Ernestime a good-lookin' woman, holler she lives up on that hill (Spoken: Talkin' 'bout [ ? ]
Ernestime a good-lookin' woman, holler she lives up on that hill
She been tryin' to quit poor Tommy, whoa, Lord, but I love her still
She walks the street late at night, she won't treat nobody right
She walk the streets ev'y night, she sure ain't gonna treat nobody right
Oh, she drinks that moonshine whiskey, but me an' her'll make ev'ything all right
Ernestime, if you quit Mr. Butler, we will make everything all right
Ernestime, if you quit Mr. Butler, we'll make everything all right
If I can't see you today, we may get together tomorrow night
Now you can read my letter, oh, but you can't read my mind
Ernestine, you can read my letter, now-now, but I swear you can't read my mind
Sometime you think I'm crazy 'bout you, I'm liable to be quittin' you all the time
Now that's all right, baby, what you did last Sunday night
I say that's all right, Ernestine, what you did one Sunday night
If I had've been in my whiskey too, it liable to cause a fuss and a fight (Spoken: Play the box now, son!)
SOLO (Spoken: Yeah!)