And I'm thru, cookin' your stew and beans
And you can eat more neckbones that any man I've ever seen
Now if you want me baby you got to make your purse show down
If you want me baby make your purse show down
And you got to put your money down where I got mine
Now you're layin' up in my bed, between my two white sheets
I can't see and smell nothin', but your doggone feet
And I'm thru, tryin' to make a man of you
And if you can't bring a job don't you look for your daily stew
I worked hard from Monday until late Saturday night
And you're a dirty mistreater, you ain't treatin' me right
And I'm thru, cookin' your stew and beans
And you's a dirty pot hound, dirty as any man I've seen
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