That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you Kick back and let it do what it do What's that smell? Wanda is a woman she works down the hall Shows up on time, she's like balls to the wall She went out to lunch with her high school friends

Pretty woman, give your smile to me Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one can look as good as you Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, I

La la la la To get through to the man in me The man in me will do nearly any task And as for compensation, there's little he would ask Take a woman like you Storm clouds are raging all around my door I think to myself I might not take it any more Take a

Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you You didn't have to tell me that you love me so You didn't have to crucify me like you did You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here

You've gotta be a do right, all night man If you want a do right, all day's woman She's not just a play thing She's flesh and blood just like her man Take me to heart, I'll always love you And nobody can make me do wrong Take me for granted, leaving love

Say you're gonna leave me 'Cause I only tie you up I always loved you tender But you only like it rough Woman bound for glory Why you're leavin' me again? Gonna pack your bags And leave this house of pain

I got some good friends that live down the street Got a good looking woman with her arms 'round me Here in a small town, where it feels like home It's the weight that you carry from the the things that you think you want I've got everything I need and

He don't like that He wants his life back He wants to go back home Poor guy that man John Thomas His woman truly was a devil And she wasn't all that honest She tore him down on every level You're a no good lazy motherfucker Gotta a shit job you worthless

I like dirt, I like dirt Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down, get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one Well, I like dirt, well, I like dirt, well, I like dirt Live in a dream Some come slow and

From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown I believe to