Letras
Yes, I'm sitting on this old stump, baby, got a worried mind
Yes, I'm sitting on this stump, baby, I've got a worried mind
Yeah, I'm gonna find my baby, Lord, or lose my life for trying
Yeah, I shot five dollars, caught a point like nine
Yes, I shot five dollars, baby, and I caught a point like nine
Yeah, I stopped that six-by, baby, and that trey come flying
Yeah, I hear my hamstring a-popping, my collar crying
Lord, I hear my hamstring a-popping, baby, and I hear my collar crying
Now how can I stay happy, Lord, when my baby's down the line?
Yeah, you'll never get to do me like you did my buddy Shine
Now you'll never get to do me like you done my buddy Shine
You know you worked him down the levee until he went real stone blind