SOLO: (Spoken during solo: Listen now, get on this here one, it's last one you got now. When you play these blues you ain't got to play no more now, let's get on like you like it. These're your own blues you're makin' now! Yeah! You know this what your wife likes! Yes-yes-yes. Yeah! Yeah!)
Looky here, babe, don't wanta tell you no more (Spoken: You don't need to hurry now, let's take your time and play this one right, 'cause you ain't got to play nar' nothin' after this.)
Looky here, babe, don't wanta have to tell you no more
You can get all of my lovin' if you let that bla-ack man go
Now my Mama told me and my Papa sot and cried
Now my Mama told me, my Papa, he sot and cried
Says, "Son, don't let none of these Chicago women, oh baby, take your life
Now, I'm in my whiskey, Lord, and I got my work to do (Spoken: Yes, yes! What you say? Tell me again!)
Now say, I'm in my whiskey, and I got my work to do
Said, I'm a stranger here, babe, but please, ma'am, take me home wit' you (Spoken: Yeah, yeah!)
Now you can get my little money, babe, and you can wear my clothes (Spoken: Play it right now, you know it's the last one!)
You can get all my money, babe, and you can wear my clothes (Spoken: But what about it?)
But I swear I don't wanta catch you, sweet mama, playin' 'round outdoors