INTRO
I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more
I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more
And if I get to a hundred, boys, I'm gon' let these nineteen go
I got a big, fat mama, meat shakin' on her bones
I got a big, fat mama, the meat shakin' on her bones
And every time I quiver . . . every time she quiver, small woman lose her home
Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, wear you off my mind
Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, just to wear you off my mind
Because you keeps me worried, bothered all the time
SOLO (Spoken: Lord have mercy!)
Uh, when you feel tomorrow, like I feel today
If I feel tomorrow, sweet mama, like I feel today
I'm gonna drink corn liquor just to drive these blues away
Oh, let me tell you boys, what these women will do
Let me tell you boys what these old women will do
They will get your money and leave a nach'l child come to you
Oh, tell me, mama, what's the matter now
Oh, tell me, mama, tell me what's the matter now
Oh, the blues I've got, the blues like ninety-nine
And my woman got something called a stingaree
Yes, mama's got something' that the mens call a stingaree
At four o-clock in the mornin' she turns it loose on me