I want to see my Jane: tell the world that I do. Drove so many piles: my hammer's all worn out. Mosquitoes all around my door: won't leave nobody come out. She got hair like Gloria Swanson: and she walk just like Priscilla Deane. I'm going away baby: won't be back until fall. Sister: every dog sure must have his day. I get drunk: walk streets all night.
Got a batch of* hair: right around his mouth. Don't tell no stories: please don't tell no lies. I'm going away baby: take me seven long months to ride. I'd rather be in the *cripty* river: floating like a log. When he were arrested: and put in that mean old jail.
Feeling tomorrow: like I feel today. That Flying Crow whistle: sounds so lonesome and sad. What takes: to get a day's help for mine*. My gal wouldn't let me go home last night: wouldn't tell me the reason why. She Ain't Right Lyrics by Lee Brice. Minutes seem like hours: hours seem like days. If you don't want to fix it: tell me and I'll be moving on. So watch your step mama: you know what you've done. What I've got on my mind: ain't nobody in this world can tell. Oh way down in the Delta: that's where I long to be. You put on a sock: and boot and a shoe.
I done everything: cannot get along with you. When you walking down Thirty-First Street: you had better look around. If he lose his office now: he's running from town to town. Oh stop and listen: see tomorrow bring.
Because there ain't nobody: knows old Naptown like I know. My woman done quit me now: going to leave your town. The man I love: sure done turned me down. When your way gets dark: baby turn your lights up high.
Because I have another woman on Biddle Street: will treat me nice and kind. Now the old folks like it: the young folks too. I found my rooster this morning: by looking at his comb. You can't never tell: what a woman's got on her mind. Lee Brice She Ain't Right Lyrics, She Ain't Right Lyrics. Got the blues so bad: I really can't hardly see. I had the windows nailed down: he couldn't get through. And it all on account: of one trifling man. Sometime I think that I love her: then I think that I don't. Everything that gets me: everybody's so unkind.
I taken my baby: to the peanut stand. Take this whole world through: my luck will be bound to change. The blues: come down like showers of rain. You left a little work: undone at home. I left you standing here: in your back door crying. There's coming a time: these women won't need no men.
Waiter looked at me and said: hey brother pay up before you eat. Sometimes he's up: before the dawn. If I hadn't've sewed you up: everything would fell out. I went to the churchhouse: cried at the door. Now my woman she got ways: just like a wildcat in the woods. Lord that fool couldn't catch him: and he fall right down and cried.
I ain't crying for no religion: Lordy give me back my good gal please. My little bitty mama: don't treat me like my big mama do. Now you can't have me Elsie: now now and my partner too. For God's sake: leave my gal alone. And the girl I love: she's just now leaving home. SHE AIN'T RIGHT Chords by Lee Brice | Chords Explorer. Got to wait now: until we go to bed. Now if you be my sweet woman: tell you what I'm bound to do. And I've got to make my living: don't care where I go. Low cut* shoes: and their evening gowns.
Lee Brice - Orange Empire. Your game is so strong mama: yes your dice is too bad. Think about the condition you in now: you never will get her back home alive again. I been working overtime baby: oh the sun got hot. Soon as I get sober: going to get drunk again. Time mama: I'm going to poison you. She's got her daddy's tongue and temper lyrics. Let me tell you one thing: man don't you never do. Lord it give me the blues so bad: I thought that I would die.
Said cook that chicken: a sweet jellyroll. Used to be my rider: but she just won't treat me right. Well now she will get drunk: ooo well well and fuss and fight all night. I want to know: if I can bite your man in the back. Get your pick and shovel: work with that construction bunch. She's got her daddy's tongue and temper lyrics song. Took my gun: my right hand??? I'm going drink my whiskey: and going to drink my gin. And it's mighty fine I tell you: if you do it right. Some of these mornings: babe and it won't be long.