- cifra
Says it ain't but the one thing: That grieve my mind
All these women: And none is mine
Says a little fish big fish: Swimming in the water
Come on back here man: And give me my quarter
It's like hunting for a needle: In a bed of sand
Trying to find a woman: Haven't got no man
Three barrels of your whiskey: Four barrels of gin
Says I have a papa home: And you can't come in
Says god made a woman: And he made her mighty funny
Kiss her on the mouth: Just sweet as any honey
Now who in the ham: And the confoundation
Been sowing them potatoes: On my plantation
Now the scariest I ever been: In my life
Uncle caught me: Kissing his wife
Now if this was a coffeepot: And that was a spout
I'll be the *worst* boy: To pour the coffee out
